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1.2.9 HALLOWEEN NIGHT/NOVEMBER 1st 5:13 AM
Warren County, Illinois
While that call did not succeed in waking up Kyndra and Zoey, the aforementioned Diego was woken up, however, by his co-worker Quinn, as he lay napping on a tattered sofa in the SuperFuel Deluxe's break room.
“Diego!”
Diego grunted.
“Diego, get up,” Quinn slapped him with a blue rag.
Diego sat up and rubbed his eye.
“Customers.” Quinn said.
Diego blinked awake. The TV was on. A man with fake looking blonde hair stood in front of a map coated with splotches of reds, oranges, and yellows.
“ Lightning strikes have been reported just about everywhere as this severe cell moves through Warren and Carpenter counties. Listen up if you are in the areas of Russelville, Haddonfield, Langdon, Tuckerville...you are under a Severe Thunderstorm Warning and Tornado Watch until 7:45 am. Check out this picture someone posted on social media, that's softball sized hail folks...this reported by Zeke, a custodian working late night tonight at Smith's Grove High School, so be careful out there folks.”
Thunder struck and the lights in the shop momentarily dimmed. Customers, Diego thought, in this storm?
Diego stood up and stretched and then grabbed his Mountain Dew he had swiped from the coolers a few hours ago. Stepping into the shop, he sure enough saw some guy was talking to Quinn, standing next to an old-ass station wagon. The kind that had the wood panels on the side. The bottom was eaten away with rust. Diego was surprised the thing was even running at all, and one of the first things he noticed were the California plates. The lifeless remains of a tire lay snaked around a severely dented rim on the front passenger side. Must have hit a curb without even braking, he thought.
Quinn pulled a clipboard off the dark blue tool bench next to him and said, “We actually just had one of these die on us last week and it's back there in the yard. We can replace the tire and the rim and fix up those tie rods and struts in a jiff. You got really got lucky, because otherwise you'd be waiting at least two days for parts.”
The man's eyes grew wide, “Are you serious?! That's a miracle if I ever heard one.”
“I'll say,” Diego chimed in, “What year is this?”
“1989 Ford Country Squire” Jack Tate said proudly.
“Wow,” Diego laughed. “Quinn's right, we literally just got one of these in, the drive train fell apart in our hands, literally fell apart. But it was much more beat up than this.”
“You don't say!?” Jack put his hands on his hips.
“I couldn't help but recognize the California plates,” Diego motioned to the back of the car, dropping to one knee to examine the wheel well.
“Yep,” Jack said, rubbing his chin, “We're from a small town in Northern California, between San Jose and Sacramento. It's called Summer Glen.”
“Bet you don't get much snow there,” Diego said from under the car.
“Nope..but I bet you guys do.”
Diego appeared from under the lopsided tire with a smile, “Buckets,” he replied, “And it wreaks havoc on an undercarriage.”
“I bet it does” Jack replied.
Diego stood up and wiped his hands on his coveralls. “Well, not so much the snow,” he said, “it's the salt they salt the roads with. Eats the bottom of the car all up.”
“So what do you do?” Jack asked.
“Heated car wash,” Diego said, reaching out his hand to Quinn for the clipboard.
“I saw signs for those on the way in, all over the place up here,” Jack said, “But I saw signs but then it looked like empty parking lots.”
Quinn smiled and handed Diego the clipboard, “With steam coming up?”
“I didn't see any steam,” Jack replied.
“They're probably turned off right now.” Diego remarked, looking over the paper on the clipboard.
Quinn whistled, “Whew don't I know it. It's been hotter than a hippo with a hernia.”
“Hmmm,” Jack grunted in agreement, “Climate Change.”
Quinn hissed, “Hogwash! I don't believe that bullshit for a second.”
Jack quickly changed the subject, “Anyways—err--how do car washes help your car in the winter?”
Quinn nodded, “You drive over the jets and they hose off your undercarriage with heated water”
“That's fascinating,” Jack smiled.
“Well,” Diego sighed, “We have the parts already so we'll charge you a $90 restocking fee, that's mostly 'cuz Quinn here has to run out in the rain and slip the rim and tie-rods off the old car.”
“Aww man, that's cold,” Quinn exclaimed.
“Good news is,” Diego continued, “You really didn't tear her up all that much besides that, you knocked some things loose but we can tighten her up. The labor will cost you $400 easy,, being on the weekend now, and then $140 for the tire, $126 for the rim, taxes and disposal and you're still under a grand.”
“That's wonderful,” Jack said, placing his hands back on his hips.
