How To Be The Broom

He stood out like a piece of shit on a large pizza; brown on a sea of white and reeking. Ah, high school as the only black dude at the prestigious Baird School.  He took a lot of shit and I mean a lot. Jabs on every walk across the quad and more than a few physical “exchanges” where the exchanges occurred on his ribs mostly. It toughened him up and he needed toughened up; no one going to Baird didn’t need toughened up. He was one of the lucky ones who would, the majority would tough it out summering on Cape Cod and the Azores. Not this guy.

Crime would pay and it would pay well for him. Not Azore summering well but well enough to support his revenge and his revenge had become quite the habit. One by one he was picking them off and making them pay and the bills added up. It ain’t cheap arranging for a former classmate to get caught with a hooker right before his son’s bris. Nor is it cheap to have a condo burn down. His crime was paying and his hard earned Baird credentials helped him get his foot into the crime door…as he planned all along.

His father schooled him on whitey and the racism inherent in the system and who needed to be the broom of the system, and how to be the broom. From the inside out. Become one to kill one. You can’t inherit the privilege but you can steal it, just like they did. There are no secrets in real estate and there are no secrets in privilege. Once you’re in. Baird got him in, in more ways than one.

Sure, he was taking down privileged honkeys on a monthly basis but his Baird time created another monster:  White women. Plentiful, willing, white women.  And the monster needed feeding. He was having trouble feeding both his revenge and his white women.