"What's the matter, Miss Nu?" The President asked.
"Mr. President," the girl blurted, "my people are being attacked all over the country, good Americans. Their businesses are being burned and looted. They are being beaten. Several have been killed. It's horrible, Mr. President! In many places the local authorities are doing llittle, ignoring my people's calls for help. I'm sure places the authorities are gathering my people up, holding them in temporary detention centers, they say, for their own protection."
"Damn!" The President screamed. "Richardson!"
A Secret Service Man burst in the door. "Yes, Mr. President?"
"Get ahold of The Attorney General. Tell him he is to get in touch with all state governors. The attacks on Korean Americans are to stop IMMEDIATELY! Their property is to be protected. Those who have already damaged any of their property are to be arrested and prosecuted to the full extent of the law. We'll give them the opportunity to take care of the situation first. If they don't WE'LL come and take care of it, and charge THEM with derlection of duty in the time of war. I'll have no damned persecution of loyal Americans because they're of a certain ethnic group. Tell them to get the FBI and The US Marshalls on it IMMEDIATELY!"
"Yes, Mr. President! Immediately, sir!"
The Agent hurried out. "That should take care of that!" The President snapped, "And I'll find out WHY it wasn't being taken care of earlier. Anything else, Miss Nu?"
The young woman smiled. "Only that I'd appreciate it very much, sir, if you call me Sing. Having you call me Miss Nu makes me feel like a little girl."
"Well, we definitely don't want you to feel insulted!" The President answered. "Sing it is."
The President grimaced. The young lady pretended not to notice. "Anything else?" The President asked. The young woman looked embarrassed then blurted out, "I've been talking to your wife. She says it's all right. When things have quieted down a bit I would really be honored...I mean, if you wouldn't be offended, sir."
The President looked surprised. "I don't know why you'd ever think I'd be offended," The President answered. "We'll see, I can't promise anything. I'm getting enough criticism about that as it is."
The young woman muttered something under her breath and The President snapped "That will be quite enough, young lady!" "Er, yes sir! Sorry sir!" the young woman continued. "I just don't think it's anybody's business but yours and the people you're with."
"That might be true," The President continued, "My private life is my own business, but other people have a right to express their felings about things. We Spiritists look at things differently than they do. It's best NOT to upset people when we can avoid it. The press knows better than to delve into my private life. Let's not discuss it any more right now." There was a rap at the door and The President cried "Come in!"
The Secret Service Man entered. "Your orders are begin carried out, Mr. President," he announced. "Federal Agents sensing your wishes, had already been taking action across the country. Local authorities are beginning to follow suit. Suspects have already been rounded up in the three confirmed murders. In all three cases they were supremecists, taking advantage of the opportunity to attack an ethnic group. Local authorities are beginning to respond quite well."
"Excellent!" The President answered. Carry on!! My wife out there?" The Secret Service man nodded. "Send her in!" The President snapped.
The President's wife entered, being pushed in a wheel chair by her Secret Service guard. The President looked at her questioningly.
"My legs are tired!" The First Lady answered. "Your third son is getting to be a real burdon. I'll be glad when the end of the month comes."
"Well, we'll make this the last one," The President remarked. "The rest of the kids alright?"
"Having a blast with the Marines!" his wife answered. "Get dressed. There's a little formation downstairs. They've got something they want you to do before you get busy again."
"Some decorations for the Marines that were with me?" The President asked. "Sounds like a good idea! You two get out of here. Get my damned clothes in here!"
The two women departed and the doctor entered. "I release you with great objection," he remarked, "but I

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