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the black defendants. At trial, Maddox attacked the victim with baseless accusations about her sex life and accused her of being prejudiced against blacks.
    Maddox said, for example, that Hanson “saw two men coming toward her and feared she was going to be assaulted…sexually assaulted.” He said Hanson had “racial hang-ups…Just the simple sight of two black men…and she went absolutely nuts.” 20 He said she invented the story to frame the black defendants.
    Leaving aside the question of why the victim of a vicious crime would be more interested in falsely accusing two random black guys than in punishing the men who slashed her face so badly she needed a hundred fifty stitches and was left scarred for life, Maddox had not a shred of evidence for any of these claims. If Hanson had feared that the two black men approaching her were going to assault her, surely that is mitigated by the fact that they were.
    Flash to the 1991 made-for-TV docudrama about the Marla Hanson case. In the movie, Hanson’s champion was a black cop. The case was prosecuted by a black female. The defense attorney putting the victim’s sex life and racial attitudes on trial was a white guy. It was like a Soviet documentary.
    If Hollywood is cleaning up reality to send the right message, why not have eighty-five of one hundred U.S. senators be black? Or why not my fantasy: nine black Supreme Court justices, like Clarence Thomas, and I mean all nine
exactly
like Clarence Thomas.
    MARION BARRY—WASHINGTON, DC, 1989
    Another victim of white racism was Marion Barry, mayor of the nation’s capital.
    Despite Barry’s being captured on videotape smoking crack cocaine and perjuring himself, the majority-black jury simply would not convict him—except on the single count his attorney had admitted to in open court: misdemeanor drug possession.
    The DC police had happened upon the mayor’s cocaine habit completely by accident. Two undercover officers were at the Washington, DC Ramada Inn, investigating suspected drug dealer Charles Lewis, when they happened to run into the mayor’s security detail outside Lewis’s room. After confirming that the mayor was inside, they promptly aborted the operation and turned it over to the FBI. Traces of cocaine were found in Lewis’s hotel room—a room he had paid for with a city government credit card. 21
    During Barry’s trial, Lewis testified in detail about his use of drugs with the mayor. A female witness told the jury that she had smoked crackwith Barry in his hotel room in the Virgin Islands—and that he had then raped her. Two other women said they also smoked crack with Barry in the Virgin Islands and that he tried to have sex with them. 22
    But the key witness was the mayor’s former mistress, Hazel Diane “Rasheeda” Moore, forever memorialized in Barry’s immortal line, “The b—ch set me up.” Moore had cooperated with the FBI, leading to the sting that produced videotapes of Barry smoking crack with her in a hotel room. She testified that she had smoked crack with the mayor at least a hundred times, sometimes two or three times a day during their three-year relationship. 23 For being his mistress, she said Barry gave her a lucrative city contract and then threatened to revoke it if she did not comply when he stood naked before her, demanding oral sex. 24
    The jury saw videotapes of the mayor smoking crack with Moore, along with Barry’s videotaped testimony to the grand jury in which he denied ever having smoked crack or even knowing Rasheeda Moore.
    Here was the mayor of the nation’s capitol, which had a majority black population that was being decimated by the crack epidemic, caught on videotape smoking crack cocaine. But Barry checkmated the prosecution by entering the courtroom with a black power salute, wearing African kente cloth. 25
    Every day, when Barry emerged from the courthouse, a cheering throng of blacks began singing “We Shall Overcome.” 26 Some threatened riots if