" Fallen Humanity / The Awakening " ( chapter 4 excerpt only )

" Why is extrem poverty concentrated in inner-city, predominantly black neighborhoods ? Why, more than a quarter of a century after the passage of antidiscrimination legislation, are 2.5 million African-Americans still trapped in poverty ?...A second factor in the rise of ghetto poverty, according to Wilson, was the migration of higher-income African-Americans out of the innercities.... In the past, the presence of higher-income families provided a social isolation of the most disadvantaged segments of the African-American community. Local institutions cut back services or closed their doors.......
" Sociology / Sixth Edition "
( study and text by : Craig Calhon / Donald Light / Suzanne Keller )





" Well, well, well, ain't this a surprise...come on in cousin... what can I do you for ", said Whitey with a smile fastening his leather belt.
Drew glanced once more at the stairs were Beverly had disappeared and as he shook his head entered Whiteys apartment. He thought that he could smell the sex in the air. Whether it was really there or just his imagination he knew not. It wsa a pungent, sweaty smell. It half aroused and half sickened him.
" Do you know you're betraying your entire race by fornicating with that European slut. It's bad enough that you degrade our sisters by manipulating them into selling their bodies for money, but now you have to deepen the wound by having sex with your oppressors women."
Whitey had went to fix him a drink and was now coming from behind the bar. With drink in hand and pinky finger pointed out, Whitey eased down into his leather recliner. Taking a small sip Whitey looked up at Drew amusingly,
" I'm sorry cousin but, I'm not betraying anybody... Those ladies need money and I...well,...I simply make the connections for them to get it..., with a small finders fee , of course...Tell the truth cousin, is what we both do so different...
I mean, the way I see it, we're both in the entertainment business. The only difference is that I deal with physical pleasure and you deal with mental pleasure.
We're both giving the sheep a means to escape the slaughter that is destined to come..it's just different methods...diferent technics "
Drew couldn't believe what he was hearing. He sat forward on the edge of the couch and shook his head. Stopping and then starting twice before he spoke Drew attempted to remain calm,
" You're a damn DEVIL, you know that... You're so corrupted that you're destroying lives simply because you can. Can't you see thtat you'er a little fish in a ocean of sharks..These Europeans got everything on lock, including your money and your mind. So what do you think is going to happen when they get tired of you
playing the role of destroyer for them...huh, what happens then,..tell me Whitey,
what happens then......."
Throwing his dink to the floor, Whitey slammed his fist down on the table,
" Nigga... I ain't trying to hear that shit you saying... I ain't living in no fantasy world around here and I ain't hiding behind no goddamn religon either...
You know me and my crackhead mama...everything I've ever had, I had to take damnit, so don't be coming in here with that holier than me shit muthafucker cause I'll...
I'll... "
Whitey stopped abruptly in mid-scream and begin to smile.
" Why am I so upset ", Whitey said to himself.
" Why does it matter what this nigga thinks about me. Here he is sitting here wearing a pair of faded out jeans and a Wal-mart shirt...Stupid fool, done did all that reading and still don't get the biggest joke of all...poor, poor Drew "
Whitey began to laugh out loud.......