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kitchen-4“Got the trifecta,” Mary said to Bill.

“What do you mean?”

They were downstairs changing early Tuesday morning the week after Bill and Alfreda had driven back together from Suburban West.

Mary was in her bra and slip. Bea was in her bra and slip. Bill was stripped down to his skivvies.

“You don’t think she wasn’t gonna tell us, did you?” Bea said. She let out her throaty chuckle. “Gotta love them white boys, don’t you?” she said to Mary.

“Lord have Mercy,” Mary said. “Only a matter of time till Henry Lee finds out. Bill Wynn, I hope you can fight.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” Bill said.

Bea laughed even louder. She sat down on the chair they all stood around. “Come here boy.” She motioned for Bill to come close to her. “Me and Mary been talking about it. Don’t know how we’re gonna stop him from finding out.”

“Basically, she blackmailed me,” Bill said. “She said if I didn’t get with her she’d tell him I did stuff to her.”

“So you didn’t want to?” Mary said.

“I didn’t say that. I said I tried not to. I told her I didn’t want to. She said it was payback for all the stuff he does.”

“Don’t blame her for that,” Bea said.

“Me neither,” Mary said. “Meanwhile what we gonna do about this?”

“Nothing,” Bea said. “Not for now. Me, I’m just gonna keep having fun with the vanilla ice cream. What about you Mary?”

“I’m done with all this. I’m taking myself out of it. I don’t want to be part of what’s coming.”

“How about a uniform?” Bill said.

“How about you give me some?” Bea said.

“Goddamn it, Bea,” Mary said. “Give him a uniform.”

“I like it in the morning,” Bea said.

“I do too,” Mary said. “But you don’t see me making it worse.”

“Now that Eleanor gone, the boy must be lonely. You lonely, boy?” Bea spread her legs and pulled off her panties. She lifted one foot to the edge of the chair so everyone had a clear view of what there was to see. “Well, boy? You lonely.”

“I just want to go to work,” Bill said.

Bea started rubbing herself. “Well, go to work,” she said.

“I’m out of here,” Mary said. She took her own kitchen dress from the uniform closet, put it on quickly then threw Bill a pair of uniform pants. Finished dressing, she headed to the stairs. “You two gonna rot in hell,” she said on her way up.

“You believe that?” Bea asked.

“No,” Bill said. “Not at all.”

“Good. Me neither.”

“You know we can’t keep this up,” Bill said.

“Why not?”

“Sooner or later we’ll get caught.”

“You think they don’t know? You think Tommy don’t stay away from us down here on purpose?”

“You telling me he knows?”

“Boy,” Bea said, ”you young and fun and pretty, but you sure are stupid.”

Bill flushed full red in the face. “I have a college degree,” he finally managed.

“That don’t mean nothing,” Bea said.

Bill thought about it a moment. She was right, he decided. Here, in the kitchen world, college degrees didn’t mean anything. What you could do with your hands and how you could handle the orders during a rush meant everything. Being smart was different from being educated. Bill knew he was educated. He also knew that compared to Mary, Bea and Henry Lee he wasn’t so smart. Maybe he could get smart, he thought to himself. But it sure wasn’t gonna happen while he and Bea were getting in on in the downstairs bathroom.

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The Ghost Writer, Rose’s Story: A Look At The Worlds We Hide

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kitchen-4Alfreda and Bill stayed a while by that rock, Alfreda helping herself to a generous feel of Bill. She looked him in the eyes as she helped herself, noting that she liked what she saw. Not removing her hand, she kissed him, slipped him her tongue. Bill, as if mesmerized, kissed back and allowed her to help herself. He knew he should stop it, cut it off right here, but he didn’t.

“I’m gonna drive you back,” Alfreda said while they kissed. I gotta see if what Bea says is gospel. Or maybe she just getting senile.”

Alfreda stood up. She took Bill’s hand and pulled him up. Still holding that hand, she slid it up under her dress for Bill to discover she wore no underwear. “See,” Alfreda said, “we just one big happy family here. And don’t you give my husband no thought. I’m telling you it’s okay.”

They stood a moment longer. Alfreda reached inside Bill’s kitchen pants so they were both touching bare skin. All the while they kissed. Finally, Bill cut it off saying they should get back inside. But Alfreda did not let him go right away.

“I’m getting what I want,” she said. “I ain’t no old biddy like Bea. I’m young and strong and I got my own needs that you gonna fill. It works on lots of levels, believe you me.”

