talking to Pete Sampkins last night about a case heâs preparing a motion of dismissal on and it reminded me of you.â
Betty, whoâd taken another tissue from her box for her nose, looked at OâShaughnessy.
âIt appears this African-American kid is being denied a promotion with a Subaru distribution center and heâs saying itâs because of racism. He has no evidence as such. They have no other legal precedence for making the claim, yet because he is black, I mean African-American, itâs discriminatory. He wants a promotion based solely on affirmative action, and thatâs just not right. Call me crazy, but I just donât understand it,â he said with a smile and shake of his Nixonion jowls. âI hate it when people use racism as an excuse for anything and everything that happens. When you cry wolf like that, the next time someone comes with a valid claim, theyâll be ignored. I mean, donât get me wrong, Iâve been around. My father couldnât get work in the union because of our last name. So I understand where youâre coming from with the racism thing there. But you canât always blame it on race.â As he spoke, Betty sat poker-faced. âWhich is why I thought about you. Because you are the perfect example of what is wrong with affirmative action.â
Betty tilted forward in her chair and removed her glasses. âOh really?â
âHell yeah!â he replied with a raised voice. âLook at you! Youâre black, I mean African-American, as well as a woman. Iâve worked with you on a couple of cases and youâre a pretty good lawyer. I donât know what type of upbringing youâve had, but you have had every reason in the world to give up. Every time I see Jesse Jackson or that Fair-a-con, yelling about quotas and affirmative actionâI tell you, I think about you. Because,â he said, and thumped his fist on the edge of her desk, causing Betty to look at the ripples inher tea, âitâs people like you who show black folk that you can pull yourself up by your bootstraps in this country. In America,â he finished, and thumped his fist with every syllable, âthe opportunity is there for anybody if they want it, by golly. But some peopleâand Iâm not just talking about the black people, thereâs some sorry-assed white folks out there tooâwould starve to death with a ham under each arm.â
Betty was insulted, but almost laughed as he made the ludicrous comments and ended with the words âby golly.â
OâShaughnessy added, with a cock of the head and a gap-toothed grin, âYou see, darling, the only thing America owes any of us is an opportunity. This is the land of opportunity. If you work hard in America, you can accomplish anything you want. Iâm living proof of that. I never noticed that plaque over there. Did you just get it?â
âNo. I mean yes,â Betty said. âItâs the Charlotte Rae award given each year by BALSA.â
âI know her. Sheâs from New York, I think. Queens to be exact. She used to play in that sitcom with the cute little colâI mean African-American kid. âDiffârent Strokesâ or something. Did she give them some money or something?â
With a quiet sigh Betty said, âNo. Sheâs the first female African-American attorney in the United States. She was a corporate litigator and had to close her doors because she could not get work, but I want to go back to what you said earlier.â Betty had to decide quickly, Do I rip his heart out and leave him for dead or do I take out a scalpel and delicately remove his organs, one by one? She chose the latter as the waves dissipated in her tea. OâShaughnessy leaned back and crossed his long legs with a condescending smile on his lips.
Betty leaned to the side in her chair, swiveled silently between the ten- and two-oâclock positions, and
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