A thirtysomething homeless man plays with a mouse. A twentysomething woman shoves two people away with elbows as the fire burns in a garbage can. A fortysomething man tries to squeeze in. A second twentysomething woman drinks from a bottle. Taco, dressed in a suit, walks on the balcony of his apartment.
As he walks down the stairs, a redheaded young woman gazes at him while a homeless woman huddles by the wall. Carrying his baton, he implies the homeless people are drunks with a gesture. Two young women in blackface dance. Money falls as he talks. The homeless people reach for it. The people, in gowns and suits, dance on the sidewalk. They follow him up the stairs.
He and the people in blackface dance on the balcony. He stands by the piano. A 13-year-old young boy, with a green painted face, plays the piano. Two old men stand in the snow. He spins on the balcony and fades.
Taco shakes his head as he walks out of his apartment. The city needed to get rid of the homeless people. They were driving the value of his home down. He was surprised, though, at their race. They were all Caucasian. They should find a shelter, at least or try to do something with their jobs.
He whistles to them and tosses some money to them. They fight each other as they grab for a dollar or two. It’ll be enough for a meal or two at the local diner. He laughs as the redheaded women pulls the fortysomething man away and picks up a handful of money. He gives her the thumbs-up. She had potential.
At the store, an African-American woman asks if he’s finding everything okay. He inches away and requests the phone from a Caucasian woman. He asks for his driver to pick him up. The African-Americans were showing up everywhere. Taco walks to the exit, his chin raised, averting the gaze of the people on the sidewalk.
Taco claps at the young women dancing in blackface. He says to the man next to him it’s quite the show. The man nods and says it’s right on point. Civil rights groups had protested the show. However, the Taco had helped donate money to the theater’s fees to keep it running. Some of his friends were quiet about their racism. However, Taco was open about it. He imitated the show at his job. His secretary shifted uncomfortably in her seat and he knew he was getting her riled up. Their was nothing she could do say. He could fire her on the spot. He continued on, watching her squirm until his phone rang.
Director: N/A Year: 1982