DESPICABLE POLITICAL LIARS

DETROIT’S EASTERN MARKET CAFE
EMANCIPATION DAY 2002

The Bocca della Verita is found
in the courtyard of Rome’s Santa Maria in
Cosemedin. Tradition has it that its jaws
will snap shut over the hand of those who
have told lies to others.

Charles “Chuck” Whitehead laid down his copy of the Detroit Free Press, while having a morning coffee with his friend Linden “Turk” Chase. He says — Turk, those damn people causing all this
damn trouble in the world are nothing but motherfucking liars.” Linden: “ You got that right!
That’s what they do for a living. That’s all they know how to do. They think nothing of bombing
the hell out of a country, killing thousands of men, women, and children, then turn around on the evening news and try to tell us that this was all done for the good of the people in that country.
Those motherfuckers never quit with that fucking democracy bullshit.” Harry Segal came over to the table. He says: “Easy you guys, talk like that can get you into a whole lot of trouble. You want to know what these bandits are? They are schlepers, motherfucking schlepers.Underneath those four thousand dollar suits they are still schlepers. If my Bobe was still alive she would have a few choice Jewish or Yiddish words for these fucking shmoks that would turn the air in here blue and cause a minor tremor in Washington. She couldn’t stand the sight of Nixon and threw things at the television set when he was on — so imagine what she would do now. She was a shrewd lady — old-timers still say that she could read a balance sheet in the dark. You know these bastards now have the police power to pick you up off the streets of America, question you, jail you and hold you incommunicado for as long as they like. If they want you they got you— that’s the end of that story.”

Purple Prose: the language used at the Eastern market Café is not intended to shock or offend any reader. This language is used by Black America
to describe those people they see operating in the lowest moral levels of humanity. It was born in a Rite of Passage Ritual known as the Dozens
where young Black men are challenged, under neighborhood street lights and local parks, by their peers with a stream of Verbal Abuse in a test
of their anger endurance and control.