“Come down off the cross, Congressman. You know it and I know it: Hiram Lusana is a rip-off artist. I’ve examined his FBI file. It reads like a biography of a Mafia hit man. Lusana spent half his life in prison for every crime from rape to assault, not to mention draft dodging and a plot to bomb the state capital of Alabama. After an extremely lucrative armored-car robbery, he went into the dope-peddling business and made

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a fortune. Then he skipped the country to beat paying taxes. I think you’ll agree he’s not exactly an all-American hero.”

“He was never legally charged with the armored-car holdup.”

Loren shrugged. “Okay, we’ll give him the benefit of the doubt on that one. But his other crimes hardly qualify him to lead aholy crusade to free the downtrodden masses.”

“What’s history is history,” Daggat said, pressing on. “Regardless of his shady past, Lusana is still our only hope of providing a stable government after the blacks take over the South African Parliament. You cannot deny that it is in the best interests of Americans to claim him as a friend.”

“Why back any side?”

Daggat’s eyebrow shot up. “Do I detect a leaning toward isolationism?”

“Look what it got us in Rhodesia,” continued Loren. “Within a few months after our former secretary of state’s ingenious plan to transfer white-minority rule to the black majority took effect, civil war broke out between the radical splinter factions and set the country’s progress back ten years. Can you promise that we won’t see a repeat performance when South Africa bows to the inevitable?”

Daggat did not like being forced into a corner by a woman, any woman. He came out of his chair and leaned across Loren’s desk. “If you do not throw your support to my proposal and the bill for aid which I intend to submit to the House, then, dear Congresswoman Smith, I fear you will be digging a grave so big and so deep for your political career that you may never get out in time for the next election.”

To Daggat’s amazement and anger, Loren broke out in laughter. “Good God, this is rich. Are you actually threatening me?”

“Fail to come out in favor of African nationalism and I can promise you the loss of every black vote in your district.”

“I don’t believe this.”

“You’d better, because you will also see rioting like you’ve never seen before in this country if we don’t stand solidly behind Hiram Lusana and the African Army of Revolution.”

“Where do you get your information?” Loren demanded.

“I’m black and I know.”

“You’re also full of shit,” Loren said. “I’ve conferred with hundreds of blacks in my district. They’re no different from any other American citizen. Each is concerned with high taxes, the rising costs of groceries

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