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Harvey Oswald was spotted handing out pro-Castro leaflets down on Canal St.  This was already a bit of a sore subject, as history would later prove Oswald to be a pawn of various channels within the U.S. government.  The American intelligence community in those days had plans of their own, not just on the Castro issue but also in organized crime along with the Vietnam War.  Eventually tensions would grow high, brimming to a fever pitch one humid day in November of 1963 when John F. Kennedy, the 35 th President of the United States was assassinated. 
    Sitting next to his wife Delphine, quite the respected socialite as well, the Devereaux clan’s historic ties in Louisiana corruption and organized crime made them a powerful force to be reckoned with for many years.  From the days of working hand in hand with former governor Edwin Edwards, the family even had ties with the infamous ‘Godfather of New Orleans’ in Carlos Marcello.  Quite the formidable figure in her own right, while many saw Joseph Devereaux as the head of the family, many who knew them personally saw Delphine as the power behind the throne.  Hell, in some social circles, she was the throne, and reveled in the knowledge of this as she bit down on a generous portion of prime rib herself.  Rare.  Bloody.  Perfect. 
    “This country’s gone to Hell in a hand basket if you ask me,” Joseph continued.  “All these illegals and whatnot destroying our economy, getting a free ride at the expense of decent, hardworking Americans.  Got these gays running around screaming for their damn rights, destroying the very fabric of Americana, soiling the population with their degenerate indecency and disease…and that’s why we have this ‘problem’ now.” 
    With the precision of a determined and skilled surgeon, Joseph sliced away at his prime rib.  The veins in the tops of his hands throbbed intensely as he made his point. 
    “Damn shame if you ask me,” he said.  “Back in the 80s the government had this little problem of ours contained, and with a very specific purpose.  Now it’s all shot to Hell, breaking out not only across the country but other parts of the goddamn world.  Complete and utter chaos…and what does our so-called ‘President’ do?” 
    He took a massive bite into the cut of beef. 
    “Well it’s not surprising.  See that’s what happens when you open up the White House to a-“ 
    And with that, Delphine waved her hand, cutting him off.  Joseph looked across the table to see the slightly distraught face of his son Blake.  A strapping young man at the tender age of 23, his striking features and figure had become a rather chiseled copy of his father’s from earlier years.  A political science major at Loyola University, he was already pegged to carry on the Devereaux legacy in every way.  Famous throughout the upper social class circles of New Orleans, the young buck’s penchant for women and drink became well documented.  The apple certainly didn’t fall far from the tree.  Beneath the polished, chiseled exterior of the young lad’s face was a longing that brought a bit of melancholy to the moment. 
    “Joseph, I’ll not have that kind of talk right now,” Delphine commanded.  “Not civilized conversation at the dinner table, especially in front of our son.” 
    “I’m just stating the obvious honey,” he fired back.  “We’ve had these second rate protesters popping up all throughout the city, complaining about equal rights, affordable medical care and the like, all the while taking a free ride on the backs of decent Americans like you and I.  This situation has gotten so out of control that we’ve had to cordon off the savages in cages around the city…and even that’s beginning to become a problem!  Talk about ‘the 99%’...my ass!” 
    “Can we give it a rest for one day please?” the young man commanded.  “This city is out of control and most of my friends have either skipped town