Part 42 (1/2)

Igor smiled to himself as he glanced at the clock.

Diana would be back by now. Time to give her a call.

He sat down at his desk and dialed the phone.

”Thought I'd find you in. I've just been thinking about our little project and taking a lot of comfort from it.”

He listened briefly, then said, ”Just thought it was too bad that most young folks waste their efforts so. Not like those two young women upstairs. They are exceptions.”

Listening again, he answered, ”Yes, they are good friends and just as upset as me over the SmurFF fiasco. Well, we have begun something that will have an effect for some time to come.”. . .

”Me? I'm tickled pink to have had a part in an endeavor which, in the Baconian sense, allows, '. . .a kind of wild justice' to prevail. . .

”Well, yes, I am still angry at the way Dan Field acted when the students came to him on your behalf, Diana. This guy claimed to be so strong for human rights, claimed to represent the blacks and other down-trodden and he c.r.a.pped out. No doubt about it, he had the position and the clout to have stopped this thing in its tracks. He was the administrations's visible token black.

”And that brother in the EEOC. Surely, as head honcho, he should have checked the facts before blindly bowing to political pressure. . .

”Well yes, thank you. I, Igor have made up for both of those Oreos.

I have made Afro-Americanism stand for something positive at Belmont.”

Smiling now, he reviewed with her the culmination of the combined efforts of those two women upstairs, Diana and himself.