||A Review of: White ManĘs Cotton
by W.P. Kinsella
For what it is, a bloody, crime-adventure story, it is not bad. The
telling is like a lout screaming at you. There is little literary
merit, and quite bit of the dialogue is like chunks of concrete
falling from the characters' mouths. However, the novel's saving
grace is that to my knowledge the concept is unique.
A group of wealthy black men unite to create a society called White
Mans Cotton, to take retribution for the appalling evils inflicted
on black people. They have a huge man known only as The Catcher,
who kidnaps selected individuals who have been exceptionally cruel
toward black people: a family of KKK, a vicious cop, a lawyer who
got a virulent murderer of a black off on a technicality.
The "slaves" are carried to an island in the Indian Ocean
where they are introduced to forced labor and where every indignity
known to man is inflicted on them. Be assured that in the end justice
more or less triumphs. I can't help but feel that this would make
a terrific movie, perhaps starring Nicholas Cage, as the gritty
undercover officer who helps crack the case.