The United Hates of America

My years writing in foreign countries had been my life until I quit.When I landed at the Ft. Lauderdale airport Mary Saint-Baptiste from The Picayune had a job for me. I really had nothing else to do and so I figured what the hell. The cliché says truth is stranger than fiction; but when I returned to the States it seemed like fiction had become truth. I got curious as to whose truth had become the truth. Having knuckled under to political pressure the press was too busy entertaining to argue for truth.The media was in a love/hate relationship with the public that definitely accentuated the hate. The relationship had spawned a story when people started turning up dead. So my search for truth became a murder mystery.It seemed two Christian ministers who hated each other had banned together to attack common enemies. To cover their actions they had enlisted the help of an Arab/Haitian restaurateur they felt they could use as a scapegoat if things went wrong. When federal officials arrested the restaurateur as an illegal alien and possible terrorist the media now a tool of whoever paid for their services came to her aid. When the restaurateur became a media darling the ministers' plan began to go wrong.