"Corn for De Crow!"
Huddled in the 'Cell' awaiting the arrival of a 'Senior Police Officer', the prisoner 'Amos DeCrow' sat nursing the bruises he had received as a result of the rough treatment inflicted by those who had taken him into custody, two of those who HAD dealt with the actual arrest and had accompanied 'Amos' to the 'Police Station, were now frantically trying to locate the other 'Agents' involved in his capture since they were beginning to have some serious doubts about their wisdom in treating him the way they did, they had better get their stories right because 'Amos' was not quite the 'Run of the Mill' type of 'Black' citizen they were used to dealing with, his 'Credentials' (having been checked out) revealed that he was a highly respected and important member of the society he represented in the 'Government Departments' of 'The Royal Borough of Kensington.
'Amos DeCrow' was certainly NOT used to being addressed as a 'Black Bastard' and moreover, he was NOT accustomed to being physically abused, such treatment was never tolerated in the 'Officer's Mess' of the 'Albany Barracks' where 'Amos' had recently been stationed in the 'Regimental Headquarters' as a 'Captain' in 'The Queen's Royal Hussars', he had recently been selected for certain 'Ambassadorial Duties' overseas and was actually enjoying a brief respite from his duties before being posted overseas once more.
'Amos' was quite looking forward to the challenges he would be facing on his next 'Assignment', an accomplished 'Linguist', he was to be posted to 'India' there to negotiate certain matters concerning the 'Patwa Caste' of that nation, he was rather amused when the thought came to him that the word 'Patwa' was usually associated with 'Jamaican Patois' (or 'Patwa') which is a language (of sorts) adopted by many 'Jamaicans' particularly when they wish to converse with each other with a degree of privacy.
It was with THESE thoughts in his mind that he uttered the statement which led to the assault upon him, some sympathy might be afforded to the 'Agent' who misinterpreted what 'Amos' had actually said BUT, there was little need for the violent reaction that followed such a misinterpretation, nor can there be ANY reasonable excuse for it, after all, for as much as 'Amos' passed that which he considered to be a perfectly valid observation, he was merely practising (in a small way) one or two words which MIGHT be used by one conversion in 'Patois'.
The door to the 'Cell' swung open and a fairly elderly chap was ushered in, he was a man of about 75 years of age and had apparently committed the crime of "Putting me Toe behind" (as he explained to 'Amos'} a young 'Lout' who was passing lewd remarks to a couple of young 'Schoolgirls' as they made their way homeward, unfortunately for the elderly chap, a 'Police Officer' happened to see the incident, he immediately arrested him and advised the young 'Lout' to press charges for 'Assault' and was treated to a volley of 'Home Truths' for his pains.
'Andy' (the elderly chap), stood smilingly before 'Amos' and offered him his hand in friendship, the gesture was received amicably and it was not long before the two 'Prisoners' were engaged in a conversation which they BOTH found quite amusing, particularly when 'Andy' learned of the background of his companion, more so when they compared their 'Military Experiences'.
Back in the days of 'National Service', when it was 'Compulsory' for young men to put their 'Career Choices' on hold in order to 'Do their Bit' for 'Queen and Country' and enlist in the 'Armed Forces', 'Andy' found himself (after a period of basic training) billeted on 'Dartmoor' as an attached 'Army Catering Corps' private to a regiment of 'Dragoon Guards' which were shortly to be posted in 'Germany', 'Andy' was not particularly enamoured with the prospect, he had a lovely young girlfriend and missed her companionship, it was a frosty night and he was cold and miserable as he rubbed the ice from a pane of glass in his billet. on sudden impulse, he donned his 'Greatcoat' and made off into the frosty night.
For 'Thirty Five Years' our reluctant soldier managed to survive the rigours of his 'Self Imposed Exile', it would be quite pointless to actually give an account of his movements during the period of those passing years, his adventures were so varied that it would require volumes to describe them BUT, there IS a rather amusing fact which deserves a mention.
At the age of 'Fifty Four', after such a long and adventurous lifestyle, 'Andy' decided that he would like to be able to 'Join' the rest of society and considered the prospect of settling down to a regular job, however, not wishing to tempt fate, he allowed his younger brother (Three years Junior) to deliver himself up to 'Caledonian Road Police Station' (Near Pentonville Prison) and confess to his avoidance of 'Military Service', at this point, 'Amos' gave a "Whoop!" of laughter as he remarked, "You surely did not want to take any chances mate" and he rolled back in his chair, "That is JUST what the 'Sergeant' said to my younger Brother" replied 'Andy' (wiping a tear from his eye as he also laughed) "But THAT was after my Brother had told him that I was waiting outside, ready to 'Do a Runner' if HE was arrested".
The 'Spyhole' in the 'Cell' door rattled and an inquisitive eye peered in, it was not usual to hear such humour from the 'Holding Cell', more often than not the 'Prisoner' would be staring at the walls counting bricks or biting their fingernails and such 'Good Humour' was always an indication of 'Innocence', yet another torment for the 'Agents' as they awaited the appearance of the 'Chief Inspector'.
'Amos' had a completely different 'Military Background', he was a 'Professional Soldier' and had sought his 'Commission' as a 'Right' (due to him on account of his own educational merits), he readily ventured the opinion that 'Conscription' was NOT the best of choices for a modern army, that the practice of placing young 'Boy Soldiers' in the 'Firing Line' (as had happened in the days when the 'Mau Mau' were a serious problem in 'Kenya', Or the 'Murder Mile' in 'Nicosia' where young 'Boys' were sent to their deaths at the behest of 'Politicians' and the hidden agendas which attended such actions), he was also rather dismissive of the manner in which recent conflicts had been 'Engineered' for precisely the same reasons, he had recently 'Resigned' his 'Commission' on account of such issues as the conflicts in the 'Middle East' and was now engaged in a more worthwhile enterprise which might (in some way) alleviate the stress and rectify some of the wrongdoings in pursuit of 'Modern' campaigns.
It was during this latter discussion that 'Chief Inspector Patrick Muldoon' opened the 'Cell' and announced himself, he had been listening to the latter conversation and the content of it summoned memories of his OWN experiences in days gone by, he immediately felt a strong affinity towards 'Amos', he was well acquainted with the horrors of 'Racism' and had himself endured the hostilities of those who (under instructions from their 'Superiors' had often relished the opportunity of imposing harsh treatment upon the almost defenceless).
'Chief Inspector Patrick Muldoon' will no doubt prove to be a fairer judge of these two prisoners plight's, than those who have dealt with them thus far.