Chapter 4 is up, yay! Anyway, I appreciate all the reviews (all three of them, lol). The Boondocks is a show I just got into (Thanks JohnnyD31!), so I hope I'm doing it justice. It's also convenient how the episodes are easily available to watch, so it's easy for me to take lines directly from the show while also adding my own flair.

Also, sorry for taking so long updating. I got that *~neurospicy~* burnout, but I'm back! On with the show! But yeah, isn't it kinda funny how this show predicted how R. Kelly would get in trouble by being involved with minors? Then again, considering the Simpsons is always credited as "predicting the future", in reality, I think it's commentary on current events that are over-exaggerated, and as we get more over-exaggerated as a society, these events don't seem to far-fetched...

Anyway, on with the fic!

It was a cool, late summer evening as the Freeman family sat in front of the TV set in the living room, with the aged patriarch flipping through the 150 channels they got as a part of their combined cable/internet package, going from a somewhat sad Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown domestic battery trial, with Brown hitting Houston in court, in front of the judge. Riley laughed at this over his video game while Shauna expressed some pity for the woman, "Why don't she just leave him?"

"Y'know," Robert began, not noticing Shauna's remarks, "I think they're on drugs," before changing the channel to BET, with the music video for that Thugnificent song with scantily clad female dancers in what can be generously described as thongs. Being something of an appreciator of pretty young women, Robert eyed the dancers for a minute, while telling his grandsons to look away.

Shauna rolled her eyes and went back to texting on her phone before the channel changed to some news program, as the white, reasonably well-groomed host spoke, snarkily beginning with a quip, "It seems like the hip-hop community is changing it's gold chains for gold showers" before talking about how R. Kelly was on trial again for indecent behavior with an underage girl, ending the brief segment with another snarky one-liner, "Next time, use a golden shower curtain."

Robert, being unaware of what a golden shower meant, indignantly asked "What's wrong with a man giving away a golden shower? Sounds like a nice gift to me..." Shauna and Riley couldn't help but snicker at their grandfather's ignorance. Still not understanding the humor in the situation, the old man continued, "Shoot, wish someone would give me a golden shower."

Riley managed to stop his snickering enough to joke "If you're good, Santa might give you a golden shower for Christmas" before he and Shauna burst out laughing. Still unaware of the joke, Robert only let out a happy "my man Santa..."

The news report continued about how the trial was to be held in Woodcrest, with Riley asking to be taken to see the trial. Robert answered bluntly, "Hell no. But you can walk."

"It's forty miles!"

"All that money I spent on those damn Nike's?! You better just do it!"

"Oh hey, it's Mr. DuBois," Shauna pointed out as the news continued, "Assistant district attorney Thomas DuBois is leading the prosecution of Kelly, and has a mountain of evidence against the RnB performer, including a video tape allegedly showing Kelly urinating on a 14 year old girl, which is widely available for download..."

Shauna rolled her eyes and sunk back into the sofa as Riley announced, "I'm gonna go, uh... check my email... Yeah." Before he could get far, Granddad scolded, "Get your li'l short ass back here!"

"I still don't see the point of this trial," Shauna put her phone in her pocket, "Like, why all these girls accusing him of things?"

"Yeah!" Riley agreed with his sister, "All these hoes just want some money, or attention."

"Or both," Shauna stood up, stretching, "Like Paris Hilton or that chicken-of-the-sea... what's-her-name bitch." She then turned to Riley and smirked "I'll go with you to that trial, li'l man."

"Yeah!" As the youngest Freeman cheered, Huey rolled his eyes at the foolishness of his brother and sister.

The next morning, Shauna led her two brothers to the bus stop, with Riley holding a picket sign with a sloppily written "Free R. Kelly". As they walked, Thomas DuBois greeted the Freeman children cheerfully, "I couldn't help but notice your sign and I hope you're not too upset with me about having to prosecute Mr. Kelly."

Huey could only shrug, "Hey man, you gotta do what you gotta do-"

"WHY R. KELLY, HUH?!" Riley interrupted, glaring at the lawyer, "What did R. Kelly do to you?" Shauna, a professed fan of R. Kelly herself, nodded in agreement with her youngest brother.

Perhaps a little too patiently, Tom explained as he kneed down to get on Riley's level, "He's accused of relieving himself on an underage girl on tape, which is against the law."

