Miracle’s Boys

“BROTHERS IS THE BADDEST. THEN COMES DOminicans. Dominicans don’t mess around. I’m cool with Dominicans though. They don’t mess with me, I don’t mess with them.”
I lay back on my bed and listened to my brother Newcharlie talking. We had shared this room since the day I was born. And I swear since the day I was born, he’d been going on about who was the baddest. Used to be Puerto Ricans were the second baddest, but somewhere along the road their status dropped. Broth- ers were always at the top or the next ones down.
Newcharlie wasn’t talking to me. Since he’d gotten home from Rahway Home for Boys a few months ago, he never talked to me. He was combing his hair and talking to Aaron. They’d known each other forever to say “W’s up” and stuff, but they didn’t start hanging till Newcharlie came home from Rahway. Seems once Newcharlie saw the inside of Rahway, most of the guys around here who cut school, hung out real late, and got into all kinds of stuff thought he was some kind of wonderful. Aaron acted like he wanted to kiss the heels of Newcharlie’s shoes, hanging on to New- charlie’s words like they were something special. And Newcharlie was just as stupid over Aaron. Hanging out with him like Aaron was his brother. Like Aaron was me.
Newcharlie and Aaron were the same height and walked the same way, and now they had the same meanness. Aaron’s meanness had always been around him. Even when we were small, we’d walk past him and he’d say something negative. Like when Mama used to make us go to church on Sundays. We’d be all dressed up walking to the bus stop, and Aaron’d say something like “Mama’s church boys going to meet their maker.” Or the time our big brother, Ty’ree, stopped him from snatching this little kid’s Halloween bag. Aaron didn’t take the bag, but he kept glaring over his shoulder as me and Ty’ree and the kid walked away, saying, “That’s all right, church boy. That’s all right.” Like he had something waiting for us later on. New- charlie’s meanness was as new as his name. He’d come back from Rahway with it, and the way he and Aaron hung so tight, you’d think he didn’t remember those days when we crossed to the other side of the street when we saw Aaron and his boys hanging out.