"Gerard, why don't you chat with us now about what you plan to do next, after you've had the veterans beat up the Cubans," a middle-aged white man turned his gaze from the television screen to Gerard Richman's face, his voice coldly opening.
Another white elder's eyes moved sluggishly, slowly turning towards Gerard Richman. Although he tried to remain calm, everyone in the room could hear the anger in his words: