Julie had never sworn in front of her son but it took every bit of will she had not to demand what the fuck was wrong with him. Instead, she took a beat and then went to the couch. "Sit up," she said, prodding him. "Sit up now. What on Earth has gotten into your head? Where are you getting all this racial garbage?"

"It's not garbage, mom." He straightened up. It was time for the pitch. "It's the honest truth; if not for the Jew-run media, everyone would know it. Blacks just can't stay in relationships, it's scientific."

"Get in your room, right now." She was emotionless, temporarily cut off from the part of herself that needed a hand-on fix. Jason calmly climbed the stairs and when she heard his door close she went to the phone. Kelly was speed-dial six.

"Hello?"

"Hi, sis, it's me. I've got bad news."

"Oh, no, what is it?"

"I don't think we're gonna be able to make it tonight. Jason was sick when he got home and he's definitely not faking it."

"Oh, gosh, that's too bad. Drew was really looking forward to meeting you guys."

"I know -- us too. But listen, we'll do it soon, maybe sometime next week?"

"Definitely. Hey, tell Jason I hope he feels better soon, okay?"

"Will do; talk to you later."

"Bye."

Julie left a message on her husband's voicemail, hoping he'd get it before he showed up at Kelly's place. No need to get him involved in the lie any further than need be. After she'd put her Jell-O and pasta salad in the refrigerator she went to the computer in the study. She sat quietly while it booted, buzzing and whining, and when it was ready brought up a new browser window. From her favorites she selected Searching Parenting.com.

"What do I do with a racist child?"

-/\/-

With his door closed, Jason turned his monitor back on and returned to the America's Future page. The chat room was now mostly empty, with no visiting celebrities to inflate its numbers, but the message board was alive with activity. The most recent posts attacked the metal band, Pantera, for having a name derived from Spanish.

Jason turned again to his copy of A GREATER SOCIETY for reference. What he read made him unsure. The solutions offered by the book seemed valid but too extreme. One passage described a man named Thomas calling his sister claiming to need a ride home from the poorest, most crime-ridden part of the city. Thomas is nowhere near where he claims to be but his ruse pays dividends -- though his sister is raped and murdered, his family comes to see her black attacker as an icon for his entire race. Thomas is vindicated, revealed as a prophet. Her sister is an unwilling martyr, a broken egg.

In the Help section, Jason posted a new message.

"I still love my family. How can I make them understand?"


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