Exile

1. Expulsion from one's native land by authoritative decree. 2. A person banished from his or her native land. 3. Prolonged separation from one's country or home, as by force of circumstances. 4. Anyone separated from his or her country or home voluntarily or by force of circumstances. Good day Human Beings, Ill be your narrator today, The Grand Concept. If youre not familiar with my purpose of my existence, I am the very first idea, choice, and thought of Human Beings. Today I am coming to you from a bank in downtown Chicago. A place far, far away from C.J., Jay, Rose, and Chris. This tale isnt about Poof and his antics; this is a tale about the remainders, the leftovers, the others in this mad, inane world called Realm: Earth. This tale is about three everyday African-Americans who arent affected by the mental mayhem of C.J. Johnson as known as The Amazing Poof. Were live from Realm: Earth and I present to you allThe Exiles. Ladies first, Denise Jackson is an African-American single mother of two children; shes also a student at night and works a nine to five during the weekdays and another job on the weekends. Shes currently sitting with a banker looking to take out a second loan for her day to day survival. Lets listen in to their conversation. Shhhhh

Mr. Goldman says, Are you sure youre opened to taking out another loan, Ms. Jackson. Youre already having trouble paying your first one. Denise says, I am not opened but I need to take out on another loan. And I know I am havin trouble with payments time to time but I am tryin, sir. Mr. Goldman fraudulently smiles then says, I understand but trying doesnt keep the lights on. I cant give you another loan when youre having trouble with paying the first one. How can you hold up with two payments? Denise slowly closes her eyes then reopens them as shes exhaling. Denise looks Mr. Goldman into his eyes as shes saying, What do you want me to do? I am workin two jobs and its still not enough. My weekday job is cuttin back on overtime and makin some layoffs. I am barely makin it by with two kids and both of their fathers refuse to help me. I dont know what to do. I just need to get back on my good leg. I just need a little help, thats all, Mr. Goldman. Mr. Goldman gazes Denise into her eyes while saying, I am sorry, there isnt anything I could do. I really want to help, I really do but I cant. Im sorry. UmmmI hope you have a nice day, Ms. Jackson. Denise gives Mr. Goldman a small smile as she looks at him sitting behind his desk. She calmly says, Thank you. Denise stands from her seat with her purse in her right hand. She reluctantly smiles at Mr. Goldman then turns to walk away from him. As shes walking away Mr. Goldman looks on wearing a sad facial expression. Mr. Goldman yells out, Ms. Jackson! Denise turns to Mr. Goldman only to say, Yes. Mr. Goldman says, I just might be able to help you. We can look into other ways other than loans. Loans will only put you in more debt. Take a seat over there and let me talk to the next customer. Give me twenty minutes and come back to my office. Kay? Denise smiles while saying, Thank you, Mr. Goldman. Thank you so much! Lets focus our attention on Captain Andrew Roberts. Hes a Veteran from the Iraq and Afghan war. He was the youngest African-American Captain in his platoon. Discharged from the army because a grenade went off four feet from him causing him to lose hearing in his right ear and hes slightly blind in his right eye. Hes currently the next person to be seen by the teller as hes standing in front of two young men, one is African-American and other is Latin American. The two young men are together as friends; theyre conversing as theyre standing in front of an elderly African-American woman. The two young men are saying, Jamal says, YO! Did ya see Poof last night? That shit was cray, bruh!