“What brings you out here?” Quinn asked, “Especially in this storm.”
“My wife got a job out here, she starts Monday so we wanted to get out here as quick as we could....drove straight through.” Jack remarked.
“Wow,” Quinn breathed.
“I need those parts Quinn,” Diego remarked, opening the top of the tool bench and pulling out a socket wrench.
“Oh right!” Quinn smiled. He walked over to the far wall and grabbed a yellow rain coat which hung on a peg next to a Calendar, still on the month of October. A model in a bikini presided over the tenth month. “What job did your wife get out here?” He called from across the room.
“She's going to be the new Chief of Medicine at the hospital,” Jack replied, his eyes on Diego as Diego crouched back down toward the car.
“Oh she's gonna replace old man Mixter!” Quinn remarked.
Jack shrugged.
“Hurry Quinn, this guy said he's got places to be,” Diego said from under the car.
“Oh right,” Quinn said and stepped through the side door that led into a small foyer and eventually either out to the front parking lot or back into the lot.
“So your wife's a doctor eh,” Diego's voice came from under the car, “so what do you do?”
“Well I'm a doctor too,” Jack replied.
Diego emerged from the car holding a twisted piece of metal, “Really? What kind?”
“Well I'm a psychiatrist,” Jack said.
Diego slid back under the car, “A shrink huh?” He said, “You opening up an office here or something?”
“Well no,” Jack laughed, “I'm actually going to take some time off and write a book.”
Diego re-emerged with more twisted metal, “Cool,” he said, “What about?”
“Hypnosis,” Jack said matter-of-factly.
Diego cocked his head to one side, “Really? You do that shit?”
“Swear by it,” Jack replied.
There was an awkward moment of silence and then they both laughed.
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Meanwhile, Ophelia Tate had purchased a small and incredibly over-priced pack of baby wipes and was giving herself the best attempt at a bath she could muster inside the surprisingly clean restroom of the SuperFuel Deluxe. After she finished, she sat on top of a toilet and took an opportunity to catch up on social media.
While she sat in the stall reading about “11 Celebrities That You Would Never Assume Were Gay”, her son Damon stepped into the Food Mart, and wiped his perfectly white sneakers on the welcome mat. An angry looking Indian man looked up as the door bells jingled and then went back to fiddling with some electronic device behind the counter. Damon's first thought was, Why does he keep all that bullet proof glass open?
He casually turned to his left, starting down an aisle chock full of every imaginable brand of potato chip or chocolate or fruity candy---browsing but not really browsing, more just wasting time. The aisle came to a dead-end at a wall of coolers full of soda and water and fruit juices. Damon stopped and caught himself staring at a row of YooHoos when he heard what sounded like a snickering to his left.
There was a small hallway to the left of the coolers, veering off next to an ATM machine. He stepped in front of the ATM machine and peered down the hallway, at once spotting the cause of the commotion. Three young boys were standing in the corner next to a door marked: UTILITY, NO TRESSPASSING. One was a freckled redheaded kid with shiny braces dressed as batman, another was a blonde haired blue eyed boy dressed like Darth Vader, and the last was a much younger looking kid with brown hair and brown eyes dressed like some kind of zombie. They were huddled together, their masks all hanging limply around their necks, crowded around a magazine featuring a hot blonde titled RED RABBIT. The cover-girl’s name was apparently Misty Dawn, and according to the cover caption, she was “Back and Ready for More Action”.
The boys caught sight of Damon and looked up startled. The freckled redhead kid's smile disappeared and his eyes grew narrow, “Hey!” He called, “What are you looking at?”
Damon was unfazed. “Looks like a couple of pervs to me,” he said, stepping toward them.
This apparently took them aback because they said nothing in retort.
“Seriously,” Damon said, pointing at the cover, “How old are you guys?”
Blonde Vader who held the magazine in his hand pressed it to his chest as if it were the most valuable thing on the earth and looked up at Damon with his mouth open. Little zombie boy took a step back. But BatFreckle was not amused. “Why don't you go Fuck Off!”
Damon frowned, “That's not very nice language. Is everyone in this town pervs like you?”
“Where are you---” little zombie started in but BatFreckle cut him off.
“Don't you know that Warren County is the home of the Rabbit-in-Red? What hole did you crawl out of freak-show?”
“Rabbit-in-what?” Damon asked and with lightning speed, snatched the magazine from Blonde Vader.
“Hey!” The wannabe Sith Lord exclaimed.
