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First published January 1, 1998
When he stood outside himself – as he did most of the time, being an authentic objective – he compared himself to a house cat: ordinary, invisible, the most efficient hunter in civilization.
News reporter: “We’ve got unconfirmed reports of clashes between whites and Negroes throughout the city since early yesterday evening. Shouldn’t the department be keeping some officers in reserve in case of a full-scale disturbance?”
Police spokesman: “Clashes are nothing new. We’ve got a lot of people up from the Jim Crow South working side by side with colored employees in the plants. We’ve been handling the brawls pretty well so far.”
Reporter: “Two weeks ago the KKK launched a full-scale strike at the Packard plant because three Negroes were promoted. The army had to be brought in to investigate. It doesn’t sound like the police handled that one at all.”
Police spokesman: “The police aren’t going anywhere, Ray. We’ll be right here in town if the Civil War breaks out all over again. Meanwhile we’ve got a psycho killer to put behind bars.”
Reporter: “Version I heard was you gave orders to shoot to kill.”
Police spokesman: You said that, I didn’t.”
At Michigan, he was held up through two light changes by a procession of cars headed for Jefferson, part of a publicized memorial service on Belle Isle for the victims of the riots. It included rattletrap touring cars fills with armband-wearing members of Reverend White’s church and officials Otis Saunders Double V Committee, a Negro community group. Cadillacs and Lincolns containing the junior league wives of automobile manufacturers … and a couple in a battered Model A, colored kid with a face that looked like it was still healing from the events of last month, and his pretty light-colored girlfriend, both dressed in black. Zagreb felt vaguely certain he’d met the young man recently.
It bothered him, not that it should have. He came into contact with so many people in the course of an investigation; nobody could expect him to remember them all. They didn’t all look alike to him. He prided himself on that.