CHUR-CAGO

He stood at the bus-stop in Los Angeles that night staring at the man about 20 feet from him and he squeezed the gun in the black briefcase that he held at his side.  No other people were around.  He wondered whether he could bring the briefcase up and the gun out before the man made a threatening move.

The man took short steps back and  forth, constantly glancing over at him, then suddenly the man came toward him so quickly that the element of surprise gave the man the advantage.  The man's empty hands came up, palms out, as if he were obeying the order of a policeman.  "I come in peace," the man said.

"You had me nervous," the other replied.
"Being alone in the dark with another black had me thinking about blacks killing each other this past weekend in Chicago," the man said.
"Oh, Chur-cago," the other declared.  "It could happen just as easily here in Chur-L.A. or Chur-D.C. or any black community."
"What's this 'Chur?' "
"Churches . . . we've got so many in our black communities, yet we've got all this self-hate and violence and so-called 'black' culture . . ."
"Somebody's lying in some of these black churches . . ."
"And I wonder -- with so many Muslims rioting, burning, killing, and destroying all over the place -- does FREEDOM OF SPEECH allow us to say that somebody's lying in some of these mosques, too? -- Give everybody equal time."