Post by Cristiano Orisha on Sept 20, 2014 20:50:11 GMT -8
1982
"Ey yo, black Caesar."
The black man in the immaculately tailored suit paused and turned. Three men sat and leaned against a car whose doors and windows were in bad need of repair. Sideways caps, jeans far too large for their frames, clothes that claimed an affiliation with the criminal element.
"Hey yo, we need a donation." Called one, the bold one who'd adressed him before.
The man looked them over with disinterest. After a moment he turned and continued in his way.
"Whoa whoa whoa, man. You hear me talking to you?" The three got to their feet and followed steps behind. "That wasn't a request, fucker."
Cristiano turned again. He approached the men suddenly not leaning so heavily on the gnarled cane in his right hand. The first man glanced at his friends triumphant.
Cristiano waited for him to meet his eyes. He spoke one word: "Strip.“
The first man sneered even as he pulled his arms through his T shirt.
" What the fuck you doing? " the second said. He glanced between his friend and the strange dark man. The man met his gaze.
"Strip."
The third man, perhaps possessing a greater degree of intelligence, turned to run but the cane hooked around his ankle and he fell face first onto the hard sidewalk. When he turned to untangle himself, the strange man caught his eye.
His eyebrow raised.
"Strip."
In a moment the three men stood before the strange man, shivering and frozen in place. And nude.
The man poked at their clothing with his cane. "Your parents and their parents and their parents for more than several centuries fought bled and died so that you could be here with the freedoms afforded you by the Constitution of these United States."
"Don't hurt us man, just let us go. We won't bother you. Ain't that right guys? "
If the dark man had a heart, it wasn't swayed. "I want you to remember this. Next time you decide to act outside the dignity and power and respect that this color demands." He held up his hand so that the dark back was displayed. "Descended from warrior kings who ruled their domain for millenia."
He tilted his head and lowered his hand. He suddenly seemed very tired. "Though a stallion cannot hope to learn his pedigree while having been raised by asses."
"Go home."
And like that, the spell was broken. Three of the grabbed up their clothes and retreated with haste. Cristiano watched them go. He shook his head, turned, and continued on his way.
"Ey yo, black Caesar."
The black man in the immaculately tailored suit paused and turned. Three men sat and leaned against a car whose doors and windows were in bad need of repair. Sideways caps, jeans far too large for their frames, clothes that claimed an affiliation with the criminal element.
"Hey yo, we need a donation." Called one, the bold one who'd adressed him before.
The man looked them over with disinterest. After a moment he turned and continued in his way.
"Whoa whoa whoa, man. You hear me talking to you?" The three got to their feet and followed steps behind. "That wasn't a request, fucker."
Cristiano turned again. He approached the men suddenly not leaning so heavily on the gnarled cane in his right hand. The first man glanced at his friends triumphant.
Cristiano waited for him to meet his eyes. He spoke one word: "Strip.“
The first man sneered even as he pulled his arms through his T shirt.
" What the fuck you doing? " the second said. He glanced between his friend and the strange dark man. The man met his gaze.
"Strip."
The third man, perhaps possessing a greater degree of intelligence, turned to run but the cane hooked around his ankle and he fell face first onto the hard sidewalk. When he turned to untangle himself, the strange man caught his eye.
His eyebrow raised.
"Strip."
In a moment the three men stood before the strange man, shivering and frozen in place. And nude.
The man poked at their clothing with his cane. "Your parents and their parents and their parents for more than several centuries fought bled and died so that you could be here with the freedoms afforded you by the Constitution of these United States."
"Don't hurt us man, just let us go. We won't bother you. Ain't that right guys? "
If the dark man had a heart, it wasn't swayed. "I want you to remember this. Next time you decide to act outside the dignity and power and respect that this color demands." He held up his hand so that the dark back was displayed. "Descended from warrior kings who ruled their domain for millenia."
He tilted his head and lowered his hand. He suddenly seemed very tired. "Though a stallion cannot hope to learn his pedigree while having been raised by asses."
"Go home."
And like that, the spell was broken. Three of the grabbed up their clothes and retreated with haste. Cristiano watched them go. He shook his head, turned, and continued on his way.
