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about the way he looked at him. They say the evil in a man jumps out for a second and presents itself, when there is so much hate inside that it consumes the body. Kavon couldn’t help but wonder if resentment was what Shy felt for him now. He brushed it off when he remembered that they were bros above everything else, including money.
    “Glad you came to your senses.” Kavon grinned a little. For the first time he was in control. “Now let’s get out of here so we can get some real food.”
    “Cool wit’ me.”
    They left together, but when they got in their rides, they thought about how things ended, and knew in one way or another, things would forever be changed between them.

 

     
    Carolyn Jamison
    Upper Marlboro, Maryland
    Choose A Side
     
    I t was seven o’clock in the evening, the time where most people would be eating dinner at home. Not twenty-year-old Carolyn Jamison. She sat quietly in the front row of a secret “Klan of Young Conservatism” rally, which was nothing more than a modern-day Ku Klux Klan organization in Upper Marlboro, Maryland.
    Behind the podium stood her father, wearing a chocolate suit, he controlled the audience’s attention with the vigor and force only a leader could muster. If you placed his voice on mute, still his eyes would say exactly what he stood for…total dominance and control. And when Carolyn’s eyes met her father’s she smiled brightly doing her best to show her support for his cause.
    “Blacks think they run our country because of the laws that are made today! And unless we do something about it now, drug dealers, basketball players, rappers and the rest of these niggers will continue to take the American tradition out of our homes and throw it into the streets! And I for one won’t rest until we claim our country back! Are you with me?!”
    “Yeah!” A thunderous cheer rippled through the hall.
    “I said are you with me?!”
    “YYYYYYYYYEAAAAHHHH!”
    “What do we believe in?!” William yelled looking at his audience in a distorted evil glare.
    “White POWER!” the crowd yelled.
    “And what will we fight for?!”
    “White POWER!”
    “Now I’m not opposed to niggers getting with other niggers.” The crowd settled down and laughed a little. “But now they want our women and our jobs! Are we gonna sit by and continue to let them push out everything we worked so hard to build?”
    “Nooooooooooooo!”
    Raising his clutched fist into the air, he wanted it known that he would stop at nothing to ensure that whites regain control of their government and country. His coal black hair was as neat and as perfect as his purpose. In his late forties, at first sight William appeared as harmless as a catholic priest. But he was far from it.
    “We must protect our white babies, our white women and white America! And as I look down at my God fearing beautiful white daughter, I’m reminded of the importance of our pure white heritage!
    Anyone who was watching Carolyn could see that her beauty was riveting. And there was no denying that she looked like money in her royal blue Anne Klein suit and black pumps. Her red hair sat neatly on her shoulders and moved whenever she did. Out of habit and nervousness, she tucked it behind her ears several times that evening.
    These meetings always had her on edge because she wondered if anyone would notice that she didn’t believe in everything KYC stood for. It was difficult for her to digest that her father was nothing more than an extreme racist. He couldn’t even be in the same room with someone black without commenting on their atrociousness. Day and night he preached of regaining the country through infiltrating public offices and big businesses. And he’d stop at nothing to see his plans followed through.
    And right beside Carolyn sat her skinhead brother, eighteen-year old Todd Jamison. While everyone else was dressed in business attire, Todd wore a tight white t-shirt revealing his muscular body, and a pair of