And now there was a veritable Babel of voices pouring from the television set in a deluge of conflicting invective that rose higher and higher in volume and passion.
“Instead of maintaining their ridiculous posture of…”
“There are black cops, too, you know. I don’t see any of them…”
“Would you come forward if…?”
“You’re asking them to be rats.”
“It’s not informing if the person…”
“Milagros was in custody!”
“He’s a criminal!”
“So are the cops who beat him up!”
“A murderer!”
“… almost killed him!”
“He’s black!”
“Here we go,” Kling said.
“That’s why they beat him up!”
“Hang on, honey,” Sharyn said.
Together, they huddled against the angry voices.
At last, Kling said, “Wanna dance?”
