Then there was that time he had been robbed at gunpoint. And the other time he had been robbed at knifepoint. And the other time he had been robbed at spatula-point. In his defense, it had been one of those long-handled metal barbecue spatulas.
She shrugged. That was millennial for no. And for yes. And for several other things, but Kenny spoke fluent millennial, so he understood Noora’s shrug as a no.
The local farmers had taken to their fields with pitchforks and rifles to protect their children and crops from alien pillaging and anal probing, not necessarily in that order.
It was ten forty-five. She had asked Kenny to send her a rescue text as her pretense for leaving. Kenny’s message said: This is my rescue text that you can use as an excuse to leave and go fight crime.
Does the institution lead the individuals to act in a certain way, or do the consistent actions of many individuals create institutionalized, systemic racism?”
She said the guy who owned the first Chinese restaurant in town wasn’t even Asian, but set up the paperwork under the name Fuk Yu. It sounded ridiculous. I think my mom is full of shit.”
One of them was that the state, still touchy about the fact Kenny had destroyed an administration and hurt the Democratic Party for a full election cycle, wasn’t going to make anything easy for him.
Twenty minutes later, they sat together at a table situated in a corner of Chuck E. Cheese, struggling to hear each other. A corner of hell would have been quieter.
Some of you do this to protect your parents or your family. Some of us do it to protect our children. Some do it to protect ourselves. No matter the reason, if you don’t talk, their truth is a lie. It is that simple.
Ramon smiled. “You’re expected to be a good citizen before you’re a good journalist and sit on this until we’ve had a chance to interrogate the conspirators.” “So, to get this straight, you’re expecting me to not do my job while you do your jobs?” Kenny said.
