“If it means saving countless thousands of lives, yes.” Daggat spoke as though he were lecturing a child. “Each day the war continues brings a hundred deaths. The blacks will eventually win in South Africa. A foregone conclusion. It is the manner in which they win that is important. Hiram Lusana is not a murderous psychopath like Idi Amin was. He has assured me that when he becomes Prime Minister, the only major change he seeks is equal rights for South Africa’s black people. All democratic principles the present government was founded upon will remain in effect.”

“How can you be fool enough to accept the word of a criminal?” asked Loren.

“Hiram Lusana grew up in one of the worst slums in the nation,” Daggat continued patiently. “His father deserted his mother and nine children when he was eight. I don’t expect you to understand what it’s like to pimp for your own sisters in order to put food on the table, Congresswoman Smith. I don’t expect you even to imagine living in a fifth-floor tenement with newspapers stuffed in the cracks to keep out blowing snow, with overflowing toilets because there is no water, with

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an army of rats waiting to scavenge when the sun goes down. If crime is your only means to exist, then you embrace it with open arms. Yes, Lusana was a criminal. But when his opportunity came to rise above the filth, he snatched it and turned his energies toward fighting the very circumstances that cursed him.”

“Then why play God in Africa?” Loren said defiantly. “Why doesn’t he fight to improve conditions for blacks in his own country?”

“Because Hiram fervently believes our race must have a firm base to rise from. The Jews look with pride toward Israel; you Anglo-Saxons have a rich British heritage. Our homeland, on the other hand, is still struggling to emerge from a primitive society. It’s no secret the blacks who have taken over most of Africa have made an unholy mess of it. Hiram Lusana is our one hope to steer the black race in the right direction. He is our Moses and South Africa is our Promised Land.”

“Aren’t you overly optimistic?”

Daggat looked at her. “Optimistic?”

“According to the latest military reports from South Africa, their Defence Forces crossed into Mozambique and destroyed the AAR and its headquarters.”

“I read the same reports,” said Daggat, “and nothing has changed. A temporary setback, perhaps; nothing more. Hiram Lusana is still alive. He will raise a new army, and I intend to do all in my power to aid him.”

“Amen, brother,” Felicia added.