A spoonful of the past

He had received the most lavish praises, and he had harvested the nastiest curses.
He was a guy whose every vein pulsed with defiance.
He was a white boy who could never become a celebrity.
He was a youth from the countryside in the eyes of the masses.
He was Tommy Hawk.
He had been reborn.
Welcome to the story that tells of the American Dream in the first half and the American nightmare in the second.
Let's invite Tommy Hawk to take the stage, in the winter of 2022.

America 1982

Behind him were several black corpses hanging high, riddled with bullet holes, amidst the ruins of a building, as he spread his arms wide beneath his expansive white robe and declared:


"I once said that you can't hang them, but I can. I must keep my promise; God is my witness."


"Stop!" Tommy suddenly yelled "Cut!" at the camera, then took a deep breath and spun around twice on the spot. Uncertainly, he said to the cameraman, "Did the lines I just said sound too domineering? They sound less like I'm showing the old guys I've done it and more like I'm making believers kneel and stick their asses up. Let's change it, it's disrespectful to those who'll watch this recording. I've got it... Let's do it again, you two, untie that unlucky nigger and hang him up again, we'll shoot one more time! The last time! I promise!"


The unfortunate nigger was slowly lifted again, and Tommy turned to face the camera, his face full of sanctity and serenity, as he gently began to recite from the Bible:


Chapter 152: White Devil_2