Jimmy says, Yo my nig, that show is my fuckin shit. Remembered the part where he had a watermelon eatin contest and he said, Mmmmm hmmmm! Tese melon be juicy like cracker bitches fake tits. Jamal says, YOOOOOO! Hahahahahahahahahaha! That shit was cray! Dude funny as shit, yo! Jimmy says, Yo, wassup up with this slow ass nigga behind the counter. Motherfucker act like he dont kno how to count n shit. Jamal says, I know bruh! I got sum cake waitin for me. Jimmy says, That big booty bitch around the corner from us? Jamal says, Yup! Ya kno what it is! Jimmy says, She got a friend? Jamal says, Ya kno I got ya. Her friend be in to Rican dudes. I told you I got, my nigga. Jimmy says, Good look my nigga! The Elderly Woman says, Excuse me, boys, could you two calm down with the profanity? Jamal says, Iight. Jimmy says, Shit, old people dont kno how to chill till ya put their asses in an old folks home. Andrew is standing at the head of the line as hes wearing a look of anger as his eyebrows are frowned as hes grinding his teeth together. Hes still waiting to be seen by the next teller. Lets move our focus onto another young man who is being seen by the teller; an African-American young man that goes by the name, Roman Howard. He just recently graduated from Harvard University with a doctorate degree. His reasoning for being here today is to check his account. The Teller says, Please swipe your card, sir. Roman swipes his debit card and the teller presses a few buttons on her computer and then looks up at Roman wearing a big smile as shes saying, How can I help you, Mr. Howard? Roman says, I just want to check my account balance. The Teller says, No problem, Mr. Howard. Give me five second. The teller strokes a few keys then looks up to Roman and then says, You have five hundred fifty dollars and ten cents in your account.

Romans jaw drops in awe as his face grows pale, he then says, This cant be right. There should be five thousands dollar in my account. I dont understand. That money was sent to me by my father in Philly. Thats my relocation money. The Teller says, I am sorry, Mr. Howard, there arent any recent transactions in your account. Roman says, This is some bullshit! The Teller says, Excuse me? Roman says, Something is wrong, there is suppose to be money in my account on every first Monday of the month. Something is wrong with your system. Check again please. The Teller says, The system is up to date. I dont know what to tell you, sir. Roman places his face into his hands as his elbows are sitting on the counter. He releases a scream into his hands. He brings his face up from his hands with watery eyes. He says to the teller, What am I going to do? I just graduate last week and that was all I had to my name. Something must be wrong with your system, really. The Teller says, Sir, there isnt anything wrong with the system. There arent any recent transactions with your account. I dont know what more to tell you. Roman inhales then exhales with frustration in his body movements as he intensely stares the teller into her blue eyes; he then says, Can I see your manager? The Teller says, Sure Mr. Howard. Ill give him a ring. Can you please go have a seat? Roman walks away from the teller in such defeat and sorrow manner. Thoughts are racing through his mind wondering about whats he going to do and if college was a good idea to attend. Roman bypasses Andrew who is still waiting to be seen by the next available teller. Jimmy and Jamal are yelling to one another, saying, Jamal says, YO! My nigga! He screamed, Feet dont fail me now! Jimmy says, That nigga is funny as shit. I bet ya Poof is a real ass nigga. Jamal says, Nigga! The Elderly Woman says, STOP IT! Please! I did not put up with being hosed, beating, and arrested for you two to make a mockery of a future myself and Martin Luther fought for. Jimmy says, Ya talkin to us, granny? What does Luther Vandeross got to do with hosin shit? Jamal says, Nigga, she said Martin Luther. MLK, yo! Jimmy says, The holiday? Thats a real person, nig?

The Elderly Woman says, Was. Was a real person! Please do not disrespect his name or legacy. Jamal says, Chill old lady, nobody aint doin shit. The Elderly Woman says, Excuse me? Jamal says, Ya hurd me. Andrew turns to the young men to say, Watch your mouth and respect your elders, please. Jamal says, Yo! What did this nigga says to be, bruh. Andrew says, One, Im nobodys nigger and Im not your nigger. Two, if you have something to say to me then say it to me. Speak to me like a man not a boy. Jimmy says, Ya gonna let him disrespect ya like that, Maully? Jamal says, Naw fuck that! The Teller yells out, Next. Andrew says, Hold that thought please. Andrew calmly walks toward the counter to a male teller. The teller says, Hi! How can I help you? Andrew says, I want to deposit this check into my account please. The Teller says, Can you endorse and fingerprint the check? Identification as well please. Andrew signs the back of the check and then fingerprints the check by dipping his thumb onto a black ink pad and then presses his thumb onto the center of the check. Andrew hands the teller his identification and signed check. The teller says, Thank you. Give me a few minutes. Andrew says, No problem. Take your time. Andrew notices a Poof pin on the lapel of the tellers suit jacket. Andrew smirks then says, Whats that on your collar? The teller looks down at his lapel and then smiles while saying, The Amazing Poof. This is my favorite TV show! Do you like the show? Andrew says, No. It looks dumb. Dont you think that is a bit offensive to wear in the work place and also by you being a White male? The teller says, Nah. This is no bigger.

