Dreams and Nightmares
Martin Luther King and I both had dreams. His was a vision of harmonious racial coexistence; mine was a nightmare about being eaten by giant, talking maggots.
I consulted a Dream Book to try and understand what my chilling nightmare meant. It turns out I have a deep-seated fear of being eaten by giant, talking maggots. I blame my mother who fed me undercooked chicken when I was a child.
Whilst I don’t think my dream is justification for assassination, it was terrifying. The maggots chanted “we’re going to eat you” in an unfriendly way and then ingested me from the feet up. But on the positive side they were from all different races and seemed to be getting on together rather well. I suppose that’s progress.
As a Maggot, you are an improvement as a Nephew.
And so, Mr. Ash, were the maggots unfriendly when they chanted "We're going
to eat you..." or non-commital? Were they wearing designer jeans?