White Lies: Part 1
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(Dawns a courtroom closing in on midday, and a cheery sun
uncovering its place being less demanding--a sage who
dons sufficiently in her vocation that imparts one who bears
a respectable position, and one of a high office--so without
delay, the judge withdraws to his chambers for consultations
with the defense attorney and prosecutor, et al., she then
advances towards the lone defendant from her private seat
in the gallery--an officer of the court, immediately takes
notice of her movements and in anticipation presented her
with a chair for her pleasure--the defendant who sees her,
respectfully stands, whereto, she politely informs him that
he may remain seated and air him in a one-sided
conversation being the soul speaker, and he as the soul
listener. Albeit, exceptions to that disclosure evolved at the
end as there is cause for the conversation to become ironic.)
"Onerous measures you didst earnestly devote yourself
yet all during that time that you say you have spent was
seen by none, for there were no witnesses to validify your
statements, hence, that alone, was sufficient cause for
their denial of your claims.
What I will say to you presently, and mind you that it is
seldomly used by me, albeit necessary," (She introduced
her refined countenance--skyward.) "that the circle of life
should be brought into the light of day." (With that said,
she then gave her answering eyes to the fogged risen,
'ere the myst-ified.) "On that account, wisely kept as a
future reference, there will be plenty of interruptions such
that hitherto, entangle that circle I've inferred.
In that cultivated, elegantly polished circle of our lives,
discernment hast befallen us, it sort of veered astray via
the stalwarts of stench--our counterparts. It's been known
to us and used quite often in our color-filled past, but they
introduced--fun. How delightfully entertaining for it evolved
our crafts of absolutes to indulge in elements of abstracts
and asymmetry.
He came from Spain, I think--the artist, naught Italy.
'Twasn't Goya, albeit hadst discerningly outnumbered the
innocents' opinions, to be won in vain. Straightforward I
need be, our time is upon us, I consider the lengthy ruckus
in the South and the unceasing uproar in the North--an
outbreak of 'war' is inevitable.
I see it wholly suspicious that this court's unbefitting
hesitance is unjustified. Anyway, I've set my people to
ascertain the cause of the delay, it's relatively complicated
up here, so far North. Of all places to have your hearing,
here in Philadelphia."
"It was by my request that we are here, mam." "Forever
and a day, why--why would you do such a move as that, all
the way here--in enemy territory, why Philadelphia?" "All of
my brothers and sisters are here, mam, and I just wanted
to be with them, in this hour of need." "Oh, ... I perfectly
understand, and I most certainly appreciate your
candidness in the matter--considered it closed."
"If this court dawdled any further, you may have to wait for
Lee to free thee from Philly." "Oh, no mam, I intend to stay
here in Philadelphia with my brothers and sisters." "Of
course, yes, you would as I would have, but of course, if
war came about, you wouldn't join them and pick up arms
and fight against us?" "Oh no, I will never do that mam."
"Raised here, or in the South?" "In the South, mam, the only
home I know, besides my family." "Then you were properly
raised, for THAT IS, the reason you'll naught pick up arms
and fight against us, that's the magic word.
We call it, "A White Lie", and you'll find it quite befitting in
particular when speaking of your case, added with the fact
that it involves ... co--lor. And you've learned of the word,
purr-fectly. Being raised pro-per and all, in the South,
where there are many people, but we're naught all the
same. But naught like the two of us." "What do you mean
mam by that?" "Well, there are many, much too many,
who were born differently. Some of us were born with
different colors, and some of us were born proper."
"Now, I understand your 'terse verse', mam. My brothers
and sisters, we'll never take up arms, against anybody--
North or South. They're my family, but we're naught
blood-related, but partakers of the blood of Christ. I am a
Parson mam, and what had happened was an accident,
and yet the witnesses were of color, we saw each other
and it was a riddle why they were withheld, but the just
advised jurors, most are the proper kind, they intend to
my freedom."
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