The elderly black man laying in bed watched the television, a rare intensity burning in the rheumy blue-brown of his eyes. Over and over again throughout the day, on every station, he'd heard the same words repeated. On August 28th and 29th, video from a...
"Grease is the word, grease is the word, is the word that you heard; It's got groove it's got meaning. Grease is the time, is the place is the motion; Grease is the way we are feeling..." Benny Harlow's Crisco covered fist slammed up and down the length of his meaty...
It had taken only six days for the supplies he asked for to arrive. He was lead into an empty gray room as stark as the words he would be writing. One table. One chair. His shackles scrapped against the concrete flooring, the only sound in the room besides the rasping...