Bill remembered it was anything but okay. Robert slapped him upside the head two times for Alfreda and called her a shameless hussy. Bill reminded him that Henry Lee was screwing anything that had a pussy and so what difference did it make. Robert informed Bill that they all sat together in church on Sundays, Robert leading the choir that Alfreda and Mary sang in while Henry Lee minded the kids in the front pew.

“Stay away from that shameless hussy,” Robert told Bill before he got in the van with Alfreda.

“I’ll do my best,” Bill said.

“Huh, glory,” Robert sang out.

In the van, Alfreda immediately reached for Bill. Bill slid as close to the passenger door as he could, making it hard for her to get to him.

“I got it all figured,” Alfreda said. “You don’t’ give me what I want, I tell that man of mine you made a pass at me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I would. I’ll tell him you made me do things.”

“Get out of here,” Bill said.

“Try me.”

This was déjà vu for Bill. Such a thing had happened once before to him in his life.

Alfreda stopped in one of the parks in Whitehall, the actual county Suburban East was located in. She pulled off the road into the most remote section of the park’s parking lot and went over the seat into the cargo area. Bill followed, partly because he felt he had to, mostly because he was young and he really wanted to.

Bill remembered. Her kisses weren’t cold yet when she strode up to Henry Lee and kissed him like nothing happened. Henry Lee was none the wiser. But when he started saying he heard they had some excitement over there, Bill got scared thinking Henry Lee knew, except Henry Lee was talking about the fire because Alvin had called him and told him about it.

“First fire, huh?” Henry Lee said to Bill. He slapped Bill five. “Alvin told me he ran out the door. I’d have done the same.”

“Well,” Bill said, “now I know how to put out a grease fire.”

“Baking soda works too,” Henry Lee said. Then, “Let’s get that meat into the van so she can get back.”

“Nice working with you,” Alfreda said to Bill just before she drove off. “See you again soon, I suppose.”

“I suppose,” Bill said.

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The Ghost Writer, Rose’s Story: A Look At The Worlds We Hide

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COMMENTARY BY Walter E. Williams is a professor of economics at George Mason University.

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African-Americans are one of the most solidly Democratic voting blocs, with 88 percent voting for Hillary Clinton in the 2016 election. (Photo: Christopher Fitzgerald/Chris Fitzgerald /CandidatePhotos/Newscom)

This is a complete text of what was printed in The Daily Signal. The link directly below leads to that commentary.

dailysignal.com/2017/06/07/democrats-duped-african-americans

Ask any black person which political party has been black people’s political ally. With near unanimity, blacks would answer the Democratic Party.

Asked which political party has been hostile to blacks, they’d say the Republican Party with similar unanimity.

For better answers, check out Prager University’s five-minute clip, “The Inconvenient Truth About the Democratic Party,” by Carol Swain, professor of political science at Vanderbilt University.

Since its founding in the late 1820s, the Democratic Party has defended slavery, started the Civil War, and opposed Reconstruction. The Democratic Party imposed segregation. Its members engaged in the lynchings of blacks and opposed the civil rights acts of the 1950s and ’60s.

During Reconstruction, hundreds of black men were elected to Southern state legislatures as Republicans, and 22 black Republicans served in the U.S. Congress by 1900.

The Democratic Party did not elect a black man to Congress until 1935.

President Woodrow Wilson was a progressive Democrat and an avowed racist who shared many views with the Ku Klux Klan.

He resegregated the federal civil service. He screened the racist film “The Birth of a Nation,” originally titled “The Clansman,” at the White House—it was the very first movie ever played at the White House.

What was the party of Orval Faubus, the Arkansas governor who blocked the desegregation of Little Rock schools and defied the U.S. Supreme Court’s unanimous 1954 Brown v. Board of Education decision?

What was the party of Theophilus Eugene Connor, known as Bull Connor, who, as city commissioner, set vicious dogs, fire hoses, and billy clubs on black civil rights demonstrators in Birmingham, Alabama?

Connor said: “You can never whip these birds if you don’t keep you and them separate. I found that out in Birmingham. You’ve got to keep your white and black separate.”

If you answered that Faubus and Connor were Democrats, go to the head of the class.

By the way, it was Republican President Dwight D. Eisenhower who sent troops to ensure that black students could attend Little Rock’s Central High School.

What was the political party of Alabama Gov. George Wallace, who, during the 1960s civil rights movement, declared that he stood for “segregation now, segregation tomorrow, and segregation forever” and blocked black students from entering the University of Alabama?

A few years later, the only serious congressional opposition to the landmark Civil Rights Act of 1964 came from Democrats.

