Red woke with very little sleep, but he wanted to call the hospital to check on his wife as soon as he was able. When he called, the hospital told him Dusty was at the State Institute for the mentally insane. Red could not believe what he was hearing. How could that be he screeched? He was told Dusty was not coming out of her catatonic state and the No Blame medical plan did not allow for regular hospitals to house the insane. Red asked where she was. She was in a FEMA camp which also served as housing for the mentally insane and the criminally insane, one in all. What? A FEMA camp? What the hell was that? What about his son? Not to concern himself he was told, the baby would be raised by the state since the mother was unable to do so. But, I am his father, Red screamed at them. No you are no longer the father. You are a sla….I mean a state worker now. What did that mean he asked, but the phone went dead.
Red went into the kitchen where the Mexicans were fixing themselves lunch. They offered Red some food but he was unable to eat. He merely sat there in a state of shock. The Mexicans were unusually quiet and peeked glances over towards him. Then the one Mexican told Red, “We should have warned you.” You have called the hospital this morning I bet he asked of Red. Red nodded with amazement. The Mexican told Red they had seen this many times before in the many houses they had been trucked to wait out their orders for the jobs they worked.
Red slipped into the living room to turn on the TV while the Mexicans ate and prepared for their jobs. He had to divert his mind on anything, something, to keep himself from coming apart he thought. First he checked the news and there was President No Blame speaking to some group telling them that prosperity was flowing wildly inside the country. This has come about since his “fairness” policies” now every one was prosperous.
Red quickly changed the channel. Even though he had not eaten, something was roiling in his stomach. He decided to watch a sit com to give him something to divert his mind. The first program he turned on was called “Lovers and Blessings of being a Man”. There right on his TV screen, two naked men were rolling around on the floor, kissing and touching one another in a sexual encounter.
Red flipped the station again, this time being more shocked than with Mr. No Blame’s speech. He turned on a show, a game show, called “What’s at stake”? Several women were parading before a panel with various states of nudity while judges made decisions on which women were best suited physically for child bearing. Those with broad hips and large breasts were deemed winners and taken to an area where they would be held while arrangements would be made for the winners to be flown to undesignated spots for procreation.
Shocked almost to the limit, Red turned on another news channel, CNN where riots were being waged in Chicago. White people were being slaughtered by blacks and left in the streets to die. No police of any kind or National Guard was there. The sound bite pictures were suddenly gone and a panel of news people, pundits, and democrat politicians were talking. Andy Scooper asked them if these riots and the slaying of whites was a racist act and should they not be arrested. No, of course not, said a member of the Black Caucus in Congress. Only white crimes against black people were actual crimes. These killings were necessary for the equality and fairness that must exist in our country. Another black caucus member, Maxine Drippers said they were probably all Tea Party people in that group and they needed to be shot and killed as they were terrorists. If our government won’t do it, we, along with the New Black Panther party will take matters into our own hands as we have been doing. We need a fair society where the likes of Tea Party people needed to be shot for treasonous reasons.
Red felt nausea flow into his system taking it over like a boa constrictor strangling the very heart of him. On another news channel hosted by Sal Carpton, he heard more about these slayings and more images of women and children lying in streets blood all over the place. The Reverend Sal Carpton was speaking about how justice was finally coming to America. No longer would blacks be taken advantage and stay on the plantations of American greed. In the background, Red could see many houses and businesses in the death throes of flaming fires. No firemen were there. The fire department reported that all the firemen had come down with Swine flu and unable to attend to all the fires going on in the Chicago upper class neighborhoods. A guest, the Reverend Cheesy Lackson stated the great day had arrived for the black man finally. The whiteys were now paying for their sins against the slavery of millions of blacks.
About that time, Red felt the saliva dry up in his mouth. He was shaking all over and could not stop. The Mexicans were ready to be driven to their job sites. Red, now on autopilot gathered the men up and into the rickety van. Off they went to a local meat packing factory where the Mexicans told Red they would be packing up various kinds of meat to be sold to FEMA for the humans being kept in those camps which served a duel purpose of housing the mentally insane and others who were homeless due to relocation from their homes. The UN Agenda and the Sustainable Act needed people off what had once been their property, but nobody was allowed to own property now. Instead these people were herded into these hidden camps where minimal shelter and food was maintained.
Red, even though his voice was barely working asked the Mexicans how they knew all of this. The one Mexican who did most of the talking said to him, “You must have been a very stupeed leeberal to not know any of theese things. The federal government has taken over everything that belongs to people, their houses, their cars, their jobs even if the government felt that a worker made too much money his business would be confiscated and workers would be sent out to work these jobs so there could be fairness and everyone shared in the sacrifices. At this point, Red didn’t even care he had been called “stupid” by these Mexicans because he felt in the pit of his empty stomach he had been responsible for this taking place. He had not paid attention to the Mr. No Blame administration. He wanted equality by having the first black president. For bloody sake, he never imagined he would have to know anything about the man.
Being black in itself was enough for him to show that people were not prejudiced and why check his credentials? He was merely a black man, a plantation dweller that would take orders from Whitey on whatever policies were necessary for hope and change inside the country. Never did he imagine this was the hope and change that would take place. He almost wanted to cut his own throat over it. How could he have been so stupid? He had a degree from a very Ivy League University after all. How could he have thought for one moment that he was stupid?
They arrived at the meat packing company where the Mexicans jumped out to work their 8 hour shift 3pm to 11pm, no breaks and no dinner break. The Mexicans told Red it did not bother them. They would return to Mexico to live like kings after their work permits were withdrawn.
Red headed to his office where he intended to try to start his day working although he felt miserable and hopeless at the moment. He just could not believe this was happening to him of all people who had fought so long and hard for Mr. No Blame’s re-election.
To be continued…………..