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James "DIABLO" DeWitt is a big fat LIAR!
Cassie:
It turns out you were right all along about Mr. Dewitt's too-good-to-be-true lead on that new Broadway musical.
Dear lord. I’m writing this being driven BACK to Freehold by a kindly trucker. If all goes as planned and we’re not followed, I should be back in Freehold by nightfall, and will rejoin working on Mr. King’s campaign.
MR. JAMES (aka DIABLO) DEWITT is a LIAR and WHITE SLAVE TRAFFICKER and must be stopped. I am lucky to have escaped his evil plans!!
Having taken the flight MR. JAMES (aka DIABLO) DEWITT had arranged for me, I was met at the JFK Airport yesterday afternoon by a driver holding up a shabby piece of cardboard with my (misspelled) name scrawled on it. Instead of a proper chauffeur’s uniform, this weathered man wore faded and somewhat ragged clothes. Innocently, I thought this might be the latest in Grunge Chic. How wrong I was.
I was lead to a van with BLACKED OUT WINDOWS. Again, I still suspected nothing amiss. We all know that theater is a “dying art” and a “labor of love”…and I thought the producer was merely cutting costs on his new play where he could. I was proud to do my part to keep the budget down, and did not object when I was somewhat FORCIBLY thrust into the darkness of the van.
I was not alone. Surrounding me were young men of what sounded like various, non-English-speaking nationalities. They seemed quiet and cowed. One of them offered to share a greasy bowl of rice with me, but I declined.
Well! The theater we were taken to was on Broadway, alright……in HARLEM! We were hustled through the stage door of the Gaiety Burlesque Theater, stripped of our clothing and possessions, smeared with a terrible-smelling walnut-colored oil, and forced into skimpy loincloths. And the “musical” we were forced to dance in was nothing like Oklahoma, as MR. JAMES (aka DIABLO) DEWITT had described it. Entitled Oklahomo, it consisted of we “Indians” being chased about the stage (and worse) by bullwhip-wielding “cowboys” clad only in leather chaps.
But even worse was yet to come. After enduring five performances of this travesty of a musical, we were then hustled off to a highway REST STOP, where I slowly grasped we were expected to work as sort of glorified “bathroom attendants” until dawn.
I had seen enough! Knowing my public image and acting career would be forever tainted by any association with scandal (or with the cheaply-produced Oklahomo), I managed to wriggle through a small window (the body oil helped) and escape into the night. I lost my moccasins in the dark but found a child-sized corduroy playsuit on a wash line to cover myself.
I stumbled along the highway, hiding from oncoming headlights. At the next rest stop, after several failed negotiations with DISHONEST men that all culminated in broken promises, I at last struck a deal with a trucker heading west.
I am sickened by the blatant lies MR. JAMES (aka DIABLO) DEWITT told, and exposed me - - no, DELIVERED ME - - to such scandal and endangerment in this way. He has sullied my name in “The Profession”!
I will tell you more when I get home. I hope you’ve been released. I’m sorry I abandoned you in your hour of need…but it all sounded okay!
MR. JAMES (aka DIABLO) DEWITT has hurt both you, Mr. King and I by setting this sordid trap…and must be made to pay!
It turns out you were right all along about Mr. Dewitt's too-good-to-be-true lead on that new Broadway musical.
Dear lord. I’m writing this being driven BACK to Freehold by a kindly trucker. If all goes as planned and we’re not followed, I should be back in Freehold by nightfall, and will rejoin working on Mr. King’s campaign.
MR. JAMES (aka DIABLO) DEWITT is a LIAR and WHITE SLAVE TRAFFICKER and must be stopped. I am lucky to have escaped his evil plans!!
Having taken the flight MR. JAMES (aka DIABLO) DEWITT had arranged for me, I was met at the JFK Airport yesterday afternoon by a driver holding up a shabby piece of cardboard with my (misspelled) name scrawled on it. Instead of a proper chauffeur’s uniform, this weathered man wore faded and somewhat ragged clothes. Innocently, I thought this might be the latest in Grunge Chic. How wrong I was.
I was lead to a van with BLACKED OUT WINDOWS. Again, I still suspected nothing amiss. We all know that theater is a “dying art” and a “labor of love”…and I thought the producer was merely cutting costs on his new play where he could. I was proud to do my part to keep the budget down, and did not object when I was somewhat FORCIBLY thrust into the darkness of the van.
I was not alone. Surrounding me were young men of what sounded like various, non-English-speaking nationalities. They seemed quiet and cowed. One of them offered to share a greasy bowl of rice with me, but I declined.
Well! The theater we were taken to was on Broadway, alright……in HARLEM! We were hustled through the stage door of the Gaiety Burlesque Theater, stripped of our clothing and possessions, smeared with a terrible-smelling walnut-colored oil, and forced into skimpy loincloths. And the “musical” we were forced to dance in was nothing like Oklahoma, as MR. JAMES (aka DIABLO) DEWITT had described it. Entitled Oklahomo, it consisted of we “Indians” being chased about the stage (and worse) by bullwhip-wielding “cowboys” clad only in leather chaps.
But even worse was yet to come. After enduring five performances of this travesty of a musical, we were then hustled off to a highway REST STOP, where I slowly grasped we were expected to work as sort of glorified “bathroom attendants” until dawn.
I had seen enough! Knowing my public image and acting career would be forever tainted by any association with scandal (or with the cheaply-produced Oklahomo), I managed to wriggle through a small window (the body oil helped) and escape into the night. I lost my moccasins in the dark but found a child-sized corduroy playsuit on a wash line to cover myself.
I stumbled along the highway, hiding from oncoming headlights. At the next rest stop, after several failed negotiations with DISHONEST men that all culminated in broken promises, I at last struck a deal with a trucker heading west.
I am sickened by the blatant lies MR. JAMES (aka DIABLO) DEWITT told, and exposed me - - no, DELIVERED ME - - to such scandal and endangerment in this way. He has sullied my name in “The Profession”!
I will tell you more when I get home. I hope you’ve been released. I’m sorry I abandoned you in your hour of need…but it all sounded okay!
MR. JAMES (aka DIABLO) DEWITT has hurt both you, Mr. King and I by setting this sordid trap…and must be made to pay!
As soon as mr. King is mayor, I will sue him because of the role he played in framing me, and you can sue him for slave trafficking.
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