Tom Joad

He still speaks -- in a weekend of coachella, nbc page promotions, the promise, old overholt, lone star, a good year -- there's still the grapes of wrath. there's still john steinbeck. And there's still that old, weird america.

Ma said "How'm I gonna know 'bout you? They might kill ya an' I wouldn' know. They might hurt ya. How'm I gonna know?"

Tom laughed uneasily, "Well, maybe like Casy says, a fella ain’t got a soul of his own, but on'y a piece of a big one—an' then—" "Then what, Tom?"

"Then it don' matter. Then I’ll be all aroun' in the dark. I’ll be ever'where–wherever you look. Wherever they's a fight so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever they's a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. If Casy knowed, why, I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad an'— I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry an' they know supper’s ready. An' when our folks eat the stuff they raise an' live in the houses they build—why, I’ll be there. See? "