Guess Whose Coming to Dinner (Results to Player Action)

***DeAnna*** · 03-12-2010, 08:57 PM

(( DISCLAIMER: yes, William Cahill is a racist ... though his story is far from two dimensional. Please accept that the opinions of our npc DO NOT reflect the opinions of MGP or it's members. This is a work of fiction. If you can pretend to be a vampire and deal with the horrors of that maturely we also hope you can deal with racisim similarly. ))

The sun had just set when a black four door sedan pulled up to the residence of Mr. William J. Cahill. Men in suits exited each door and smiling they acended the steps quietly and knocked.

The inner door came open and a Jamieson, Mr. Cahill's most dedicated servant, answered, "Good Eve..." He hesitated. The words caught in his throat as he noticed the literature in their arms and the bold letters in 36pt font that read "NAACP" Jamieson swallowed. "Evening... Gentlemen, how can I help you?"

The men regarded their fellow african american with kind smiles, "Good evening brother, we're here to see a Mr. William J. Cahill. Is he in?"

Jamieson didn't know what to do. In all his many years of service NEVER had anyone from such a prestigeous group ever graced the door of William J. Cahill... least of all for the obvious reason that the man was a bigot of the worst kind and was seemingly blissfully unaware of just how terrible he sounded every time he opened his damn mouth.

"Um..." Cahill's ghoul knew he couldn't deny them access, that wouldn't be acceptable... but inside he dreaded how badly this might go for the men who had come with such good intentions. "Yes... please, come inside and make yourselves comfortable in the parlor. I'll go see if Mr. Cahill is free."

With that, Jamieson gave each man a seat, offered them drinks and went to fetch his domitor, convientantly leaving out who had arrived to see him. He prayed silently this wouldn't end in blood.

***Madhatterr*** · 03-12-2010, 09:00 PM

Cahill arches an eyebrow at Jamieson.

"What do you mean they're in my parlor?" he asks. The ghouls stutters, not able to look into Cahill's eyes. "Damn boy, I'll take care of this myself."

Cahill strides into the room, head held high and looks around at the collection of people in his parlor.

"So, boys, why are you here and what is it you need?"

***DeAnna*** · 03-12-2010, 09:04 PM

"Mr. Cahill," A pleasantly plump gentleman stood up and extended his hand to William. "It's such a pleasure and an honor to meet the generous man behind the most incredible donation you've made to our cause. I'm Gary Johnson and I and my friends are here in response to your invitation for dinner and to thank you for your immensely kind donation to the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People."

Behind Gary the other men stand, one speaks up, "I'm Henry Woodson, and Gary speaks for all of us... really it was quite a shock to recieve your check earlier this week and your invitation for dinner. We're honored to join you and, perhaps discuss, where your money is going to help our cause."

***Madhatterr*** · 03-12-2010, 09:10 PM

Cahill's face contorts with anger as the man speaks.

"I'm afraid you are quite mistaken sir, not only did I not make any donation. What is this organization of yours? Advancement of Colored People? Advancement to what sir?"

***DeAnna*** · 03-12-2010, 09:13 PM

The men all look to one another, obviously confused. "Well..." Gary chuckles nervously as some of the other men dig through their literature. "The mission of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People is to ensure the political, educational, social, and economic equality of rights of all persons and to eliminate racial hatred and racial discrimination. A cause, which I'm sure you'll agree, is a worthy one."

Henry offers Mr. Cahill a pamplet. The others wait to see the old man's reaction.

***Madhatterr*** · 03-12-2010, 09:18 PM

"Oh my dear Lord and Savior in Heaven," Cahill says letting out a long sigh.

"You are one confused colored sir," Cahill walks over to his desk, reaching across he picks up a large family bible. Turning around he begins thumbing through the pages.

"If you read the word of our Lord here, you will note it says quite specifically that the colored races are a lesser race. That it is the duty of every white man to care for your race.

Now I'm not in any way against you improving your lot in life, or seeking to better yourselves, but you seem to be confused that this bigotry you speak of is actually the love the white man has for God and for his duty to care for the lesser beasts God put on this world to be cared for."

***DeAnna*** · 03-12-2010, 09:28 PM

The four men's eyes go wide in collective unison. Gary loses it going immediately from happy to furious. "IS THIS SOME SORT OF JOKE?!?" He trembles. "You make a donation to get us to come out here looking for hand outs and praise and then you ... you... you throw this garbage at us! God made us all in his image and I will not stand here as you blaspheme and bend the word of the Lord to fit your crazed racist garbage!"

The three other men begin to move towards the door discreetly. Gary continues on, "You should be ashamed of yourself, Sir, ashamed! A man with your means should be able to afford some respect for his fellow man!"

***Madhatterr*** · 03-12-2010, 09:30 PM

"Now you see son, that is exactly what I'm talking about. We're having a civil discourse here, and there you go, letting your emotions run rampant.

You don't fit into society in a proper manner. Look at the streets out there, gangs of your children running around tearing things up like animals. All because my own race, much to my chagrin, has let yours down. Buying into this myth of equality, when every sane man knows this is a lie."

***DeAnna*** · 03-12-2010, 09:34 PM

Gary almost takes a swing at Cahill but his friends grab him. Tears are in his eyes, rage spilling over so much so that his information packets are forgotten about and left in a pile on the floor as he's dragged back to his car, screaming in righteous indignation.