Jazz Town: A New Orleans Murder
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
US African AmericanTranscript
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I'm a black man in Louisiana. I'll never see a jury. Much less be given a fair trial. I'll be sent to the slammer in a few hours. The rest of my life cut short over. How do I prove? That's not my gun. That's not my knife either. A gun and knife, something's wrong. I keel over the acid in my stomach rages. I dry heave again. The bathrooms are on the hallway, shared stalls and toiletries. I feel like an animal sometimes herded into my container for a bath. Lacking the privacy. A man has every right to the staff would probably wash us if it meant speeding up the line. I try not to think about my dignity being stripped from me every day I spend in this city. I don't like to be down on my luck. There was a time I would have said it could be worse. But as I stare at the mangled sheets before me, I know I'm at my lowest. At least I hope so. Maybe the body's under the bed. The cop doesn't have much ground clearance but it never ceases to amaze me what the human can accomplish under duress. I must have been stressed out in the midst of the act. That would explain the exhaustion, the bile building in my throat. I'm strung out, crashing from the high of taking another's life. How could I have done this to Lula? I love that woman or I thought I could love her. I was so excited to finally talk to her to get close to her. Why would I suddenly have hate in my heart? Did she give me the weapons? Was I in such a drunken state that I fired the gun by accident? Yeah, this could have been an accident. I never thought myself foolish enough to do such a thing. But then again, do we ever really know ourselves? I drop to my knees and I fear I may never get back up. I don't have the strength careening my back to drop my chin to the floor. I howl in pain. My muscles are sore tight. Like I haven't used them in years. I've aged 30 years overnight. I strain my eyes to peer into the darkness under the bed. Nothing. I throw a hand into the abyss and come up empty. Nobody. There really isn't a body.