7 I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm
tired of all the hassels, the fighting all the time. All it qives us is
trouble, he's got a better way. What he says makes sense.
8 I say we work together; The Golds, The Silvers, The One, The Oneness,
The Evenings, The Mornings, we stop worrying about our differences and
start finding the things we have in common!"
9 "Sure!" argued Screaming Boar, "The first time one of us gets a
hankering for somebody else's skirt, we start fighting again, then it's
all for nothing ....big, empty zero!"
10 "Then the answer to that," snapped The Young Speaker, "is that we
all agree …..the girls in our territory are not the exclusive property
of the gang members in that territory."
11 "I don't like it!" screamed Screaming Boar, "And I vote NO!"
12 "I don't like it either!" said another young leader, "But I'll go
along with it if they start treating our skirts with dignity, when they
can walk down the street and not be called whores and anything else the
other gang members feel like calling them."
13 "I'm for that, too!" agreed another boy. "We agree to free passage
through our territories as long as the other gangs treat our skirts
like ladies. Any trouble and we boot 'em out!"
14 "But no killing," put in The Young Speaker. "From now on, if a rival
gang member attacks a girl in your territory, you capture him, and turn
him over to the Guardian."
15 "We don't deal with The Blues," snapped Screaming Boar. "They're The
Law, the heavies. They cramp our style."
16 "From now on," argued The Young Speaker, "you HAVE to deal with
them, or, with Elders. If the Law isn't working right, then you've got
to get into it,