Eighty percent of Republicans in the House of Representatives supported the bill. Less than 70 percent of Democrats did.

Democratic senators, led by ex-Klansman Robert Byrd’s 14-hour filibuster, kept the bill tied up for 75 days, until Republicans mustered enough votes to break the filibuster.

Labor unions have always been allied with the Democratic Party and have a history of racism. Most of today’s black leaders give unquestioned support to labor unions and their policies that harm black workers, but yesteryear’s black leaders saw things differently.

Frederick Douglass, in his 1874 essay “The Folly, Tyranny, and Wickedness of Labor Unions,” argued that unions were not friends of blacks. W.E.B. Du Bois called unions “the greatest enemy of the black working man.”

Booker T. Washington also opposed unions because of their adverse impact on blacks.

Today, Democrats use diplomacy to hoodwink blacks. They tell blacks to be against those—such as Education Secretary Betsy DeVos—who are for school vouchers that enable black parents to get their children out of rotten schools run by Democrats at the National Education Association.

Democrats are using black congressmen to go after Milwaukee County Sheriff David Clarke, who is a high-profile conservative, champion of law and order, and supporter of President Donald Trump. They view Clarke as a threat to Democratic Party interests.

Indeed, if Democrats lost just 25 percent of the black vote, they would be in deep political trouble.

By the way, none of what I’ve said should be taken as an argument that blacks should rush to become Republicans.

I’d like to see the black community acting the way most Japanese and Chinese communities do—not getting into a tizzy over which political party is in power.


hypocrisy meterSo there was Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren sitting at a table criticizing Trump’s efforts to repeal and replace Obamacare. They call it Trumpcare, and if you listen to them and the rest of the Democrats, Trumpcare will kill, yes kill, millions of Americans.

The realities of Obamacare are far different from what the Democrats purport and would have you believe. That will be presented in an upcoming blog publication here. So let it suffice to say for now, and you can believe or not believe it, that except for those who got Obamacare free through Medicaid, Medicaid expansion, or given stipends to pay for it, Obamacare cost most American families who pay for their own insurance a small fortune and it put many people out of work, most of those people minimum wage earners who were laid off due to the twenty-nine hour rule. And that’s not to mention the tax we’ve all been paying on medical supplies.

Chutzpah. Chutzpah to pretend that Obamacare did anything other than attempt to control every facet of Americans’ lives and redistribute hard-working, tax-paying Americans’ money.

Chutzpah.

Sanders and Warren were saying that President Trump was appeasing the wishes of the Koch Brothers and the rich corporations and that despite the fact that Trumpcare will kill millions of Americans, the Republicans were more worried about carrying out the wishes of the rich Koch Brothers and other billionaire-corporations than taking care of Americans.

Why is this Chutzpah? First, Chutzpah is too nice a word. Hypocrisy is a better word. Even more important, it is just another step in the Democrat hoodwinking of the American public, or just another of the false presentations  they have been giving us for the last sixty years, yes, that’s right, sixty years, and even a few more before that.

As they were on TV  saying this about the Republicans and the Koch Brothers (I don’t know if it was prerecorded or not) the run-off election in Georgia was taking place. It is the single most expensive election of its kind with the Democrat candidate, Ossoff, who is not even from the district in which the election is for and who only might move there if he wins, having scored more than 20 million dollars. Ossoff owns a film-making company that has received large contributions from organizations funded by none other than George Soros. Soros is quietly behind the scenes funding many of the Democrat initiatives, Ossoff’s included. Ossoff’s company also gets a lot of money from Al Jazeera.

So herein is the hypocrisy, or the Chutzpah. For Warren and Sanders to say anything about the Koch Brothers and the Republicans is nothing more than the pot calling the kettle black. Or it is hypocrisy on a grand scale. It is part and parcel of the Democratic playbook, a playbook designed to hoodwink the American public and one that is more destructive to American society than anything the Republicans could do, even on their best day, which they haven’t seen in a long time.

So this is just another facet of the turnaround. The Democrats would have you believe they are working for you and have your backs. The truth is they are masters of the sound bite and are desperately hoping they have dumbed-down our education system enough so the majority of the public is not interested in or capable of looking at the realities behind their sound bites.

While I don’t generally like to use the first person, I do implore you. Don’t believe me. Look behind everything. Look at who has done what, who is funded by whom, what the real costs of Obamacare are and what is actually happening to Obamacare as this is being written. Dig deep and look at it all.


upside-down-house-extPersonally, I’ve never understood how things get so turned around and how some people become masters of the turnaround while others are ever the victims of it. To me it’s an enigmatic phenomenon. I think it involves the ability to lie and stand by your lies no matter what. It also involves being able to speak loudly, deflect scrutiny and never admit culpability in anything. It also involves a big sense of self-righteousness and the assumption of having the moral high ground.

Maybe it’s kind of like s/he who screams the loudest and the longest gets stuff turned around the way s/he wants it. Then the rest of us are perpetrators, ever the culprits.

All together, the Republicans have a bad name. This was true before Trump, and Trump, no matter what you think of him, is categorized by it. They, the Republicans, are against the little people, against the minorities and only for big business, Wall Street and those big shots.

That’s what the Democrats would have us believe. They say it every chance they get. But the facts don’t bear that out. The facts show that Democrats get an overwhelming majority of minority votes, but their policies have overwhelmingly failed the minority community. Democrats have singlehandedly run the inner cities for more than half a century. In those inner-city communities, education is failing, unemployment far exceeds the national rate, crime rates far exceed the national average, drug abuse and poverty abound.

So what have the Democrats done? Really, they’ve done just about nothing but exploit the minority community by stealing what they can from it including its vote, and they’ve done this by consistently branding Republicans as racists, sexists and homophobes and blaming them for their own failure.

Spoken about here lots of times, the war on poverty illustrates the point. Begun in the 1960s  by Lyndon Johnson, the Democratic president, and continually supported by Democrats like Teddy Kennedy (remember Chappaquiddick?), twenty three trillion dollars later the poverty rate in America has not significantly changed. Yet if any Republicans suggest we revert to workfare to reduce the welfare rolls, they are branded racist. Ironically, Bill Clinton did this during his presidency with great success. Great success means welfare rolls were reduced, unemployment was reduced, more people worked and rose from poverty to the middle class. They did this with dignity and established independence.

Even the suggestion by Republicans that able-bodied people work is met by Democratic derision. Similarly, while economic studies show that raising the minimum wage, as the Democrats are pushing, will increase unemployment in the very community they allegedly want to help, when Republicans cite this fact and oppose the idea, they are branded as racists: the turnaround.

And on and on. If the Republicans fight to enforce immigration laws and end sanctuary cities, they are, you guessed it, racists. If they don’t want to fund Planned Parenthood they are sexist. The turnaround! Since when was it a bad thing to enforce our laws or speak your conscience in America? And that’s being kind to Planned Parenthood.

The Turnaround is a sinister technique. It stifles and suppresses new ideas and alternative solutions and it all too often maintains a status quo which needs to be changed.

We used to say “the pot calling the kettle black,” which is a good start at examining the Democratic mastery of The Turnaround. We should not only follow the money (a previous blog entry here), but we should look at who’s calling who what.

In Shakespeare the truth often comes from the clowns, the jesters and the blind.  Even if you feel that way about a candidate, it doesn’t mean s/he doesn’t speak truth at times.

Maybe The Turnaround is suppressing the truth and not reflecting it.


kitchen-4Not long after Eleanor was gone and Bill’s Suburban life had quieted some, State West was down a cook and the east sent Bill over to do the lunch rush on the line with Robert and Alvin. Alvin was burly, a heavy-drinking, pot-smoking man in his thirties. He was related to Henry Lee and Yulie, who’d died awhile back, who Mary talked about as if she had loved him. Robert did the grill, Alvin worked the middle cutting roast beef from the steamship round, and Bill did the fryers and vegetables.

This was the day the line caught fire, a good one too, starting on the Garland and spreading quickly over and past the charcoal grill.

“Damn,” Robert said.

Bill started to panic since this was his first real fire and he didn’t quite know what to do. Robert gently grabbed his wrist and held it, shook it so his whole hand shook.

“Check out your mind, baby,” Robert said. “Make every step count for two.”  He let go Bill’s wrist. “Now go to the walk-in and get me a case of milk. Quickly.”

Alvin was nowhere to be seen when Bill returned with the milk. Robert, slow and easy as was always his way, reached into the milk case, took up a gallon container and started pouring milk systematically over the fire. He did the charcoal grill first, then the Garland. Meanwhile, Bill covered the food that might get splashed, and within a matter of moments, the fire was out.

“If the foam goes off,” Robert said, “we lose all the food and can’t do the lunch. You know Mr. Bowman gonna lawnmower our asses if that ever happens.” Then he said “Put the milk away, chill out a minute and we’ll clean up.”

Bill was coming out of the walk-in box in the prep kitchen when he heard Robert yell, the first and only time he ever heard Robert yell.

“Who the hell cleaned the broiler and didn’t empty the damn grease drawer?”

Bill saw the kitchen stop dead. No one moved, no one made a noise.

“You stupid bastards,” Robert continued, yelling at no one in particular, “that ever happens again I’ll fire all you crazy bitches.”

Done, Robert turned to Bill. “C’mon baby,” he said, calm as if he’d never raised his voice, “let’s go get some air.” He put his arm around Bill and started for the door.

The moment the door closed behind them, as if it were one living organism, the kitchen came alive again. Robert’s arm still around Bill, he said, “Glory hallelujah,” and he started to laugh. Then he saw Alvin sitting on a big rock with Alfreda, Henry Lee’s wife.

“What the hell you doing out here?” Robert asked.

“Shit,” Alvin said, “I’m a cook, not a fireman.”

Bill would never forget those words. Alvin was sitting on that rock all relaxed and peaceful, smoking a cigarette and talking to Alfreda as if nothing was going on.

Bill lingered outside with Alfreda after Robert and Alvin went back in to start the clean-up. Alfreda was dark chocolate like Mary and skinny like a speed freak. She didn’t get up from the rock and Bill sat next to her a moment.

“So,” Alfreda, said, “I am gonna get with you, you know.” As she said this, she slid her hand into Bill’s lap and rested it there. She began indulging herself and Bill made no attempt to stop her. He couldn’t help but get roused.

“You’re Henry Lee’s wife,” Bill said.

“So? Being married never stopped him any.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Never seemed to stop you any either.”

“What are you saying?”

“Bea, Mary, Norma, Eleanor. That’s what I’m saying, and now it’s my turn.”

“I don’t think so,” Bill said.

“I do,” Alfreda said with a big smile.

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American flagThe shooting yesterday was tragic. Make no mistake about it. But it is a true metaphor for where we have come to in our society. It should be a wake-up call, but as our past performance indicates, more than likely it won’t be.

As it is wont to do, the media has already run with the event. The blame game started almost immediately and the media quickly assumed its current role of aiding and abetting their political favorites in assuaging their consciences and casting aspersions on their opponents. Isn’t that what got us here, to this shooting, in the first place?

Meanwhile, as Steve Scalise fights for his life, our illustrious leaders do what they always do which is talk BS. They speak in platitudes and make symbolic statements and gestures. They play, not a baseball game, but the jockey-for-position game. They fight, not to serve the American people but to be first to appear as if they really care about the American people and the country. Their past performances, pick a side, right or left, show that to them appearance is everything and they are engaged in not working for the American people but in putting forward the appearance that they are.

Wow!

Some reality exists behind the façade. First, their reality is not our reality. Not too long ago in the scope of history the United States was formed as a government for the people and by the people. Intrinsically, that meant the people were supposed to run the government for the benefit of the people. With the advent of career politicians, those whose lifelong job is being politicians, the government of the United States shifted. Our leaders forgot about serving the people and began the quest to stay employed. Or, like the paramount premise of evolution, they took on the notion that staying employed was their first priority and a matter of survival of the fittest. It’s called Social Darwinism. Social Darwinism is the greatest corrupter of our institutions, our governments throughout the world, and yes, of humankind, for man is by nature selfish and greedy.

Another reality behind the façade our leaders are putting on for us at this moment is that they have never before been so far apart in their fight for control that they were willing to usurp the power of very government they are supposed to serve. Never before has one party colluded with the media to destroy a duly-elected president. History, if not overcome by revisionist history, will write this chapter. It is one thing to not support a president’s policies, or his party’s policies. But it is quite another thing to assume that your own party has moral superiority and the will of the people when the will of the people, like it or not, elected a different candidate. Or, obstructionism is one thing. Attempting to bring down a duly-elected administration is quite another. Factually, impeachment of the new President was being talked about prior to his inauguration.

Symbolically, our leaders talk about the importance of unity, the importance of coming together now and playing this baseball game tonight to show the American people how strong we (they) are and how much they care about our government and its moving forward together. Behind the scenes, our politburo leaders are discussing the same old same old which is how to keep themselves safe and keep themselves in office. It’s shameful and it makes one as queasy as Comey.

This shooting is tragic. All our hearts and best wishes for a full and swift recovery go out to Steve Scalise and the others injured. Nothing more important can be said than that. But make no mistake about it. The shooting event itself is metaphoric for where we have come to in our society and the response to it is metaphoric for the true nature of our leaders and their lack of real concern for the best government,  society and country in the world.