Andrew smirks then says, Hm. Oh. Okay. Minutes pass and the teller looks up at Andrew and utters, Oh. Andrew says, Something wrong? The Teller says, Um sir, your check just bounced. Andrew says, Come again? The Teller says, Your check isnt going through in our system. Andrew says, This check is from the U.S. Treasury. How could that be possible? The Teller says, I dont know, sir. It is not going through. Andrew says, Sensational. Thank youuuu, Uncle Sam. The Teller says, Excuse me, sir? Andrew says, Nothing, nothing at all. May I have my check back please? The teller hands Andrew his check and Andrew looks the young man into his eyes then says, Thank you. Thank you very much. Enjoy your week. The Teller says, You too, sir. And sorry about that. Andrew walks away from the teller as hes ripping up his check. Hes bypassing Jamal and Jimmy as theyre giving him angry stares and Jimmy says, Look at this bitch as nigga. Broke as shit, yo. Andrew sighs as he nods his head and then calmly utters, Fuck this. Andrew turns around then leaps forward only to chop Jamal into his throat with his left hand. Jamal falls to the floor as Andrew punches Jimmy into his face with his right fist. Jimmy instantly falls to the floor and Andrew sits on top of him as hes bashing his fist into Jimmys face. As hes bashing his fist into Jimmys face, the elderly lady smiles as she watches on, Roman, Denise, and everybody else in the bank watches on. Andrew is yelling, Ive serviced my country and this is what I come home to, a bunch of people yelling nigga and fucking praising a fucking Uncle Tom. How is this okay? Why are people so comfortable with ignorance and pass that off as the new normal. Mother fuckers like you get the shit beat out of in the corp. I come home only to be treated like a piece of shit by the people I fought so hard for. I refuse to come home and be disrespected by ignorant fuckers like you! How is being a nigger or coon or a stereotype are all okay by society? HOW?! HOW?! *ZZZZZZZZSSSSSTTTT!*

The security guard of the bank teases Andrew on the back of his neck. Andrew falls to the ground twitching as he slowly closes his eyes as tears works its way up into the corner of his eyes. The security guard places handcuffs onto Andrews risk as hes still twitching. Andrew is being pulled up from the floor with calming thoughts during this raging moment. He thinks, What have I just become? Did I really allow them to pull me into their boorish buffoonery behavior? This isnt who I am. How did I just lose myself within a few seconds of frustration? I am better than this. Am I? As Andrew is being dragged out of the bank the elderly woman looks at Andrew only to say, You did the right thing, young man. May God bless you, baby. Jimmy is passed out on the floor bleeding from his nose, mouth, and lips as Jamal is still on the floor holding his throat, choking. Roman and Denise continue to watch on in awe as this tale faints to blackGod is Dead! God is Dead! God is Dead! Long Live The Resurrection Men! Long Live The Resurrection Men! Long Live The Resurrection Men! Heaven will fall This is how this grand tale of Year One for The Amazing Poof ends, in the rebirth of dark times; theyre coming. I like to thank you all for joining myself, my young Concept Men, and through this wonderful journey. We will see you all again for another tale of Song & Dance. May and peace be with you all. Until next time, cheers!