“Rabbit-In-Red Productions is the world's third largest manufacturer of pornographic media dipshit, and the company is based here in Warren County.” BatFreckle spat.
“So it is a county full of pervs,” Damon said, opening the magazine and thumbing through the pages.
“My dad said a local bunch of church folks fought Mr. Martini in court over decency laws so much, the legal fees drove the church out of business.” Blonde Vader said.
“Shi-yeah,” BatFreckle said, “That's why old man Taylor's up in his house on the hill crying like a pussy all the time.”
“Mr. Who?” Damon asked, closing the magaize and handing it back to Blonde Vader.
BatFreckle snatched it instead and flipped to the table of contents, pointing to a small black and white picture of a middle-aged overweight man. “Lou Martini. He's the CEO of Rabbit-in-Red nimrod, he owns half the county and is like, the richest man in Illinois outside of Chicago.”
“Where are you from?” Little zombie found his place to ask.
“My parents and I are moving here from California, we just got in tonight, got a flat tire.” Damon replied.
“California! That's cool!” Blonde Vader exclaimed.
BatFreckle rolled his eyes, “Beat it California!” He said, “We were just checking out Spitz' mom in this month's issue.”
He and Blonde Vader started laughing.
“That's not my mom!” Little zombie, who's name was obviously Spitz, whined.
“Don't lie, you know it's her!” BatFreckle teased.
Blonde Vader turned the page, and the centerfold fell out, revealing the cover-girl Misty Dawn laying on a bed of white fur naked except for a silver belly chain and and black stilettos. A paper fell out as well and fluttered almost magestically to the floor. Damon bent down and picked it up. It was a flier that featured another picture of the model. The headline read:
SEE COVER GIRL
MISTY DAWN
TUE-SUN
OCTOBER AND NOVEMBER
AT THE
RABBIT-IN-RED LOUNGE
IN
HADDONFIELD
“Look Spitz” BatFreckle said in jest, “You can see your mom's show tonight if you want.”
“It's not my mom!” Spitz whined again.
“Why don't you leave him alone?” Damon said.
“Why don't you suck my balls?” BatFreckle snapped.
“Chill out Lonnie!” Blonde Vader slapped BatFreckle's shoulder and then looked at Damon “Lonnie can be a douche sometimes, I'm Richie Marshall, this is Lonnie Elamb, and he's Spitz. Welcome to Haddonfield.”
Lonnie groused and leaned back against the wall, opening up the porn.
“Cool, my name is Damon.”
“How old are you?” Richie asked.
“17, you?”
“I just turned 12, Lonnie is 16 but he's still in 8th grade...he has to go to special classes at the Middle School.” Richie and Spitz cackled.
“I have dyslexia fuck face!” Lonnie said, throwing the RED RABBIT at his friend.
“I'm 8,” Spitz said proudly.
“What are you doing out of the house at this time of night?” Damon asked, picking up the magazine from the floor and handing it back to Richie.
“Lonnie has his drivers license now, and I just snuck out of my house.” Richie said.
“What about you?” Damon asked, turning toward Spitz.
“His mom's a whore so she leaves him alone to go out fucking for quarters!” Lonnie called.
“Stop it Lonnie! She is not!” Spitz cried.
Damon ignored him and Spitz continued, “My mom works late nights at Jamie Lee's Diner, she doesn't get home till morning. My grandma watches me but she fell asleep and I...I snuck out too.”
“We just ate there coming in,” Damon said smiling.
“My mom is Taylor,” Spitz said.
“She was our waitress.” Damon replied.
“His mom's a slut!” Lonnie called.
Spitz started to whine but Damon put an arm around him, “Why do you hang out with this asshole? Is there anything else to do in this place than look at naked chicks?”
“There's an arcade in the driver's lounge, but I don't have any quarters.” Spitz said.
“Come on,” Damon said, “Show me where it is.”
Richie tossed Lonnie the magazine to followed Damon and Spitz. Lonnie caught it, rolling his eyes, he was perfectly happy right there looking at boobs.
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Damon stepped into the shop area of the SuperFuel Deluxe and shook off the rain. There he saw his dad sitting on a folding chair listening, as another man held a lamp under their family station wagon from the Jurassic era. A third man was under the car working. The man holding the lamp was droning on and on about baseball. Damon didn't really care for baseball, or any sports for that matter.
“And then the Sox brought in their reliever, that guy Stroop, and he just completely fell apart. He hit two batters and walked another, and before you knew it the bases were loaded.” Quinn was saying.
