Note: On the surface, this story might seem far fetched and unrealistic, for most of the naive readers out there (see no evil, hear no evil, ha ha ha) but its probably my best researched story on Lit.
Intro: Pimp the burbs to keep the Hood from starving
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Joshua was born as the last of Samuel Charles' four children. Samuel, his dad was a tough, disciplined, responsible black man who had his humble beginnings in the hood. After a stint as a second league football player, Samuel had prospered to own a chain of discounters which spanned the whole east coast, with over 3 000 employees and an annual turnover of 35 million dollars. He lived in a townhouse in the better part of Queens bridge
Samuel made sure all his children received a good education. His daughter's got decent jobs and married good men with whom they lived happily, raising their healthy children.
However, his last born son, Joshua, proved to be a problem for Samuel. Josh was a healthy, fit young man. He was gifted boy, academic and sports wise. He was handsome with a very pleasant, charismatic personality and most people liked him instantly.
Samuel wanted his son to rise to the top of the corporate world, rubbing shoulders with rich, powerful men, jet setting around the globe, first class, with many people of all races working under him, saying, "Yes sir Mr Joshua Charles, sir."
However, from the moment Josh started thinking for himself, Samuel did not like the directions his son's thoughts were taking. There was something subversive about him. He read these books, that criticized the society. He listened to Reggae Music, and his favorite rappers were NWA. Once, Samuel curiously rummaged amongst his son's things and found a book containing poems and rhymes his son had penned, and he was incensed. It was communist, ideological, unrealistic filth in his eyes. Samuel destroyed Josh's music and burnt his books and banned him from writing stupid trash.
Josh enrolled in an all black college, sponsored by the United Negro College fund, a major program in business and a minor in English Literature. At college, he met blacks from all over the country, Africa and the diaspora. He joined several political discussion groups. The main subject discussed was the lot of black people in the white man's world. Everything was dealt with, from slavery and colonialism to the present day, the marginalization, the biased, racist mass media, the drugs, violence and police brutality, the destroyed communities... Josh decided that Sam wasn't his Uncle. He also started understanding his latent fear and dislike for white people. He decided to have nothing to do with them.
Once, he tried to reason and discuss the whole black issue with his dad. Samuel simply replied,
"The hell you want? To be President? You think they gonna let your black ass occupy the white house? Forget them damn crackers! Make your money and shut up. Smart ass Niggaz that talk too much get killed. Look at Malcolm, King, or even that Tupac. Shut up and get rich."
Josh also started having beef with his cousin, Marx, who was of his age. Marx was dating a white girl. Josh had met her, she seemed alright, but she was white! Josh took Marx to the side and told him that that shit was out; "Man, its a sign of your inferiority complex. You should cut it out. Its like Barby fucking Bob Marley! Forget the white pussy and find a sister!"
"Man, I love who I love and I fuck who the fuck I find attractive. Any pussy I want, I rip!" Marx responded testily.
"Damn Nigga. What you want with them white chicks. They got no frills, no thrills Ms Six O'clock, straight up, straight down, with an iron board backside!"
"You stupid fool! You don't know what the fuck you talking about?" Marx threw his head back and laughed.
"Then how come your slinking and hiding in the shadows in the disco, when you see black women who know you? Its coz you ashamed of your ugly white girl."
"Ha ha ha!" Marx laughed. "Pam aint ugly, and you know it fool. Stop looking at her color and see her as a person."
Josh shook his head, he was so disappointed with his cousin. He thought he should kidnap him, beat his ass and force him to eat sweet, chocolate black pussy until he came back to his senses and dumped the white girl. Back in college, black guys who dated white girls were simply out. You would get laughed at and black women would spit on you for that shit. And Josh felt that was right.
Back in college, the students exchanged ideas on how they could redress the disadvantaged position of blacks in the US States and the whole world. Some, the real radical ones advocated mass eradication of all whites. Others suggested that all blacks should ostracize themselves from whites and strike out in their own direction, restricting their contact with white people to business only, if they had to. Without the black artists, actors, comedians and athletes, white culture would just be so boring, shallow and comma inducing, like Vanilla Ice, and probably just pale off and die.
Josh and some fellow students advocated affirmative action. However, it wasn't the brand that Clinton had in mind. Young brothers and sisters were talking about forcefully dispossessing whites; falling upon rich and middle class whites like a tonne of hot, sharp bricks and taking away their cash and fancy things, and giving it to the blacks. Josh had no idea how to carry out his ambitious wish, for the white man had the Army, the Police, Hollywood Hulk Hogan, and a whole bunch of shit kickers on payroll, plus the Media, to keep blacks in their place, broke, locked up or dead.
