Momma’s freaking out. Blasting through the house are the grave words of 2XN, which I doubt will be Momma’s go-to radio station after this incident. But why’s she playing it on all the radios? With radios as popular as they are now and Momma working with music, we have three radios. One for my room, one for Momma and Daddy’s, and one for the kitchen.
“We predict thousands -- no -- tens of thousands of them are here.”
No.
“Them” is the KKK. Tens of thousands of them. They’re marching on Pennsylvania Avenue as I’m writing this. Momma ran from them, with tons of other people, and now they’re making their way north.
Now Momma’s worried about Daddy, too. The KKK doesn’t just go after blacks -- they perform crimes against the Catholics and Jews, too. He’s in work in the big city right now, working with an architect on a new project, but she’s still scared that they’ll somehow get up here and find him, a Catholic. I keep telling her that he’ll be fine. They wouldn’t dare come this far north, would they?
She’s shut and locked the door and all the windows; she’s scared of a riot. There hasn’t been one in New York in 25 years, but how are people going to react to this? I mean, there was a race riot in Florida just two years ago. Who’s to say one can’t happen today?
No comments:
Post a Comment