Chapter 1
"I'm not a prophet, but sometimes I have prophetic dreams like the one where I was at a garden party"
A boy walked uptop a stage and began to bring the mic down to his level he taped the mic to make sure it was on and when he was sure that it was he began to speak.
"Excuse me everyone I have a brief announcement to make" he said
Everyone present stopped talking among thereselves and looked at him during is short pause.
"Jesus was black, Ronald Reagan was the devil and the government is lying about nine eleven thank you for your time and goodnight" he said finishing his short speech.
"NOOOO!!!!" A women in the crowd screamed making the others join her.
"IT CAN'T BE TRUE!!!!" she continued then right after passed out.
After that some of the people among the crowd began to start fighting throwing chairs etc.
Some people were running around on fire making it spread fast all of that only came to an end when when the same boy from earlier was awoken by a slap to his forehead.
"Hmmm you were having that dream where you made the white people riot weren't ya" a old man with near white hair said to one of his grandchildren.
"I was telling the truth!" The boy tried to tell him.
"How many times have I told you better not even dream about telling the white people the truth you understand me" he then walked off still mumbling.
"Telling white folk the truth you'll know when they got you cleaning all the fat women toilets then you'll shut up about telling white people the truth sick minded kids now a days boy better learn how to lie like me ima go find a white man to lie to right now" he said.
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The old man from before was in the middle of the living working out naked sweat flying in every direction when he was done he turned off the TV camercial about the workout program.
"Sorry billy blank apply by the tape when you can get the infomercial for free" he said then headed to the kitchen after putting on a towel when he was about to pour some juice in a cup he saw that there was none left.
"BOYS!!!!"
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In front of him now were three boys about the same age while the one in the middle looked slightly older than the other two beside him.
"Witch one of youbwoyld like to explain this" the old man asked.
The boy on the right was the first to speak.
"You mean the orange juice or the mini skirt" he tiredly asked.
"Which one of you drank the last bit of orange juice that's the last food they supply vitamin C what am I supposed to do about my vitamin C now y'all need to start appreciating your grandaddy I went and spent your inheritance on this beautiful house in this neighborhood and all I asked you to do is act like you got some class..." While was telling them off they were having a conversion of their own making their grandfather even angrier when the first boy said nigga.
"See that's what I'm talking about right there we don't use the N word in this house" he said.
"Grandad you said the word nigga 46 tines yesterday I counted" a boy with an afro said.
"Nigga hush now you may not like it, but I move y'all out here to expand your horizon there's a new fight man out here he's been fine for example did you know that the new white man loves gourmet cheese" grandad said.
"Wait I'm sorry did you just say cheese" the same afro headed boy from before spoke.
"Yep cheese you give the meanest white man a piece of cheese and he turned into mister Mr.Rogers" grandad said.
"Grandad that doesn't make sense" the same boy said again.
"You talking back to me boy"
"Grandad you can't tame the white supremacist power structure with cheese!"
"Oh yes I can boy!"
"No you can't!"
"Yes I can!"
"No you can not!"
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"How can somebody that old say something so stupid" the afro headed boy Huey said while using a sniper to spy on the mailman.
"I know about white people to like when they talk they say the whole word like this" the other boy from before said.
"Nathan can you believe him using cheese as a way to gain a standing with the white people" Huey said.
"If you are honestly asking me that then yes I do believe he would say something like that I have no doubts in my head about that actually" the boy that was quite until know spoke with a bag of chips in his hands sitting on the roof with the other two boys.
"Riley why'd you bring us out here anyway probably did it just to make us miserable" Huey asked the other boy that still had a gun in his hand.
"And white people take time out to study" Riley continued speaking not answering Huey.
"I hate this place" Huey said.
"And white people arrest you" Riley said aiming at a police officer.
When Huey saw a black car coming towards the house with the sniper he quickly got down from the roof running back inside
He quickly hide behide the staircase aiming his gun at the door ready to deal with the possible threat while his grandfather opened it mumbling.
"This better not be no Jehovah witness I'm going to send'em right back to the whole they came out of" he said opening the door.
"Yes" he asked the man in front of him.
"Hello I'm looking for Robert Freeman" the man asked.
"I'm Robert Freeman" grandad said.
"I'm Edward from Woodcrest savings and loan" the man opposite him said in a confident tone.
"Oh so" grandad asked him.
"I own the bank that owns your house" he said.
"OH! well come in sir welcome to your house" Robert said leading them both to the living room with Huey tailing them.
"Robert I my family founded woodcrest over 170 years ago I was born here and I still live here I consider this place to be family and I'm very selective about who I allow into that family you understand what I'm saying Robert" he finished.
"Hey! Yes I totally understand would you like some cheese" Robert asked him.
The man's face went from a smile to a stern frown in less than a second.
"Did you just offer me cheese" he asked.
"Yes I did"
The mans face went from his frown to a greatful smile.
"I'd love some cheese thank you"
"NATHAN GO GET THE FANCY CHEESE!" Robert shouted.