Police, Gators, and Son-in-Laws
____340 Gwendolyn Hoff
The book in question is not on top, but not on the bottom either.
If he would have sniffed January 24, the smell of a fresh pink eraser
lingers, the warmth of brand-new fingerprints hidden from the human
“This is it, officer. We can go.”
Lettie Golden has done her job.
………Sinclair Clavitt is doing his, laying out the facts and ramifications
of consistently breaking the law. “You are going to have to stop these
abortions. They are going to watch you like a hungry gator watches a bullfrog. And you will not treat white folk without havin’ a white wing in that hospital of yours. They have been lookin’ the other way,
I swear, but with this flap about the Sanders girl, that will stop. I know
enough about your, well, for the lack of another word, enemies, that
if they smell blood, your blood, you best check your back.”
“They’ve been after me for years, given up by now I ‘spect,
seein’ they got the other Negro doctors to turn they backs on my
“That might be true, about some, but some others that you
actually trust, may be quietly working against you.”
“What you talkin’ about?”
“Have you seen your son-in-law lately?”
“You mean, Franklin, no, but Laura says he’s been really busy.”
“Word has it that he’s been selling off property.”
“We’ve got to pay some back taxes, not to mention you and Mr.
Moore, keepin’ you busy too.”
“If you’re working at keepin’ us busy, now’s a good time to stop,”
sound advice from Sinclair Clavitt. He has taken to the 65-year-old,
doing his level best to make the doctor’s last years golden. His senior
partner, R. Worth Moore, specializes in courtroom action, leaving
the foot-soldierly duties to the younger man. But a day like today,
he could do without. “Okay, Alpha, I’m going to trust you on this.
You know what’s at stake. Just make sure you look both ways when
crossing the street.”