Damon walked up to his dad. “Is that so---” Jack replied, but was startled when Damon tapped him on the shoulder.
“What is it son? You're not supposed to be back here.” Jack looked up at Damon.
“There's an arcade inside and I was wondering if you had any change on you?” Damon asked.
Jack leaned to one side and pulled his wallet out, withdrawing a 20 dollar bill. “Can they make change?” He asked.
“There's a change machine,” Damon said flatly, taking the money.
“You can play all of that, what the hell, it's been a long few days,” Jack said smiling.
Damon stuffed the twenty in his front pocket and turned, “Thanks,” he said.
“Tell your mom I'm in here,” Jack called after him.
“Haven't seen her,” Damon said as he walked out, without turning.
Quinn started up again, “So you know that big Dominican for the Cubs, Agu...Agu...something.”
“Aguilar,” Diego called from under the car.
“Yeah, Aguilar,” Quinn corrected himself. “Well he steps up to the plate and first pitch...bam!”
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La corde au cou
Depuis tout jeune, Jim apprit à baisser les yeux. Faut dire qu’être noir dans le sud des Etats Unis en 1900 aide beaucoup pour ça. Il a vu ses amis, des membres de sa famille battus au point de finir estropié ou mutilé. Il n’oublie pas le jour de ses dix ans quand la petite Sarah fut violée. Elle a traversé la ville, nue, les habits déchirés, le corps couvert d’ecchymoses, les cuisses salies par le sang fraichement coagulé, Elle ne pleurait pas, elle était forte pour une gamine de douze ans. D’ailleurs elle en paraissait seize et c’est pour ça qu’ils l’ont abordée. Aussi parce ce qu’elle avait un sacré cul de négresse. Personne n’est intervenu. Elle courait, les pieds en sang. Ils la regardaient comme un animal blessé complètement égaré. Jim a entendu des rires, le vieux Matthew Olfied, cet ancien esclavagiste a même dit qu’il était prêt à l’achever. Jim n’oubliera pas, il n’oubliera jamais qu’avant Sarah était gentille, elle aimait rire et s’amuser.
Puis les années passèrent mais rien ne changea. Les afro-américains vivaient un quartier, un bidonville ou même la police se moquait éperdument. Quand un blanc venait, c’était pour casser du nègre. Ici personne n’apprenait à lire car c’était mal vu d’enseigner aux noirs. Pourtant Jim savait lire et écrire. Il avait appris avec son oncle revenu de New York. Il gagnait bien sa vie mais la mentalité n’était pas meilleure que dans ce bled paumé. Mais ici, sa famille avait besoin de lui. Jim voulait faire des études, partir dans une grande ville. Il avait des rêves, de l’ambition. Il aimait jouer de la musique et se voyait déjà musicien avec les plus grands. Alors, en attendant il travaillait comme ouvrier dans une plantation. Il récoltait le coton pour dix cents de l’heure. C’était mieux que ses ancêtres qui faisaient le même travail gratuitement puisqu’ils étaient esclaves.
Tout a changé un dimanche matin. Il faisait beau et Jim ne travaillait pas. Avec sa famille, il revenait de l’église. Il aimait bien écouter les prêches du pasteur, il jouait aussi dans l’orchestre pendant les gospels. Il était content de lui, des amis étaient venus le féliciter. Et peut-être est-ce son sourire mais il croisa une jeune femme qui le lui rendit. Elle était blanche, d’une vingtaine d’années comme lui. Il la salua et avoua la trouver magnifique. Elle répondit avec gentillesse tout en continuant sa route. Seulement la scène a été vue par des gens qui n’aiment pas le mélange des genres. Ils étaient à leur quatrième bière à ce moment. L’un d’eux repéra la maison de Jim.
Il vivait encore avec sa mère et sa famille. Sa sœur nettoyait les plats, Jim allait se coucher quand ils entendirent un bruit fort devant la maison. Une grande croix placée par des hommes cagoulés, brulait. Ils étaient une vingtaine. Jim eut peur et comprit que c’était pour lui en entendant les insultes. Pour sauver sa famille, il prit la fuite mais il a été vu alors ils l’ont traqué comme un vulgaire chevreuil. Ils l’ont suivi pendant trois heures avant de le choper et de le tabasser. Jim a encaissé, coup sur coup. Il ne disait rien, il subissait. Il attendait un sauveur. Il pensa à Sarah, la revoyant courir ensanglantée. Il s’attendait au pire puis il s’évanouit.
