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“Hi Christine. You look nice today.” Uncle Sam said, while smiling. “Listen. I want to get right to the point of why I asked you here today. Your family needs you, Christine. There‘s some property in Brooklyn that’s under the watch of some rather unfriendly Negro’s. Some of my nephews who are developers want that property, Christine. No, they need that property, damn it!” Uncle Sam stated, emphatically.
“So what does that have to do with me, Uncle? Your nephews from, Trump to Ratner, is buying up land and developing it across the whole tri-state area without any real opposition from Negro leadership. We know that the Negro isn‘t concern with owning anything, they just want your nephews to give them a few jobs when the construction starts and affordable rents when the job is over.” Christine said, as a matter of fact.
Uncle Sam stood for a second and looked at her. She was right in a way. Ratner had already paid off Negro leaders like Al Sharpton and Herbert Daughtry. Sharpton and his mistress was even paying thousands of dollars a month in rent to Donald Trump in order to have their affairs in one of his luxury apartments. But Uncle Sam wanted insurance. There weren’t enough racial issues to keep Negro leaders busy and they may wake up and want a piece of the action. If the Negro started to own buildings and businesses in his own neighborhood then that would be the ultimate act of self determination and liberation. And if that was to happen then the Negro would no longer have to depend on Uncle Sam and his corporate nephews for jobs and housing.
Uncle Sam stood tall, looked down at Christine and asked, “What was the last thing that happened to keep the Negro leader busy marching and whining?”
It didn’t take Christine long to answer, “The Sean Bell shooting!” Ms. Quinn bellowed.
“Yeah, but you know the Negro leader has attention deficit disorder. We need something else to keep them riled up. That way, while they’re marching their people out of their communities and up to city hall, my nephews can begin to march into their communities to start buying and building up all those millions of dollars worth of real estate that the Negro is just sitting around and watching it rot.” Uncle, leaned back a little and stroked his beard before continuing. “Now I’ve heard that the city council has a list of street namings coming up. And what I want you to do, since you are the city council speaker, is put a little fly in the Negro’s ointment by denying one of their request.”
Christine looked at her Uncle peculiarly and said, “But which one?”
“Sonny Carson.” Uncle Sam replied. “He was a personal friend of theirs and therefore, knowing the ways of the Negro as I do, they will forget about the lack of jobs in their community and throw temper tantrums until their dead friends name is on a street sign. You see Christine, Negro’s think that the community is theirs because they live there and have their leaders names on parks, post offices and street signs. Not because they actually own the millions of dollars worth of buildings and businesses within the community.”
“Whoa, Uncle. That’s Charles Barron’s community. He’s going to lose his damn mind over this. You picked a good one to mess with.” Christine Quinn, chimed in.
“His community is one of the poorest in the city and yet his main concern is police brutality and being the moral mammy of my nephews. We need to play off of that mentality and use it to our advantage. ” Uncle Sam retorted.
“We can easily mess with Barron’s head and distract him. His racial emotions outweigh his economic intellect, the poor people suffering in his community is proof of that. You have always been able to out think Negro leaders, Uncle. Is there anything else you’d like me to do Uncle?”
Uncle Sam smiled and added, “Yes. We should throw in a little something extra to help the Negro leaders sustain their indignation. What I want you to do is add the name of Al Jolson to the mix since the Negro leader prefers to be the moral mammy of our race rather than his own. And if you do this successfully Christine, then it will show that you have the tits for higher office. Now go and make me proud.”
“Thank you, Uncle. I will.“ Christine Quinn looked at her Uncle admirably and walked toward the door but before exiting she turned and asked, “Uncle. Who is Al Jolson?”
“Google him!” Uncle Sam replied, seemingly annoyed.