However, Josh decided that it would be his first priority to rob the rich burbs to keep the black hungry Hood from starving. It was his wish, burning desire and most serious mission.
However he should have known one thing, "You have to be careful what you wish for.
Chapter 1: The Black Hand
"I really respect you professor, but I am finding it hard not to laugh," Joshua said to his fat, bald headed, dark, sixty six year old business professor, as they sat in his office. Josh had just graduated par excellence, and would be leaving campus soon.
The conversation over a beer in the prof's living room had started off normally, with the prof saying,
"Josh, you know the academic staff here is very proud of you, but they will be relieved to see you go. Ain't no other student in history ever ran through so many students and teachers in two years as you did."
"It ain't my fault if they all throw themselves at my feet, just because I got a dick like a horse, branded BBC!" Josh said and the two of them guffawed.
"But seriously, Josh, I know you are very disappointed with what happened between you and Moira. But, you gotta go on with life. You knew she was your senior and would finish before you. She would have been stupid not to take that job in LA. And she is married to a good brother, as you yourself say."
"I am not bitter. Its just that Moira and I had a perfect love. We clicked mentally, physically and spiritually. When I was with her, I knew I was where I belonged. Its something I haven't found with any other girl ever since. Its not that I just wanna fuck them. I mean, I do, of course. However, they might be hot, intelligent, cool, whatever, but they ain't Moira."
"There is a time to love and a time to leave, a time to mourn and a time to dance. You have been mourning Josh. Now its time to let go. Open yourself up, or that special woman will pass you by. Don't talk, just think it over."
Professor Michaels was like a second dad for him. He was his star pupil and the professor was like his chief advisor. Josh had shared many a beer and many a dirty conversation with the prof. He liked the old guy, for he was an intelligent, very experienced man who had been there and done that. He had a wide reservoir of knowledge and experiences and a crazy sense of humor. Josh found it very stimulating and exciting to chat with him. His biggest regret at leaving campus was that he would not be able to have his regular chats with the old guy.
However, his beloved prof had suddenly changed into a very serious tone of voice and started telling him that he was a member of some secret group called The Black Hand, whose aim was to achieve true affirmative action and black empowerment. And they wanted to liberate some small southern town named Jericho, that sounded like some relic from the days before Abe Lincoln freed the slaves and they put his face on the five. Josh was like, "Yeah right! SHIT!!!!"
"Well, this look like a joke to you?" the professor asked, as he opened a briefcase and turned it to Josh. His eyes opened wide as he saw the neat stacks of large denomination bills. There had to be at least one million dollars in there.
Professor Michaels fixed his gaze on young Josh, the twenty two year old graduate. He had short, crinkly, black hair, and a handsome, dark face with thick African features. The prof knew that his dad was Afro American, and his mom a Zulu.
He was of medium height, with a muscular torso that looked like it had been carved from granite, which he maintained with regular sport and exercise. He exuded wild virility, like a strong, zealous, young bull.
Joshua had striking, intense, intelligent brown eyes. He had a strong, confident, charismatic, positive aura that made him stand out amongst men. The prof was sure Joshua would go on to achieve greatness in life. Certainly, most of the females on campus found him very attractive.
"I know because of your excellent grades, many companies are after you. However, none of them will give you one mill upfront," the professor said.
"What do I have to do for it?"
"Joshua, you will go down to Jericho and break down the walls."
"What's up with this Jericho?"
"Jericho is a small little town, established 'bout fifty years ago, by reactionary, rich whites who were not pleased with the likes of King, X, The Panthers, JFK, white liberals and democrats whooping all that equal rights stuff and gaining the public ear and enforcing anti-discriminatory legislation. They decided to set up a safe haven for rich white male supremacy. The town is run by this man here, Mayor Richards," Josh was shown a photo of a big, tall, fat white man in his early fifties, who was dressed in cowboy garb. He looked comical, like a fatter, bloated version of Ted Danson in "Made in America".
"That clown is the mayor?"
"On the surface, Mayor Richards is just another small rural town Mayor, yunno, your beef-burger munching, beer and whiskey guzzling, country music loving, square dancing, simple but somehow adorable, good ole country boy. But he is actually a sharp witted, cold, calculating mastermind. His dad was the architect of Jericho and he is now the Kaiser. He is a staunch believer in white supremacy and has money, power and connections. Don't underestimate him."
