In the bright floodlit street the black man was said by the police to have made a dash for freedom. More probably he knew that all he must do in order to end his life was to turn his head abruptly or lower his hands or smile. Inside the Library, Father heard the coordinated volley of a firing squad. He screamed. He ran to the window. The body jerked about the street in a sequence of attitudes as if it were trying to mop up its own blood.
Doctorow, E.L.. Ragtime (Modern Library 100 Best Novels) (p. 175). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
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