There was no way my trained mind could not have reacted the way it did to the covers on those pulp tabloids depicting Negro darling, Michael Jackson, and burnt-out, used-up „White“ renegade, Brooke Shields. There was just enough reactionary left in me to get my blood hot at that sight.
And immediately after the animal brain had subsided and the human intellect regained the upper hand, I remarked to my companion in the store check-out lane that here was a more worthy target for some of my comrades who lately have gotten themselves locked up for killing a few lowlifes.
„Send Them A Message“, as old George Corley Wallace used to say. The message would state that to dare use your celebrity status to set such an example for totally impressionable White youth would mean death.
—SIEGE, page 295