CHAPTER X

13:40

Get Right looked around, fitted cap brim blocking out the worst of the sun beaming on him. He glanced at the shooters, then the numerous probable witnesses... and sauntered off. The beat cops had their hands on their service weapons since Get Right had turned back around to confront the younger Crip nigga. As he got into the Tahoe, Get Right motioned to the shooters to get back into the 4 Runner. Imani was visibly fuming with understandable outrage in one of the back captain seats as Get Right got into the driver's side. Katrina was riding shotgun but her attention was more behind on Imani's wellbeing. How he had gotten these two to peaceably agree to both be his girl was above and beyond explanation. All he knew was that he had to protect and provide for them, and he would do just that to the best of his ability. As soon as Reg saw Get Right getting into the Tahoe he turned back around and was on his way to the Benz. Get Right slowed down and waited for Reggie to "bust a youie" (do a U-Turn) behind him. The 4 Runner also pulled off, trailing Reggie.

They drove all the way back up to MLK, Jr. Blvd. and turned left to park in front of White Castle. They all disembarked from their respective vehicles and went into the fast food restaurant. Get Right told the girls to order anything for all of them. They sat at some tables at the corner, near the windows, all four shooters, Reggie and Get Right.

"We not gonna do nothin' to that nigga, Reg," said Get Right, addressing the topic with no preamble. "That nigga pop's police. We gotta let this one ride." The sun rays flooding in through the window refracted off the good quality diamonds in Reggie's chain and medallion. But Get Right's chain was thick and heavy platinum with diamonds the likes of whose clarity and quality made them simply superior grade gems. Even the booger in Get Right's ear was clear as water and heavy. The shooters also had on their array of shines, but nothing like Reggie's, and Reggie's was only something like Get Right's.

"Hm. Well, if that's ya final call...?"

"Yeah, we don't need that kinda smoke right now, homie. We gotta focus on the bigger picture." Reggie scrutinized Get Right, this time looking directly into his eyes, shit that would ordinarily get a nigga punched in his mouth.

"What's up with Chulo, though? What's the word about him?" Reggie asked.

"Can't nobody find the nigga. He could be anywhere, maybe even DR," Get Right replied, now being the one to look Reggie in his eyes, searching for whether or not Reggie's questions were meaningful or meaningless. Just then, a familiar figure tapped on the large glass window. It was Bucky, the youngest of the Strongmen, bejeweled neck, wrist and ear reflecting and refracting light like a mirror. He was with a few of his boys, as usual, all dressed in the classic Harlem white tee, jeans and most of them had on the all white "Uptowns," sneakers known by that name worldwide because damn near the whole Harlem had popularized them, wore them with pizzazz. Everyone in New York knew that Harlem was the most fashionable neighborhood - which Harlem was uptown - til now, the location of a neighborhood was the nickname of a worldwide bestselling sneaker. This only made Nike richer, but what had Nike down for Harlem, for uptown?

Jack shit.

Nike (and other huge fashion companies) reaped gargantuan returns from its various forms and expressions of cultural appropriation, pandering to endemic social characterization of whichever culture it happened to be appropriating (or mis- appropriating). But the track record of those huge companies as concerned giving back to the (predominantly Black) communities that made them wealthy was abysmal and laughable.

Bucky came into White Castle and his crew gave hand daps all around - they all knew each other and the shooters had been encouraged to do so by the bosses and Strongmen of The Forum.

"What up, big homie?" asked Bucky, giving Get Right dap and a hug. He sat down near him, facing Reggie.

"I'm chillin'," Get Right answered. "How's the family, though? I heard Ma was in the hospital?" Get Right knew Bucky's family pretty well, had even briefly dated his elder sister, but that was before these days of The Forum. It was even because of Get Right that Bucky was a Captain of The Forum.

"Yeah, yo. And they pushing this 'Rona vaccine kinda hard, too."

"You gon' let them give it to her?" The majority of Black people worldwide were not taking the Coronavirus vaccine. Erstwhile experience had taught Black folks that many governments were much of the time pieces of shit that practiced genocide on their own (and other) people. From Kim Jong Un, to Stalin, to Hitler, to Leopold II, to Pol Pot, to Xi Jinping, Genghis Khan, Mao Tse-tung, Nero, etc., ad infinitum, many world governments would go and have gone to abominable lengths to propagate their secret agenda, which appears to be all about depopulation and permanently changing the DNA of real humans with the MRNA twisting vaccine. Why was there even a United Nations document called "Agenda 21"? What were the Georgia Guidestones all about and who put them there with a counsel thereon to keep humanity at five hundred million people? There were now over seven billion people on Earth - how could you drastically reduce that number? Well, by spraying people with toxic chemicals and exposing them to radiation so that all kinds of illnesses, especially cancer, would erupt. Or purposely release a deadly pathogen into the air, or putting up 5g towers to irradiate people with ridiculous amounts of radiation, getting tons of people sick, to then frighten the masses into cooperation with your solution to the problem: give them vaccines (which were likely just more of said poison) and wait two to three years for the results of the "clinical trials" you were doing on the people to return. Classic Hegelian Dialectic.

