When I was a kid, my big brothers took me to an ancient
movie theatre in Times Square.
The theatre used to belong to upper class whites for their
plays and operas until it was taken over by black people with the minority
being Puerto Ricans.
There was so many people smoking marijuana and drinking
alcohol.
They shouted profanities when the lights dimmed and the
curtains parted. All was quiet when they saw the title of the movie: The Planet
Of The Apes. In the next seat, a black man looked at me and bared his teeth. I
felt his anger rise like a disturbance in The Force.
I felt fear for my life.
Fortunately, another black man saved me by shouting from the
balcony. “ Yo, Tyrone! There goes your mother!” The theater blew up with
laugher.
Martin Luther King and Richard Pryor would have been proud.
This has been another near death experience at the movies.
The end.
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