Stillbirth of a Nation_Breakfast at Hugo's_The Events of Earth_The Road Home
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Stillbirth of a Nation
My hand reaches over the back of his seat. Chloroform sends his mind spinning before he can make a sound. When he’s unconscious I touch the bare skin of his neck and get to work.On a screen plays the 1915 silent film The Birth of a Nation. Hint, it was first called The Clansman. My patient and his friends have a private screening. No one else would watch this shit, hopefully. That’s a lie, there are too many people who still idolise the lynch mobs too cowardly to show their faces.As white men play out racist stereotypes in black face on the screen, Leonard is losing his mind. My touch draws ou...
Breakfast at Hugo's
In one of my first assignments as a junior New York Times film critic, they flew me over to Los Angeles to cover the Oscars ceremony. I got there a couple of days before the event. I was excited to stay at the fancy Sunset Tower, a classic hotel in Hollywood. One day I decided to get breakfast nearby at Hugo’s. This place is known for its healthy options and for the occasional celebrity you can spot from time to time. I sat at one of the booths inside. While waiting for my coffee, I couldn’t avoid eavesdropping on the conversation at the table behind me. Oh boy, Hollywood can be such a stran...
The Events of Earth
“Don’t you remember?” They all stared at Freddie, as he silently slurped the last of his coffee. He knew they’d ask him some day. But he hoped it wasn’t today, or any other day. Before he knew it, he was left scrabbling round his empty mind in search of a missing memory he’d hoped never to repeat itself again. Hopefully, he had left it in the last place he visited; the far corner of his mind. “Oh, you must have remembered it, Fred, it was bigger than last Christmas.” Bernadette had always had a strong memory. It was almost impossible for her to forget to bwww.onedoor.ccuy the bread, or to put the rubbish ou...
The Road Home
The sun momentarily blinded Eric as the door slammed shut behind him. He squinted around him and tried to locate Jon’s car, but none of the ones he could see matched the description Jon had given on the phone earlier that week. Eric sighed, sat on the low wall at the edge of the car park, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. It was so natural, even after not doing it for over a year. He pressed the power button, but nothing happened. He pressed it again, for longer this time, but the phone was dead. Of course it was; it had spent over a year sitting in a box at HMP Lincoln. A car pulled in...