Camera "E" (37)

 It was during his prolonged stay of three years that he developed a relationship with Camera “E14" and the members review committee that convened every six months.
   Baroness Sturbridge was the States representative on Leroy Marriott Psychiatric review board meetings. To her, Leroy was just a little black monkey in a cage totally mindless and over the edge. As monkeys go Leroy had developed the skill of mimicking to such a degree that he was able to maintain Baroness Sturbridge’s attention, for prolonged periods.
   “It was the Zulu dance routine that actually floored me,” said the Baroness laughing heartily.
    “Not to mention his overwhelming desire to become white, at least he is developing the spirit to understand that all this multicultural shit won’t work and that he is accepted as one of us.”  Continued the Baroness. There he was, doing the Zulu two-step, with mimed spear in hand. The routine was remarkable; she told Lady Grey who sat in the judicial review for want
of something meaningful to do with her life. I hadn’t seen anything like it since I was in Durban on our Banana plantation. He does have these relapses from time to time. He is definitely acutely schizophrenic."
   "How remarkable," reiterated Lady Grey, “And you say he is not really a Zulu" she continued.      
   "No this is it He was brought up in London, probably born there for all I know, I must check on that ....."
   "What is it dear" asked Lady Grey becoming disinterested in the black monkey story.
   Well I need to check whether he was born Kingston UK or Kingston Jamaica. "
   "Check the Somerset House records, my dear ask Phyllis she is bound to have an instant mole there." Responded Lady Grey.
   "You see, he is of Jamaican parentage, therefore they have no connection with the Zulu, neither the Xhosa for that matter, and there he was clicking a way like a clack clack bird."
   "How remarkable my dear." Baroness Sudbridge had watched the replay of the closed circuit monitor over and over until her interest was satiated. I am so tickled at his Zulu behaviour antics and his desire to become white. It’s as though he is moving to some sort of normality, we’ll have him speaking Afrikaans yet, you watch. 
   “Well would you look at that,” remarked the Baroness.
    “He is finally coming round out of his psychosis, I think gentlemen he is now ready to join civilisation.  The members of the panel nodded in animated agreement.
   “We can’t just let him into the community without monitoring his development.” Dr Wells commented while fiddling with his pipe.
   “We can discuss some of these modern digital computer thingy trackers.”
Said Baroness Sturbridge.  “And why not?”   Remarked Dr Wells.
   It was the Chairman of the board Baroness Sturbridge, was tough with a vice like grip of serrated Brass steeped in aristocratic servitude to her state and with a strong desire for platinum. The latter a mineral she found on her estates in Southern Africa. For the first time in her life felt that by obeying the call of Leroy she was relieving her ancestral burdens of oppression and evil. This truly remarkable man had touched that great abyss of conscience.
A man who could crave for his birthright and originality and simultaneously deny his skin colour and crave to become white the stuff that X- colonial presidents were made, she thought.