"The Spir came to town and immediately started to
make friends with The Jews and The Muslims. Within six months
they had a
coalition going and for the first time was making real headway against
those in the city that didn't care for religious tolerance, for people
getting along. They decided to have a big convention, hired my
banquet facilities. I had a cook...a great cook, but he had a
sense of humor. Nothing serious, he just liked to play pranks.
Well, anyway, we got out the hamburger to make the
pepper steaks, the meatballs, and, the spaghetti sauce. And he
started laughing saying "Let's have some fun. The Jew boys and
The Muslims don't eat pork. Let's spice up their burger a little
bit!" So he took several pounds of pork chops, cut the meat off
them, ground them up and mixed them in the hamburger. It was
nothing serious, just a little joke.
We had a Spir kid working in the kitchen. He
got wind of what was going on, came up to me and tried to convince me I
couldn't allow this. It was a serious violation of these people's
beliefs. Even his people rarely ate pork. I told him to
shut up, it wasn't his concern, it was just a prank, not to worry about
it.
Well, the cook went even further. He strained
some bacon fat and mixed it in all the salad dressings. Well, the
people started coming in for the banquet and the next thing I knew the
darned kid had gone out in the diningroom and told the people
organizing the banquet what was going on. The damned little rat
snitched on us! The Spiritist guy, a n----- married white, came
back into the kitchen enraged. I told him the kid was nuts,
nothing like that had happened, but the pork bones were still in the
trash can by the grinder, and the grinder hadn't been cleaned yet.
This piece of trash got up in my face and started
screaming at me, saying I was a piece of garbage to pull a stunt like
this. I finally got mad and told him off. It was just a damned
prank, I screamed, nothing serious. It isn't going to hurt the
people if they eat a little pork. That's religious trash! I told
him to just keep quiet about it, and they'd never know the difference,
that a man like him didn't come in my kitchen and scream at me.
I pointed to the kid and told him to get out, he was
fired. He could come back for his paycheck Friday. But he'd caused a
big fuss over nothing and I didn't want someone like him in my
kitchen. The Spiritist guy covered the food table, wrote on it
with a marker 'PORK! DO NOT TOUCH!," had their meeting but
made everybody aware of what had happened. It hit the t.v., and,
the radio, the newspapers. It was all over town! In a week
I had no business. Even some of the racists in the neighborhood
wouldn't eat in my place!
The damned kid came back for his check on
Friday. I gave it to him and told him to get out. I had no
use for a little snitch. The kid said sorry, he just couldn't
permit evil like that. He was walking through the kitchen when
the cook grabbed him and threw him on the table. "I'll show you
evil, you friggin' little rat!" the cook screamed. "I'll
show you what happens to snitches!"
Before I could get there he'd stabbed the kid six or
seven times with a butcher knife! "You damned fool!" I
screamed.
"There's no problem!" the cook told me.
"We bag him up in the trash bag, put other trash in it and break up the
sillouhette, and pack it in the dumpster. Only you and I were
here, nobody else will know. If you don't cover me I'll tell everyone
you told me to do it. The trash goes to the incinerator.
They'll never even find the body!"
I didn't want any more trouble so I helped
him. The police came and asked questions, but we swore the kid
had come, got his check, and left. That's when it really started
getting weird. The banquet room crew started first. I
couldn't keep them. They kept saying they saw the kind in the
banquet room. What few customers I still had started claiming
they'd see someone standing by the buffet shaking his head and then
vanishing.
Then, one afternoon I was at my desk. I heard
something, looked up, and there was the kid standing there, just as
plain, as could be, just looking at me sadly. I blinked and he
was gone. Then the cook started seeing him! Within a week
he was totally freaked. Finally, the police came back. The
cook had gone to them, confessed, and they charged me with
accessory. Twenty years, all over some frigging ground pork in
some hamburger. Stupidity, damned stupidity! The cook never
went to trial, had a heart attack in his cell screaming the kid was in
there and had come for him! One of the guards swore he saw the
guy being led by a kid down the corridor, and they simply walked
through a wall!
Yeah, I guess like most of us I've got a score to
settle with The Spir....a lifetime of dreams chucked down the drain
'cause they couldn't understand a little prank. I felt bad about
the kid, but it was his fault. It was just a prank, it was just a
damned prank."
Everybody sitting around the fire nodded. Lt.
Morgan kicked the man's feet beside him. "Hey, Harry," he
insisted, "tell 'em about your brother, your brother-in-law, and their
wives. Now there's a REAL good one!"
The lieutenant looked around. "Well, I
suppose!" he agreed. "My brother was a town manager, his
brother-in-law was married to our sister and was a chief of
police. Them and the county sheriff had a real good business
going, supplying products the government didn't approve of. They
were doing real sweet, not botherin' anybody. Then The Spir came
along, the all honest, the all holy, the all righteous Spir.
Well, they exposed my brother's whole operation, set
him up, videotaped everything! Had them dead to rights. But
they had the judge in their pocket. He liked little boys,
and the sheriff let him do his thing as long as he didn't hurt
them. He threw out all the evidence, said it was illegally
obtained and a couple of weeks later the sheriff and two of his
deputies visited one of the Spiritist families and made sure they
wouldn't be doing any testifying.