Unfair Discrimination

A committee of creditors hires 3J, one of whom is the leader of a White Nationalist organization on the government’s domestic terrorist list. When the member realizes he will not get paid back everything he is owed, he blames 3J, a black attorney, and opposing counsel, a Jewish attorney. How far will the hater go to get paid back and what steps will he take to do so in the name of White Nationalism?

Here is an excerpt from the book, a flashback to 3J’s teenage years in New Orleans. Enjoy.

A thirteen-year-old girl and her father sat on the front porch of his small, one-story, clapboard house he rented in the Tremé neighborhood of New Orleans. Originally from the Lower Ninth Ward, her father had moved to Tremé when her parents divorced. Since the divorce, the girl and her sister split time between the Lower Ninth and Tremé. The house was blocks from the Louis Armstrong Park and sat on land originally part of a plantation serviced by New Orleans slaves and later developed into the oldest Black neighborhood in New Orleans and perhaps in America.

After the divorce, her mother and father took divergent paths as they tried to carve out new lives as single adults splitting the tasks of raising two kids. Her mother turned to the church for guidance and comfort. Her father turned away. Life lessons the girl received from her parents often conflicted because of their differing points of view.

The girl was lanky, although she was not uncomfortable in her own skin like other teenagers. She was attractive but quickly moving from attractive to striking: hazel eyes, clear skin, high cheekbones. She had an athletic build that she put to good use running track and playing soccer as a high school freshman. She was also intelligent and willing to study. She stayed out of trouble, as much as a teenager could in New Orleans, and she was quiet and thoughtful when she spoke.

Her father looked tired. Very tired. He started his shift at the factory at four in the morning and volunteered for extra hours when workers called in sick. He’d worked twelve hours that day in the heat and humidity of the New Orleans late spring. Later in the afternoon, a series of thunderstorms rolled through the city. But rather than cooling it down, the rain just provided more moisture — fuel for the humidity that was the Deep…

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Mark Shaiken - author | retired lawyer | photog

Author of the 3J legal thriller series set in Kansas City: "The gold standard of modern legal thrillers." http://markshaikenauthor.com