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Chuck Fair

Excerpt

"Cynicism will gain you nothing here. If you don't find a way to support your child, you are in danger of seeing the Department of Family Services step in. Then you will lose him to foster care." Cha tells me Smooth is shook by Babs' words. His hard demeanor transforms to one of a frightened child at the thought of being separated from his mother.

Il shams replies, "Cha says we must act against the smallest attempt to victimize us even if we know we can't prevail. I will fight you in the courts and in the media if you try to take my son."

"This Cha person will damage you. You will do well to avoid him. The media is not interested in another angry black woman on welfare screaming her head off. Only I can help you. I won't pursue disqualification action against you if you give me your cooperation."

"You mean drop the court motion?"

"I mean let's start being on the same side. For that I will protect you against a possible foster childcare review for your son, Franklin."

"No more raids on welfare mothers' places."

"There will be no more raids on your apartment."

"I mean on all welfare mothers' places. Cha says when the opportunity arises to help someone other than ourselves, we must do it. No more surprise raids on any one receiving welfare."

"I don't have the authority to order that."

"Then, we will go to court."

"You are being used Ms. il shams and for what bad purpose I don't know. Just remember we give you the monthly check, not this Cha character." Babs is plainly miffed.

"Only for the next six months remember."

"Then in six months, you hit the bricks. You and your son alone on the street, without a job."

"I have my friends."

"I don't see where the Nation of Islam sends you a monthly check to live on. You don't look like the type to wear a chardar and walk six paces behind the minister." She composes herself. " Look I'm sorry for that uncalled-for remark. Is it a lack of childcare for your youngest child that keeps you from working? I can't promise you anything, because it would be considered coercion on my part, but if you see cooperation with this agency as a possibility then a program might be found to employ you in one of our field offices where your child can accompany you to work."

"No more raids on any welfare mothers without a warrant."

Babs stands in frustration, walks to where Cha and Smooth occupy themselves in the play area. She disapproves of the baggy gang-like clothing Smooth wears and turns her attention to Cha in his jeans and white tee shirt. She rubs his thick hair. "You are a little cutie. What's your name?"

"Cha."

Babs steps back horrified. Cha tosses his box of crayons at her. She catches the box with her left hand. Before she can regain her composure, Cha asks like a prosecuting attorney, "what do you think about the Southcentral Cutter murdering all those welfare mommies and parolees?"