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EXCERPT OF COLOR OF THE PRISM

Julian wasn't always happy, but he was street smart and knew how to cope - somehow to get along.   He did not always have enough to eat, but things weren't all that bad. Whenever he started to feel sorry for himself, he could always find someone much weaker -someone afraid of his own shadow; someone afraid to take a purse or afraid of the policia. He looked with disgust at them and was glad he had what he had. He would never be weak, and would get whatever it was that he wanted.  Long before it became a company logo, it was his way of life -no fear!  He learned to sleep under the bridges or in empty buildings. He learned how to steal scrap lumber or sheet metal and cardboard to build a shanty.  He would survive. If somebody stole his shanty or tore it down, he would build a better one.  No one could stop him.
"Things could be a lot worse," he would say to himself.  Julian learned not only t survive, but to prosper.   He learned first from the older boys, then young men, and later from businessmen. There were times that people could not turn to the police or courts for vengeance for what they deemed had been a wrongdoing against them, so they went to an alternative source. They went to the streets to find that one person who could give them their justice....always for a price; nevertheless, justice would be theirs.
A daughter impregnated by a scoundrel bastard; beat to a pulp so that no woman would ever again want to look at him. A partner in an unsavory business deal won't pay his debts....burn everything he owns-his house, his business, his car, destroy everything. Teach the dirty bastard a lesson.
Even a priest. He wouldn't perform a marriage for a divorced man, so burn the motherfucker out; burn the church to the ground and let the prick priest see what it is like to be without his bride. Now the son-o-a-bitch will know what is it like to find somebody who has power over him. Let his phony god come and rebuild his church. Teach that damn priest what it's like to have power over people.

Thomas J. Nichols, "Color of the Prism", Prologue pages xvi-xvii, Bloomington, IN: 1st Books Library, 2000

 

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