By
Halford H. Fairchild
The Claremont Colleges
Author Notes
The Real Deal
Halford Fairchild College Professor
(Fairchild is middle-aged, slightly plump, good natured and racially mixed with African American and Asian American. We sit in his cluttered office at Pitzer College. He is wearing a brightly colored soccer shirt. The interview was conducted in Fall 2002 and focused on his reflections of my book, Twilight Los Angeles.)
Yeah, I read your book.
Liked it.
Ya did good, girlfriend.
(He looks at me with obvious amorous intentions.)I also saw your performance at the Mark Taper.
(I look away, thinking him to be a bit forward.)
(I blush—best I could—andAnd you got, at least a little,
give him a slightly fetching smile.
I wonder if he’s married, and if so,
does he play around?)
(A pause for four beats.)But Zinzun knew about police violence first hand.
Gil Garcetti told the truth
about how police officers’ uniforms are like a
magical aura in the courtroom.
And thank you
for including
the passages from the incomparable
Maxine Waters.
That sister
knows what the real deal is.
It is about the chronic denial
of opportunity
in the inner cities.
Not just in L.A.,
but everywhere
in this supposedly great land.
I really liked,
and will have to remember,
her statement,
“…r i o t is the voice of the unheard.”
Listen to Maxine. And worry.
Because the people….
(a pregnant pause of 3 seconds),the masses
(said with great emphasis)are still unheard.
(A student interrupts us. Fairchild tells him to get lost.)Clueless was Judith Tur, the reporter.
(another brief pause)incident, and saved his life.
(he says 'incident' as if it is a euphemism)Why didn’t any of the two dozen LAPD officers
(He lets out a raucous laugh.)Reginald Denny, the poster boy of
All them rich White folks
hiding in the Beverly Hills hotel
don’t have a clue.
Like Peter Sellars said,
we all live in the same burning house.
So, yeah.
Be scared. All y’all White folks.
Not you, Anna baby.
(He gives me a rather lecherous look.)You know
(Sudden fade to black with music by Marvin Gaye, “ What’s goin’ on?”)