The figure came down slowly to light on the platform in front of the crowd. The crowd all gasped when they saw who it was. It was Morgana, a witch fro... the dark country to the far north of here. "Let me see the child!" she cackled. The Queen refused at first, pulling the child back. But our Queen is nothing if not gracious, so she allowed Morgana to view the baby cautiously. "A very pretty child," Morgana said, "TOO pretty!" And Morgana began her incantation and cast her spell on the poor. He nodded acknowledging her service. Then he ate the soup, and the muffins. He washed it down with the complimentary water, and the coffee.When he finished, he took the check in his hand, left a dollar tip and walked to the cashier. He was second in line when a young black thug pushed past him. The kid held a butcher’s knife in his right hand as he threatened the cashier.“Gimme all your money,” he said.“You doing that all wrong,” the hairy old man said to him.“What?” the kid said.“You are doing. I hope you are not angry with me."It was a few seconds before Roger could answer. The closest grocery store was two and a half miles from his house. Roger would never have considered walking to the grocery store."No, I'm not angry. I just didn't expect you to walk to the store." It was not far." OK, I'll be home around seven o'clock. Do you have everything that you need?"Lie assured him that she did and Roger hung up the phone. The door to his office opened. May, his receptionist, accountant,. She was androgynous looking and reminded me of the famous Mexican artist and activist, Frieda Kahlo. By the time the meeting began there was an eclectic and racially mixed crowd of thirty five people in the room.The first several people to speak were relatives of young people who had been killed by Chicago police and their anguish was heartbreaking to hear. At the conclusion of the three hour meeting, a vote was taken to start a new organization to not only confront the epidemic of police.