On the weekends, Dad would... «The Pale-Faced Lie»

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  22 января 2022

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  On the weekends, Dad would tell me to get into the car, and we’d drive to Belen to check on the cigarette machines he leased. As we refilled them and collected the money, he would say, “Ignorant Indians and Mexicans are paying me to wreck their health. You’d never catch a Cherokee doing it. When I was in the Q, I did autopsies on smokers who had black lungs. I always knew cigarettes were bad.”

  Dad would blurt out things like this when were alone. By that point, I’d figured out pieces of his story from listening in. He never mentioned the Q in front of my siblings, but he talked to me about it as though I knew everything.

  “Pay attention, David—I’ll teach you how to make money off other people’s idiocy. It’s the easiest money you’ll ever make.”

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