"The driver for a Black television station?" Martin's eyes widened as he looked at his foam-mouthed brothers on the ground, then back at Page. "A Black television station? Is that like a special channel for broadcasting live executions of Black folk, or maybe a name for some White gang?"
"No, it's a regular television station, so consider yourself lucky," Page shook his head and bent down to light a cigarette as he spoke.
"Long Beach's Black unemployment rate is up to 50% this year, meaning one out of every two Black people is jobless. You're fortunate to be the one with a job."
Martin glanced at the ones lying on the ground, then at the indifferent Black brothers passing by, and finally back to Page. "Here in Los Angeles... do television stations always provide jobs for Black barbers with electric shock gloves?"
"Sometimes they just use guns, usually depending on the person's reaction," Page said with a puff of smoke, cigarette dangling from his lips.
