A Black friend is reading the Bell Curve right now. Very bright guy. He's an accountant who writes a lot of poetry and has written a few strange ass plays. He's grew up in a Chicago housing project and now works on some of the biggest private development projects in the city. Rabid liberitatian but I I'm still fond of him.

Any way he's a man who has a broad perspective on life and his summery of the Bell Curve is that it seems plausable and well thought out. He admits to knowing little about genetics. I thought it interesting that he took it that way with all the fury I've heard over that book.

It's a strange day when Francis is reading The Bell Curve and my friend Paul is reading Mein Kamph both sitting across from each other on the shop couches, everyone feeling very safe to engage in some real talk. I'm probably on some kind of list, better the FBI than the Southern Poverty Law Center.