returning for a reading of race war.

Jose Nino, how you doing Jose?

I'm doing quite fine, Pete.

Thank you for having me on again.

Yep, it's been a while since I've done,

caught up on race war holidays or they kick everyone's

ass but yeah we are into chapter five and yeah nothing's really improving at all.

Can you, isn't it amazing?

Oh man, let's just get going on this.

Hold on.

All right, get this shared.

All right, I'm just going to jump in.

I'm going to start reading.

We're, we're, I, unless you plan on being here three hours we're not going to get this this

whole chapter done but at least let's get some of it done because we are now at

chapter five titled because we're now at Chapter 5, titled, a student riot, and a mayoral election.

So it's another day at the office.

Oh, yeah, this is another day of inner city multiculturalism all the fun stuff so all right I'll

start reading and stop whenever you want the big brown ultimobile sedan turned right off 3rd Avenue and headed east on 88 Street toward Gracie Mansion.

For Albert Shanker and the other UFT officials, it was a familiar scene. The newsman were waiting as the

union president crossed East End Avenue and steered his car past the iron gates

that shielded the mayor from the everyday bizarre happenings of the city.

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