He had brains and he knowed it, and the white folks had let him see THEY knowed it, too.

And he was part white, and his white forefathers had been big men in their day, and yet, in spite of all of that, he had to herd with niggers and to pertend he liked it.

He was both white and black in his feelings about things, so some of his feelings counterdicted others, and one of these here race riots went on all the time in his own insides.
But gradual he got to the place where they was spells he hated both whites and niggers, but he hated the whites the worst.

And now, in the last two or three years, since his crazy streaks had growed as big as his sensible streaks, or bigger, they was no telling what he would preach to them niggers.

But whatever he preached most of them would believe.