Riley, still annoyed at the man prosecuting R. Kelly, began, "Okay, okay, okay. But let's examine this whole peein' thing... So I can pee in a toilet and it's okay, but if I pee on a person, it's like, not okay?"

"Well... yeah."

"Well, what if I'm peeing, and Huey's in the bathroom, and I accidentally pee on Huey? Should I go to jail?" Huey, not really involved in the conversation, piped up, "What the hell would I be doing in the bathroom while you're in the bathroom-"

"Hold up, hold up!" Coming up with another argument, Riley interrupted, "Remember when we used to sleep in the same bed when we was littler? From time to time I'd have a little 'accident'"

"You still do-"

"Shut up!" Riley defended himself as he went back to his argument, "Mr. 'I-wanna-lock-n**gas-up-for-peeing'... What's the statues of limitations on bed-wetting? Why not prosecute me and R. Kelly at the same time?"

"Now, Riley..." Tom stood back up, "no one's going to prosecute you for bed-wetting..."

"I may never pee again!" Riley indignantly yelled as Tom firmly replied "Riley, it was a little girl."

"I seen that girl. She ain't little! I'm little!"

"Yes."

"Gary Coleman's little!"

"Yes."

"Mini-Me is little!"

"Very."

"And best to my knowledge, we all manage to avoid getting peed on so far. I see piss comin', I move. She saw piss comin', she stayed. And why should I have to miss out on the next R. Kelly album, just for that?!"

Riley walked off towards the bus stop, as both Shauna and Huey were stunned. "Man... you just got beat by an eight-year-old."

"I don't even think he's on fractions yet..." Shauna mused just before Riley emphasized his anger, "And if R. Kelly goes to jail, I'll piss on yo' cat!"

Shauna raised an eyebrow at her neighbor, "I don't think you even have a cat... Do you?"

"Uh, no..."

Instead of taking his grandchildren to the courthouse to watch the trial, Robert Freeman decided to spend some time at the park, sitting at one of the checkers' tables, having brought his own pieces. It was a peaceful time to himself until a familiar face came to greet the old man.

"Robert Freeman, that you?" Uncle Ruckus sat across from the old man, who, while not particularly pleased with his company, decided to would be easier to just go with it and let him play a few games. Perhaps checkers was something of an ice breaker, as after a round, the two old men were chatting as if they were friends. Sure, the kind of friends who often argued and berated each other, but friends nonetheless, somehow.

"I tell you, it sure is beautiful out here. White folks sure know how to make some nice foliage," Ruckus mused while deciding what piece to move, while Robert commenting "Aw, come on, Ruckus... You can't give the white man credit for the trees."

Instead of addressing that, Ruckus asked, "Where them nappy-headded grandkids of yours?"

"In the city to watch the trial of that singer..."

"Oh, right, right... That black son'bitch who supposedly had urinal relations with that underage colored gal..."

Raising an eyebrow, Robert asked in concern, "Didn't Jerry Lee Lewis marry a fourteen year-old baby?" Ruckus, getting offended at the comparison, yelled back as he stood up, "You can't compare a choc'late monkey like R. Kelly t'Jerry Lee Lewis! Jerry Lee Lewis is the king of rock and roll! Great balls of fire!" Before sitting back down, Ruckus added much more calmly, "'Sides, that situation was different. That was family..."

At the courthouse, Sarah smoothed out Jazmine's lucky pink hoodie as she explained, "Remember, Jazmine, the court of law is a very serious place. I want you on your best behavior while we're going to support Daddy."

"Okay, Mommy," Jazmine nodded and smiled as she took her mother's hand once they left the car, finding a group of protesters outside the Woodcrest Municipal Courthouse. The protesters were very few, considered scholars and pillars of the African-American community, were protesting against R. Kelly, hoping to see him punished to the full extent of the law. Many of the counter-protesters, who were in support of R. Kelly, instead of actually protesting, were blasting music, dancing, and holding signs that read slogans like 'Free R. Kelly' or 'Not Guiltee'.

"Stay close to me, Jazmine," Sarah gently ordered as she led the her daughter into the courthouse as the bus containing Shauna, Huey, and Riley pulled up, just as the news came to cover this spectacle that showed off the best and worst aspects of the African-American community.

The newsman that was there interviewed a very obese woman in a red dress eating some fried chicken. She was asked by the somewhat detached newscaster, who noted the counter-protesters seemed to be having a "festive event", why she was supporting R. Kelly. She answered, probably very honestly, "Cause he good!"

