Go Ask Naomi Campbell When She’s Ten Feet Tall

Black people figure in here, whether in the full context of 9 East 71st Street, Nebraska, or Little Saint James, or Greater Saint James.

Just ask Naomi Campbell.

Or Roosevelt’s Campobella, or Broadway, or Wall Street, or Unesco.

Or tampon.

Or, in the parlance of Teddy Roosevelt, tarpon.

Imo, seeing black people, was stunned out of his fricken’ mind. Imo had only before seen pasty-faces, and that was bad enough. Imo had stared into the eye of the hawk, in hunger, among swoon, to sweep, to rise above, a rock and a hard place, as a pantaloon, a platoon, on patrol for a pantaloon.