What are you in for?
-Stealing an orange from the Governor`s Palace.
They toss people in jail for that?
-Only the hungry ones.
Any plans to get out?
-Yeah, I`m working on it.
What do you have in mind?
-Do you always ask so many questions?
Only of people who give answers.
-Fair enough. I heard something about a priest who has been agitating. Trying to free the slaves and overturn the order that enslaves us all. A pox on the crown and their viceroys! A pox on the governernor- that mandarin mandarin, and his beautiful orange fields while we starve in the streets.
What is the name of this priest?
-His name is Father Hidalgo. He speaks the voice of God, but not like they do. He does not use the Church to keep us down, but rather to bring us up. He does not close his eyes and recite mass while the masses lay hungry and dying. He calls for, even screams for, our independence and our freedom.
Was it at least a good orange?
-The greatest. It would have made the Valencians grow grapefruits for shame. It was sweet as life, and succulent as a virgin on her quinceañera. The juice ran down my arm like the blood in my veins; like the blood of revolution.
What is your name?
-They call me Don Pablo Quijote de Los Angeles. Soon they will call me free.
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