"And what about those protesters who say he's crossed a line?"

Licking her fingers from finishing her fried chicken, the woman was brutally honest as she answered, "Man, f*ck them literate-ass uppity n**gas! All they talk about is readin' and eating right, nobody wanna hear that sh*t! If I wanna get high blood pressure-" she then turned to a boy holding a carrot, glaring at him as she hissed at him "N**ga, get that carrot away from me!"

She then turned directly to the camera as she wagged her finger, yelling emphaticaly, "If I wanna get high blood pressure, then dammit, that's my business!" The newscaster, seemingly unphased, turning to Riley, who somehow got away from Shauna and Huey, asking "You there, urban youth. Why do you think R. Kelly is innocent?"

Riley, without hesitation, faced the camera and asked assertively "If I started peeing on you right now, would you, A., smile and ask for more? Or B, move the hell out the way? But before you answer that, lemme ask America: has pee ever really hurt anybody?" Riley's face changed to a smile as he made playful gestures to the camera, "And I wanna give a big shout out to my homie Deevo! Whassup!"

Huey, feeling a sense of responsibility for his younger brother, scolded him before attempting to pull him away. Riley, of course, protested before starting to chant "Free R. Kelly! Free R. Kelly!" Unfortunately, one of the protesters noticed, pointing out to the rest of the group, "'ey, yo, yo, yo! Look! Them R. Kelly haters are oppressing that little boy!"

By this point, Huey and Riley's argument was getting physical, with Shauna trying to separate them, scolding "How many times I gotta tell ya'll not to fight in public!" The Freeman siblings were ignored as the counter-protesters were approaching the three lone protesters, intending to fight them. Despite the many counter-protesters, the educated few were able to hold their own in a fight (probably due to the aforementioned 'eating right' and other healthy habits), though due to sheer numbers, the counter-protesters were able to hold their own.

Eventually, the fight stopped just as soon as it began when a long, dark yellow limo pulled up in front of the courthouse, loudly blasting r'n'b music as the man the trial was held against, R. Kelly himself, stepped out, along with his lawyer, an elderly white man wearing glasses atop his head. As soon as the two approached the courthouse, they were immediately swamped by paparazzi. When asked about a statement, the singer answered very vaguely, "This is truly an example of black people sticking together. In the words of Sister Soldier, 'An injustice anywhere is an injustice...anywhere.'. Amen." The croud of counter-protesters, including Shauna and Riley, applauded at his his words. Huey only shook his head at his siblings.

Eventually, the group settled into the courthouse, with Shauna and Riley going off to find decent seats, while Huey met up with Tom outside the courtroom, who was quite confident as he assured the boy, "Lady Liberty is on our side. Justice will prevail. The judge and jury will do the right thing, it's an open and shut case."

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Huey asked "Mr. DuBois, are you fully aware to the extend that n**gas love R Kelly?"

Tom, not wanting his first trial in Woodcrest to go without a hitch, reassured the boy, though possibly reassuring himself, that everything was under control. Of course, he couldn't deny the crowd of counter-protesters, who would likely fill in the majority of the audience. But Tom was confident, adjusting his tie as he entered the court room. Jazmine, having already been seated with her mother, waved happily at her father. Tom waved back before taking his seat, blissfully unaware of how the trial would turn out...

Tom, being the prosecuting lawyer, gave a fairly calm, measured opening statement, given the nature of the crime, ending his statement, "And so, ladies and gentlemen, not only will we prove it is Mr. Kelly in the video, we will prove that the victim was 14 at the time the video was shot."

The judge dryly responded, nodding, "Thank you Mr. DuBois, and now we will have the opening statement of the defense..." After a brief whispering session, the white defense lawyer stood up, speaking in a somewhat measured, though still interesting tone of voice as he walked around the room.

"The ancient Greeks, the architects of Western civilization, would regularly indulge in sexual activities with children. Were they... 'perverts'? In Puritan America, the forefathers of this great land, would take wives who were twelve or thirteen years old, much younger than the alleged victim... Were they... 'sickos'?"

Tom DuBois could only stare at the defense lawyer in disgust, trying to justify the crime of sexual activity with an underage girl. Of course, that lawyer, perhaps being paid remarkably well by the music label. But thinking about it, Tom couldn't justify any amount of money to defend such a heinous crime.

Eventually, the lawyer brought things back to the trial, "What do all those things have to do with Robert Kelly? Nothing!" He then pointed to the evidence display in the courtroom, which not only contained the obvious video tapes and photographs, but items such as condoms, a half used ointment tube, a flowered backpack and a stuffed animal that wouldn't be too out of place in a girl's bedroom, and even a beaker full of urine, somehow.

"Now some people see this so-called 'mountain of evidence', these 'video tapes', 'photographs', 'eye witnessess', and 'DNA' and see a guilty man... But some of us can see that 'mountain' of so-called 'evidence' for what it really is... racism..."

Much to Tom's surprise (and disappointment), a majority of the audience applauded, sans Huey, Sarah and Jazmine, the latter of which was too naive to understand the severity of this case, something her parents were grateful for.

On the other side, Shauna Freeman, who had been in blind support of R. Kelly much like the majority of the crowd, found herself thinking hard about what had just happened, looking back at the table with the evidence, "that is a lot of evidence..."

Back at the park, Robert and Ruckus were discussing what caused Kobe Bryant to get caught with a "homely li'l white gal": white fever.

"Ya' know dey got dem short li'l skirts nowadays, and wh-what they call 'em, t-t-tongs?" Ruckus gestured with his hands as Robert corrected him, a little annoyed "Thongs..."

"Yeah, right, they got da thongs all up the bootycrack, and that sweet white necta'... Oh lawd have mercy!" As Ruckus continued explaining "white fever," Robert grew increasingly uncomfortable as Ruckus started sweating profusely, almost like he was having a stroke until he wiped his brow with a rag he kept in his pocket, "Gimme a minute Robert..."

When it came time for Tom to present the video tape of the act itself, the courtroom gasped as Tom warned, "It is graphic." Riley, being Riley, was quite excited to see the tape, eating some popcorn he managed to sneak in as a teenage girl, her face covered and dressed somewhat primly (almost like a school uniform), looked to eagerly await the man who walked on camera, lowered his pants and began to urinate on her, much to the disgust of the jury and audience (except Riley, who kept a straight face as he munched away on his popcorn, and Jazmine, who's eyes were covered by her very protective mother).

"Objection!" the lawyer on the other side blurted out, "we can't even see his face clearly." As if on cue, the camera became crooked, and the man in the video, R. Kelly himself, turned around to adjust the camera as one juror commented, "Man, he got freckles an' everything..."

The white lawyer, could only respond "That proves nothing!"

On the tape, someone called, and not only did he give his full name, but also his social security number, all while still urinating on the girl. R. Kelly's lawyer was still struggling to come up with a justification, as it seemed the jury would need some serious convincing.

The judge decided to call for a brief recess, and the people present got the chance to stretch their legs. Jazmine approached Huey, as he stayed close to the courtroom itself, "I hope my daddy wins. Do you, Huey?"

Huey, ever the optimist, answered her bluntly, "I don't think he will."

"You don't think my daddy's a good lawyer?" Jazmine looked on the verge of tears, and Huey almost felt guilty for saying that, but he explained himself, "It's not that. Just this is the kind of case where emotion outweighs reason."

"Oh..." She looked a little disappointed, but then approached Shauna, asking her "What did they play on the TV? My mom covered my eyes."

"Man, you missed it it was-" Riley was interrupted by a swift punch to the stomach by Huey. Sarah, who saw the whole thing, smiled knowingly at Huey before taking Jazmine's hand, "I'll get you a lunch from the cafeteria, sweetie."

After the recess ended, the victim, who for privacy reasons is reffered to as Jane Doe, was questioned by Tom, who seemed to have a bit of sympathy for her situation. "I know this might be hard to talk about..."

Jane Doe shrugged, "Nah, i's cool." and Tom Continued, "How old were you when you were... seeing Mr. Kelly."

"Mmm... fourteen and a quarter..."

Tom smiled, "Wow, that's a great age, isn't it? Still learning so much about the world..."

"Whateva, I guess..." It was clear that Jane Doe was annoyed by this "corny n**ga" and wanted to be anywhere else. Tom eventually got to the point and asked he to describe what happened up to the events. Jane Doe didn't mince words, "Yeah - he asked if he could pee on me and I said "fo' sho'!" I mean, it's R. Kelly! The Pied Piper of R&B! I been peed on by guys who don't even have record deals. Sh***t, if I didn't wanna get peed on, I'd just move out the way!" and ending her testimony by leaning into her seat on the stand.

