A policeman sat in a straight-back chair outside the room. A woman lay on her back in the hospital room he guarded. Her shooting had gone international and so had support for her, especially in the Middle East and Afrika where rag-tag third world, jack-ass countries with anti-American agendas demonstrated in her favor.
Even in that loose-fitting white linen robe she could be a model, the reporter sitting beside her bed thought. She was tall, her body parts symmetrically connected. "Why did you shoot the cop?" he asked.
"I didn't like the way he looked at me. They always bullying us po' innocent 'people of color' . . ."
"How was he looking at you?"
"He wasn't exactly looking at me . . ."
"I don't understand."
"He was looking at my titties . . ."
"Where were they?"
"In my brassiere, minding they own business."
"So how could he see them?"
"I got this soft tan skin and I know the tops of 'em, round and smooth, looking inviting peeping up from my brassiere . . . I like to show 'em like that to give 'em some air. They jiggle like they grinning every time I move my arms . . ."
"And that's why you shot him?"
"I and my nephew was sitting in this restaurant eating a sandwich and he was drinking a soda in a booth and a couple of times he glanced over in our direction and my nephew, big as a football player, suddenly pointed at him and said, 'Come on.' We went over there and my nephew said, 'You ain't got no right to be bullying us 'cause we people of color' and the cop looked surprised like he didn't understand, and that's when my nephew hit him so hard in the jaw, knocked him in the corner of the booth and the cop was snatching his gun out and my nephew fell on him and they was struggling when I heard the shot and my nephew fell back, clutching his chest, and while the cop was staring at him I thought, 'He killed my unarmed nephew for nothing, my harmless nephew,' and while I was tearimg that gun from him it went off and killed him and now they got me here for my nerves, waiting for trial . . ."
"But you're head of that group campaigning against bullying . . ."
"That's why all these same people in schools, on TV shows, preachers, and others against bullying is supporting my case and I know that all them people rioting is wit' me. Even the President --and he wasn't there when it happened -- he done said something 'bout it, so you tell my story and nothing will happen to me."
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