The United Nations was now a toothless bulldog that stood by and allowed its founding members from when it was the League of Nations to continue practicing neocolonialism. For example, France was still the de jure colonial master of eight West African countries which paid France an annuity in totality, the equivalent of, five hundred million dollars per year. The kickback to the relative few African governments, as well as the avariciousness of the same said autocratic African regimes ensured that most African blacks stayed in poverty while their cunning leaders maintained the status quo. Therefore, if France, the puppeteer, wished for vaccines to be distributed in certain African countries, they would be distributed!

The International Monetary Fund (IMF) and the World Bank were in on it as well: either cabal would give loans to certain underdeveloped countries, tying them in knots to pay back the loans; the governments of said countries then became slaves to their debtors, who would force said governments to institute whatever agenda the financial cabals wished to propound.

Black people worldwide were watching and many were waking, had woken; they saw and they knew what was going on - from chemtrails to vaccines to the bullying by and acceptance of the "alphabet people," as Dave Chappelle appropriately termed them. Those who knew, knew. Governments were becoming increasingly wily. No government would risk revolt to make vaccines mandatory - it went against the Nuremberg Code. But certain employers were now mandating their employees to get the jab or lose their jobs, especially, most alarmingly, nurses. Was the government dull enough to fire people they had lauded in ridiculous dancing videos last year whom they still needed on the front lines of this "plandemic"?

Certain airlines were even on the verge of mandating issuance of proof of vaccine passports. It was so coincidental how the word "COVID" was the acronym for "Certificate of Vaccine I. D." Now, if forcing a person to get a vaccine (by physical force, threats or coercion) is illegal (and it is), by threatening people with the loss of their jobs unless they received a vaccine that was not mandatory (and it could never be mandatory or the people would revolt), employers were participating in illegality and were subject to criminal and civil prosecution.

Obesity and pneumonia each separately killed more people in the US annually than Coronavirus, which had a survivability rate of 99.9 percent. So why the fear mongering about such a weak virus?

With the advent of Coronavirus, cases of the flu and pneumonia dropped astronomically - 90+ percent of flu or pneumonia cases were now deceitfully categorized as Coronavirus cases. Yet Black people were supposed to blindly "trust the government" - Black people saw that idea as madness. The real question to be asked was: what was up with Ghislaine Maxwell's and Prince Andrew's child molestation cases? Oh, and Epstein certainly didn't kill himself.

"Hell no, I ain't letting them jab Moms," Bucky testily responded.

"Cool," said Get Right. Many Black people - shit, many White people too - would rather take their chances with a disease that killed less people a year than the flu rather than take an experimental vaccine wherein you were the test subject, or test dummy!

"So, uh, any news about the big homie Chulo?" Bucky asked. Reggie looked out the window but his body language spoke volumes, as if to say, "See, niggas wanna know where and how Chulo is... cuz his spot open!" It was then that Imani and Katrina came to the table carrying trays loaded down with food and drinks, mounds of paper napkins and a pile of condiments. One pack of ketchup and/or mustard per burger and piles of fries were outlaid on laminated paper wrappers. Everyone chose what they wanted to eat, poking inside containers for personal preferences. Some niggas had allergies! Get Right finished off a few burgers before responding to Bucky's question.

"He good but y'all know he in hiding." Katrina was feeding off Imani's simmering anger and Get Right just knew he would hear an earful as soon as they got back. "Anyway, y'all gonna see him from time to time." Reggie frowned.

Yeah, nigga - chew on that for a minute, thought Get Right, munching on fries to keep from smiling.

"Well, from what he told me last time we spoke anyway," said Get Right. He took a deep drink of some kind of lemonade Katrina passed to him when she noticed him looking around for a drink, correctly surmising the issue. "Anyway, I'ma see y'all niggas later. As always, I gotta go handle something. Remember: nobody touch that nigga." He hoped the cameras in White Castle had gotten his good side as he got up and gave fist bumps all around (no open hand dap this time, niggas were eating and hands and fingers were greasy). The girls touched no one but simply waved as they walked out, with the eye prints of almost a dozen niggas on their asses. No one would openly disrespect Get Right or any of the Captains but somebody was heard whispering: "Sweet baby Jesus."