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“Sustained,” droned Judge Veronsky.
“Isn’t it true that the weekly Black Pack meetings were a place for its eight African-American members to air their grievances against the white publishing establishment?”
I cringed at this last question and felt sorry for my colleagues who were going to pay a stiff price for it.
Victor hung his head. “Yes.”
“Isn’t it true that you talked about the Black Pack meetings with Mrs. Murray?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll bet you two had a good laugh at the expense of your seven friends, didn’t you, Victor?”
“Objection!”
“Sustained.”
Keith’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Isn’t it true that you snuck around with a white married woman and had sex with her during the week, not caring about the harm you were doing to her white husband and little child, and then met with the Black Pack on Friday nights to speak out against white people?”
There was a roar in the courtroom and Judge Veronsky banged the gavel until it seemed her hand was about to fall off.
Champ was screaming her objections, the courtroom was buzzing like ten hives of bees. The judge agreed with Champ and Victor didn’t have to answer the last question, but it didn’t matter. Keith had made his point that Victor couldn’t be trusted.
“Did you come into contact with Miss Blue at these Black Pack meetings during the time period when you were getting lots of e-mails from her at home?”
“Yes.”
“Did she mention these e-mails that you refused to answer when she ran into you at these weekly meetings?”
“No. She acted the same as all the other women who attended. Strictly professional.”
Keith clapped his hands. “Good! I’m glad to hear that my client is capable of controlling her emotions, even when she seems to want something very badly!”
Keith made a great show of walking up and down in front of the witness stand, throwing his arms out as though he were confused and seeking answers from the audience.
“Victor, did there come a time when you did, in fact, accept an invitation to Miss Blue’s home?”
“Yes.”
Victor was loosening his tie and wiping sweat from his forehead with his hands. Keith gave him a handkerchief without comment.
“Please tell the court how and why you came to be in Ms. Blue’s apartment.”
“Objection!” shouted Champ.
Judge Veronsky looked sternly at Keith over her glasses. “Is there a point to this line of questioning?”
“Yes, Your Honor. If the court will just bear with me a moment longer, my point will become crystal clear.”
“Overruled—the witness may answer the question.”
And so Victor told the story of the Black Pack party and how I approached him to spend the night with me. I could feel the pain in Mama’s eyes drilling into the back of my head.
“Did you go to Ms. Blue’s apartment that night intending to have sexual intercourse with her?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
