Sublime

“We don’t know that for sure. What we do know is that the media is now covering this Roy Cooper like he’s our own, homegrown George Zimmerman. Like he got mugged once, so now he’s out there on some kind of vendetta.”

In December of 1982, the Cuban-born Luis Alvarez, a Miami police officer, shot and killed Neville Johnson Jr., a young Black Caribbean American man, in an Overtown arcade as Johnson was playing a video game. The following conflagration left eighteen dead and shut down more than two hundred businesses. There was no conviction.

“He’s supposed to be resting!” Garrett said in outrage. “He’s still at risk for secondary hemorrhage.” “I was actually more concerned about what he wants with the gun room.”

‘You can rule me out,’ I said. ‘I’m not involved. Not involved,’ I repeated. It had been an article of my creed. The human condition being what it was, let them fight, let them love, let them murder, I would not be involved. My fellow journalists called themselves correspondents; I preferred the title of reporter. I wrote what I saw. I took no acti

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If you can’t, look into the Rhodesian “shoot the cover” method (see Chapter 2).