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Like you, I used to think the world was this great place where everybody lived by the same standards I did, then some kid with a nail showed me I was living in his world, a world where chaos rules not order, a world where righteousness is not rewarded. 

That’s Cesar’s world, and if you’re not willing to play by his rules, then you’re gonna have to pay the price.

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The Mission Field

MARY I'm not going to Harvard. I made up my mind on the way back. I'm going to find him. (Marilyn sits, awestruck. She leans back, folds her arms, and tries to hold her anger.) MARILYN Woman, I have made sacrifices for you from the day you were born. Your father- MARY Your husband. MARILYN “Your father and I were agreed on one thing. You would never be without. I don't know where it comes from.” (She shakes her head and gets up. Mary watches and folds her arms, more determined that nothing her mom says will change things. Marilyn reaches into the drawer and pulls out a file. It has a ledger.) MARILYN “I stopped telling myself I would pay him back every dime when you were three.” (Mary takes the ledger. As she leafs through the pages, her mouth widens.) MARY $150,000? MARILYN He sent it last week. I don't know where the money comes from. I don't know how he does it. But your father has been sending money consistently since you were born. He...sent letters. Lots. (Mary looks up, elated, then furious. She leaps up, tears her cap and sash off and throws them down at her mother's feet. Marilyn bristles and then backs off. Mary folds the ledger under her arm and begins to storm out.) MARILYN I still love him. I can still see his eyes. He looked into my mind, Mary. He knew what I was thinking. You don't know what it's like to be loved by a man like that. I couldn't open them. I couldn't have you walking around here reading them when I knew he was not coming back for our sakes.

The Suicide 7

(Jojo drives up) JOJO A fight, and you didn't invite me? What's up with that? (Jojo pulls Ron to the side) JOJO Hey, Frosty, I got to talk to you. RON What's up, J? JOJO One of your girls ain't clean, man. RON My girls? What are you talking about? JOJO Kappa Sweetheart. Burned me, man. I'm just letting you know cause I know how y'all are. (Jojo heads back to car) RON Who? (Jojo motions to PATRICE, sitting beside Art on sidewalk bench. Art doesn't know what's going on) RON OK, J. Thanks.

Cheryl's Song

I loved seeing pledges. Donna and I were in front of the Student Union when Fred had them march in their new gear. Instead of jeans, sweatshirt, Army jacket, and combat boots, they were dressed in black slacks, white shirts, red ties, and dress shoes. Dressing up was normally reserved for the Probate Show at the end of the pledge program. This was very different. “I’m going to see if I can get one of them to smile.” Donna had a knack for devilment. Of course, I knew that no pledge would smile in public, but I also knew that look in her eyes. “Girl, leave them alone. Looks like they had a rough night last night.” “Watch this.” She went over and stood on the wall in front of the Union steps. The Student Union was the gathering place for blacks on campus. Of the 33,000 students at the university, about 10% were black. Of the 60 or so fraternity and sorority houses on campus, none were black or had ever been in the 125-year history of the university. The Student Union or the dorms were it as far as blacks hanging out. “Oh God, she’s doing her little-girl act,” I thought to myself. Donna had on her little, cutesy smile, and her hands locked together, waving them back and forth in front of her waist. Her head was on her shoulder as if it was her favorite pillow. “Car-r-los.” The brothers were pledging a Puerto Rican and a white guy. Carlos was fin-n-ne. Puerto Rican men have that great mix of being masculine and gorgeous at the same time. I just hoped the brothers didn’t mess up that pretty face. As far as everyone knew, no Black Greek Organization on our campus had ever pledged a Hispanic.