"Ha, I told you!" Riley's voice could be heard across the courtroom as the judge called for order, and the defense attorny began his questioning, realizing he had a "hail Mary", and asked the girl, "Would you describe yourself as an... African-American woman?"

Jane Doe scowled and asked the white lawyer, "N**ga, you blind?" He only laughed and answered, "No I'm not... So it's safe to say that R. Kelly is... sexually attracted to black women, right?"

The lawyer got an approving nod from Jane Doe before Tom objected, "Relevance?" The white lawyer then turned to the judge, "Your Honor, I'm trying to establish thay my client is a proud black man who loves his black sistas... Unlike District Attorney DuBois... Who's married-!" He then pointed at Sarah and Jazmine DuBois in the stand as he emphasized, "to a white woman!"

This earned Tom, and the DuBois family, the ire and disdain of the majority of the courtroom, including the jury. There was no way to bounce back from this, and Huey looked up at Tom with some sympathy. Sure, he was an educated lawyer, but the majority of these people couldn't see that. They just saw a famous black man getting in trouble with the law and another black man prosecuting him for no good reason!

Unfortunately, the rest of the trial didn't go much better, with the defense lawyer making a speech about how black people are prosecuted in America, with much of it resonating with the audience. Tom made one last desperate plea for reason, "Please, people! You saw the tape, the girl testified she was underage! Y-You're not allowed to do that! To a little girl! We have a video tape!"

One particularly unsympathetic juror told him, "Go tell that to your white bitch..." With that, Tom sighed, "Prosecution rests..." and went to sit down in his seat.

The defense lawyer then pulled out a boombox as the accused man began to sing, causing something of a party in the courtroom, of which only Huey, Shauna, and the DuBois family didn't join in. Even the judge was dancing!

Huey couldn't stand this show of ignorance and bafoonery, slamming his fists on the table, boldly turning the music off, and made an impassioned speech, "What the hell is wrong with you people? Every famous n**ga that gets arrested is not Nelson Mandela! Yes, the government conspires to put a lot of innocent black men in jail on fallacious charges. But R. Kelly is not one of those men! We all know the n**ga can sing! But, what happened to standards? What happened to the bare minimums? You a fan of R. Kelly? You want to help R. Kelly? Then get some counseling for R. Kelly, introduce him to some older women, hide his camcorder! But, don't pretend like the man is a hero! And stop the damn dancing, act like you got some goddamn sense, people! Damn! Through playin' around here!"

The courtroom was silent as his words, perhaps his words sunk in. But Riley, in all his ignorance, demanded the music be put back on. Ignorance won today, though Shauna did smack her brother upside the head, demanding they go home. "You get cranky if you don't get dinner by six," Shauna justified,

The crowd outside the courthouse was excited for the not guilty verdict, as there was a party outside. Even the Jane Doe in the case was dancing, as if she weren't the victim of a horrific crime, rather a groupie or something to that effect.

Tom left at the side of the building, defeated, until he heard his wife's cheerful voice, "Told you about messin' with them white women." Behind him, Sarah and Jazmine stood, smiling. Sure, he may have lost the case, but he at least had his family by his side.

Meanwhile, at the side of the courthouse, away from the crowd, Shauna talked to her brothers, "Look, Huey," Shauna looked at her brother, "After seeing all that junk, I don't think I can support R. Kelly anymore."

"But you love R. Kelly. " Huey looked up at the girl, raising an eyebrow, "You paid extra for autographed CDs."

"I know, but.." she leaned back against a wall behind her, "That girl was my age, Huey. I don't wanna get peed on by some freak who can't get a woman his own age." Shauna then smiled slyly, "Besides, I can just get his newest album once it's on Limewire. Oh, the DuBois' are taking us for ice cream, if you want some. I think they have frozen yogurt now."

Huey, while not exactly smiling, was quite happy his sister was able to come onto his side, the side of sense and logic, at least on this one issue. He looked out the window of the DuBois' car as he thought, 'At least Shauna was able to change her mind on her own. Maybe there's some hope for our people after all... Can I blame white people for this though?'

Next Chapter: School starts up, and the Freeman kids get used to their new environments in schools with actual funding (well, kind of...). Huey is trying to educate, Riley is a menace, Jazmine's hair is a hot topic, and Shauna deals with some usual high school drama.