Dickheads %#@!-talk huddled and single-file. First-world frat-boys and prairie
skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in this tiny
woman's shoes. Drink up and mumble your abuse. I'm still humbled by it all:

around the same time that i was riding with no hands, busting windows and
getting busy behind the sportsplex (with Labonte's older sister decked out in
her Speedos), Bella was flinching from the sting of a Depo Proveran "family

planning", her own Pearl Harbour and a holocaust spanning 25 years to the rest
of her life. A prison my country underwrote in paradise. And in the shadows of
Santa Cruz, she crossed her fingers behind her back. Built Suharto a Trojan

horse and lay still till the mother$#&@er sent her north where as night fell she
emerged with a box under her arm that held her pledge of allegiance and her
uniform. She laid it at the gates of the General's embassy and her whisper

echoed into dawn as she disappeared: The truth will set my people free.