Quand il se réveilla, Jim était allongé près d’un arbre. Il entendit des voix, des rires mais ses yeux gonflés le génèrent pour voir ce monde. Soudain, il sentit sa tête se lever, on tirait sur une corde attachée autours de son cou. Il réalisa qu’il avait les mains liées dans le dos, l’interdisant d’ôter la corde. Il sentit tout son corps se lever, ses pieds décollaient du sol et la trachée se bloquait empêchant l’air de remplir ses poumons. Il cherchait son souffle gesticulant les jambes dans le vide comme un pantin désarticulé. Cela parut interminable... long… Il priait, suppliait sans pouvoir prononcer un mot. Il appela à l’aide, il appela dieu. Et plus rien ! Jim ne ressentait plus rien ! Il se sentait bien, volant dans les airs au-dessus de cet arbre. Il voyait maintenant, s’éloignant à la fois de ce lieu maudit. Son corps n’était pas le seul pendu à l’arbre, il reconnut le petit Abraham Adams, il avait onze ans et fut lynché pour avoir cueilli une pomme dans un verger.
Son cadavre resta accroché pendant trois jours avant que les autorités ne l’enlevèrent. Il n’y a pas eu d’enquête. Celui qui avait organisé le lynchage était… l’adjoint du sheriff et son neveu.
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East Portland Farmers
Though there are no current visual indicators, Montavilla and east Multnomah County were once where many Japanese American communities lived and worked, played pool, attended Japanese language schools, picked strawberries, and played a significant and underrepresented role in Oregon’s agricultural industry and the development of the east Multnomah County area.
According to the Japanese American National Museum, by 1920 Japanese American farmers occupied 90 percent of the acreage of strawberries and 60 percent of all vegetable and truck gardens.
Documentation of this history is difficult to find as many photos were lost when Japanese Americans were incarcerated by Executive Order 9066 in 1945. Some photos were lost to the waters that flooded Vanport in 1948 or have been out of view because few people outside the families to whom they belong have asked to see them.
As you look at these walls, look for a family photo of Frank and Suematsu Ando’s family, who raised produce on 92nd and Stark, and Irene (Shido) Hayashi, whose family owned the Russelville market on 103rd and Stark which was a hub for the JA community. Find an image of the Shiogi fFamily farm, the Kinoshita family in a strawberry field or picnicking with friends, and children’s faces from a Russelville school photo. Look for Jayne and Cheryl Ichikawa dressed up for athe big winter snowstorm inof the 1950s and Toshi Okino on his vegetable farm in Gresham. Look for budding strawberries.
As our stories about place continue to grow, may we be intentional in learning from the past and honoring those who have tilled the soil and laid the groundwork for future generations.
Photos courtesy of Roberta Ando, Jayne Ichikawa, Ron Sato, City of Portland Archives & Records Center, and the artist.
Special thanks to APANO, Roshani Thakore, Candace Kita, Jayne Ichikawa, Roberta Ando, Jean Matsumoto, Karen Saito, City of Portland Archives & Records, and Sabina Haque.
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During a question-and-answer session at ComicCon in 2016, then-showrunner Bryan Fuller said that the inspirations for centering the show around a female lead and a character of color were the actress Nichelle Nichols (who played Lieutenant Uhura, the only black character and the only woman in the main cast of the original series) and the astronaut Mae Jemison, the first African American woman in space. Sonequa Martin-Green, the actress who was eventually cast as this character (Lieutenant Commander Rainsford) is the first black actress to be the lead in a Star Trek series. Martin-Green also has in common with Mae Jemison that both women were born in Alabama: Jemison in Decatur and Martin-Green in Russelville.
If y’all sleep on Star Trek: Discovery I will murder each of you individually because. THIS IS SO IMPORTANT.
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Mt. Nebo
There are many state parks all over the state in Arkansas, and luckily there are several not far from where I live. Last Thursday my faithful dog, Rascal, and I went to explore Mt. Nebo State Park. My wife and I drove through Mt. Nebo back in the late 1990’s. In fact, our brakes wore completely out on this Mountain and we had to be rescued by some friends in nearby Russelville. But this time I…
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Firefighters are working to put out a fire in Westfield Monday evening.
The fire is on Russellville Road. Our 22News crew could see firefighters on the property for Pomeroy Dair Farm. White smoke could be seen billowing from the roof of a building.
22News is working to confirm information with the Westfield Fire Department on how the fire started.
Southampton Police posted on their Facebook page Russelville Road has since been reopened after the road was closed temporarily due to the fire.
22News will continue to cover this story and bring you any new information as soon as we get it.
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