Kindle Edition Download from Apple iTunes (eBook) Amazon Read a Free Extended Sample of Little Jamaica @ www.vonmozar.com Google Barnes & Noble Category:  Crime Publisher: Waterbuck ISBN-10:  0954863011 Pages: 254 Copyright: Nov 5, 2008 ISBN-13: 9780954863012 Price: $2.99 (eBook) Whether it is Kingston Jamaica or Brixton London, crime is prevalent, Von Mozar's urban, street lit, masterpiece, Little Jamaica ponders the question; why? Based on true-life events of black British history, Little Jamaica fleetingly brings the reader on a vivid journey as it reveals the bitter race battles on the streets of Brixton, London. Little Jamaica depicts the blood-filled conflict between the black community and racists-whites that lasted for over three decades. After black people won the racist war, new battles erupted, sadly between black British and the Jamaican Yardies, then shockingly between an Islamic inspired criminal gang and every other non-Muslim criminal, fighting for total control. This deadly combination of intrigue and mayhem explodes onto the streets of Brixton bringing bloodshed and mourning, once again, for many families in England and Jamaica. Excerpt ‘Mi seh mi ah bad man!’ ‘Da’son, no!’ Da’son’s wife pulls away his huge shovel-like hand from the white man’s face, which has turned red from fear. Da’son’s little daughter grabs his leg and begins to cry. ‘Daddy no, please, Daddy no.’ Da’son looks down at his daughter; his rage settles instantly. He cuts his eye at the white man, kisses his teeth, then leads his daugh- ter and wife away. The spectators who witness the ending of the armshouse whisper amongst each other as Da’son walks past them with his family. ‘You see, that’s why white people think that we are all animals, because of ignorant black people like him.’ ‘True, true.’ Da’son hears the whispers and feels to explain why the armshouse began but cannot be bothered. He knows that these nose-in-the-air posh Jamaicans still wouldn’t care that this white man—who had too much to drink—shouted at his daughter, made her cry, and almost pushed her on the floor. Da’son approaches the white man and, using his best Queen’s English, and in a very respectful tone, says, ‘Excuse me, sir, what me daughter do to make you shout at her and almost push her on the floor?’ The white man replies with a drunken stutter, ‘Well, you should know...sir...that your kind should not be allowed in certain parts of the ship.’ As the white man ends his sentence he waves his finger towards Da’son’s daughter, and Da’son’s eyes fill with rage. He responds in his patois, not caring if the white man understands or not. ‘Ah weh yuh ah tark seh, fi mi kind?’ The white man obviously doesn’t understand Da’son’s thick Jamaican accent. ‘Your kind, sir,’ he slurs. ‘Negros. Niggers.’ A large vein pulses out of Da’son’s neck; his nose flares. No-one on his little island of Jamaica has ever called him a Negro or nigger and he takes this as a big disrespect. Exploding with rage, Da’son grabs the white man by his wrist and says, ‘Hey dutty johncrow, mine how yuh ah tark. Mi wi lick down yuh bloodclaat.’ The white man tries to pull away his arm, but Da’son has it gripped tighter than a vice. The fear seems to have sobered the white man a little; no more slurring. ‘You don’t scare me, you know. I can get the captain to arrest you and lock you down under the decks.’ Da’son lets go of the white man’s wrist, then points his finger towards him. ‘Yuh feel seh mi business?’ Da’son kisses his teeth. ‘Mi ah bad man, nah mi ah di baddest man.’ The white man looks Da’son up and down like he’s worthless. ‘Oh, shut up you ignoramus,’ he says with contempt in his voice, ‘You don’t know what it means to be a bad man. Let’s just see how bad you are when you’re refused entry into England. You do know that the British government are not going to let not even one of you primitive blacks into my beloved country?’ The white man stumbles back slightly, and points his crooked finger. ‘No niggers!’ Da’son’s eyes widen. He rolls his fist into a ball to knock the white man out, show him that he doesn’t care. He raises his bulging fist and shouts, ‘Mi seh mi ah bad man!’ Copyright © 2008 by Nicholas Harrison P/K/A Von Mozar

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