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Judd Fry
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tered American citizen with all the proper papers, but he was born in Ecuador. Sam Spade sits down with him on a park bench. “Did you do it?� “Not me. We wouldn’t do anything like that. We are a peaceful people. We get along. Why would we do that? Other people would just blame us. But we are happy that he is gone, anyway, except we are not happy for his family. Judd Fry was a good man, some people said, anyway. And nobody deserves to have this done to him, especially if he has a family.� “He didn’t have a family.� “Oh. Well he got what’s coming to him then, walking around like that scaring all the customers at the 7-Eleven and everything. As for us, all we want to do is have jobs and send the
money home. Is there anything wrong with that?� Sam Spade thanked the man, and then got up and went into the 7-Eleven where he talked to one of the owners working behind the counter. “Did you do it?� Sam Spade asked. “Of course I did not do it. Yes it’s true. He was out front all that time, with his sign saying that the immigrants should go back where they came from. As a result, there were lots of people who thought he was boycotting the store and so walked away rather than come in to shop. He’d come in every once in a while. He was very disrespectful. But no. We didn’t do it. If we had, people at McDonalds and Dunkin’ Donuts across the street would say we got
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what we deserved when the cops would come here and arrest us. Our motto is live and let live. We think he should be allowed to march. And we think the Hispanics should be allowed to get work. We’re in favor of everybody. Donut?� Outside on the sidewalk, amid the Hispanics, there was a man in a denim shirt, tool belt and American Flag baseball cap staring at a dark stain on the ground there that apparently had not yet been scrubbed off. “May I ask you a question?� Sam Spade asked. “Sure. I’m on my lunch break.� “Did you do it?� “Who me? Why should I do it? He was one of us. If it was one of us hardworking Americans did this, people would think it was us trying to set up the Hispanics so it looked like they did it to get retribution for what that white supremacist did to that Ecuadorian.� Another workman strolled by. “I think the Hispanics tried to make it look like we did it to make the general public think it was the Hispanics that had done it, but then the Hispanics didn’t do it either,� he said. “We can’t win,� the first workman said. “Well, Judd Fry didn’t work, did you notice that?� the first workman said. “A lot of hardworking American people resented that. He just walked back and forth every day with his sign protesting. I mean who was paying him? How was he earning a living?� “Did you kill him?� Sam Spade asked. “No.� “Someone said the Union was paying him to march back and forth,� the first workman said. “And we’re out earning a living.� “So you resented that?� Sam Spade asked. He was now taking notes. “Everybody resented that. Hispanics. Workmen. Contractors. The 7-Eleven. All he bought from them was coffee twice a day. The cheapskate.� “I think he was bad for us workmen.� “Which workmen?� Sam Spade scribbled and scribbled, he puffed and puffed. Smoke rings came out of his mouth. Littler ones came out of his ears. At that moment a police officer strolled by. “Any clues?� Sam Spade asked. “Nothing we can tell you about,� the police officer said. “So there WERE clues?� “About what?� At that moment Judd Fry himself appeared from behind a bush. He zipped up his pants. He picked up a sign that read AMERICA FOR AMERICANS. And he began pacing back and forth. The pipe fell out of Sam Spade’s mouth. His pad and pencil dropped to the ground. And then, in a dead faint, so did Sam. After a while, an ambulance arrived. Sam woke up on a gurney as it was being wheeled over to the back door of the ambulance. There was a paramedic in a white coat guiding the gurney just beyond Sam Spade’s feet, walking backwards. “Did you do it?� Sam Spade asked. “Just be still,� the paramedic said.