Manny “Do you smell a fault?” Fialkow

Before his quietus Manny “Micah 2.1-2” Fialkow may have many middle names. He may earn a prefix, “Many names” Manny. I learned some of his questionable business practices reading the deposition of his buddy A. J. “We are all kind of mystified” Robinson. Their dirty dealings and under the table practices with the nun-run Mercy Housing, Inc. bring to mind Micah 2.1-2. Those verses from the Hebrew Bible, familiar I am sure to both Manny and A. J., read, “How terrible it will be for you who lie awake at night, thinking up evil plans. You rise at dawn and hurry to carry out any of the wicked schemes you have power to accomplish. When you want a piece of land, you find a way to seize it. When you want someone’s house, you take it by fraud and violence. No one’s family or inheritance is safe with you around. (New Living Translation)

Months ago in open court I heard the Honorable Judge Craig Schwall, Sr., say to Manny Fialkow’s lawyer that Mr. Fialkow’s business behavior “does not smell good.” That day, sitting respectfully in the court room, I racked my brain trying to recall Shakespeare’s use of the word “smell.” Months have passed since the cobwebs in my brain blocked my ability to recall.

Today, this happy February 25 day in the 2011th year of our Lord, I stumbled across what was hidden in my brain. There it is. It sits before me. There is Manny “Micah 2.1-2” Fialkow’s new middle name. The brilliant manager of programs at Central Atlanta Project has two middle names. He is Richard “We’re in!” Orr and Richard “Crap sniffer” Orr. We do not want to neglect the philanthropic giant, Manny Fialkow, who has given back so much to the community. “Many names” Manny deserves so many names. For now we have found his second middle name.

In Act I, Scene 1 of KING LEAR the Earl of Kent asks about the comely lad at the side of the Earl of Gloucester.
Kent. Is not this your son, my lord?
Gloucester. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge. I have so often blushed to acknowledge him that now I am brazed to it.
Kent. I cannot conceive you.
Gloucester. Sir, this young fellow’s mother could, whereupon she grew round-wombed and had indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault?

Ah, there it is. That’s the spot. That’s the quote I wanted when I heard His Honor say in the Superior Court of Fulton County that something did not smell good. Speaking of not smelling good, Rector Hoare in his Super Bowl sermon, February 6, entitled “Doing Justice” has wrinkled a few noses that even the Rector himself may not have wished to have wrinkled. I hear that a few Episcopalian noses, already elevated, may have a new wrinkle or two.

Rector Hoare mentioned the “new owner” of Peachtree Pine. Manny “Do you smell a fault?” Fialkow is the alleged owner of the building called Peachtree Pine; he may be A. J. Robinson’s shill. That’s a tossup. The nuns were paid some $700,000 so that the “highly respected” Mercy Housing, Inc. would not be on national news putting 600 homeless people on the streets in Atlanta. The nuns know Central Atlanta Progress. These essentially corporate minded nuns wanted out, and they got out acknowledging that the City of Atlanta owed them big. Developer Manny may have used his own money. He may have not. He may have gotten it from his buddies. Atlanta has a buddy system that boggles the honest mind. $700,000 for this conspirata is pocket change.

We know that Uplift Atlanta, Inc. a hazy non-profit, shepherded perhaps by the spirit led Christian clerics along the cleansed corridor, has millions of $$$ ready to help homeless people out of sight whenever Airlift Atlanta can get their hands on the “treatment-resistemt” Black men at Peachtree Pine. Their reverend representative said so much in open court to Judge Schwall. That is how Rector Hoare can spew his undocumented, untrue drivel about evicting the management at Peachtree Pine but at the same time keeping the 600 “treatment-resistant” Black men at Peachtree Pine.

I wonder if Rector Hoare has checked with Peggy “arrest the bums” Denby’s NPU-M about keeping 600 Black men in her neighborhood. I will tell you in private what “M” stands for in the minds of those gallant 600 Black gentlemen at Peachtree Pine.

Manny Fialkow has a new middle name. Being the intellect that he is, I know that he will be honored to learn that it comes from Shakespeare’s KING LEAR. That is W-I-L-L-I-A-M S-H-A-K-E-S-P-E-A-R-E and that is a play that the bard called K-I-N-G L-E-A-R.

Gloucester said to Kent, “She had a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed.”
Jim Beaty says to TEAM GOLIATH, “Fialkow had a scheme for his swindle ere he had a sentry for his scheme.”

The Earl of Gloucester and Manny “Do you smell a fault” Fialkow have many things in common. They touch. They are both Earls. They are both of the nobility. They both have questionable morals. They both run in the best circles. They both have the protection of the clerics that surround them. They both emit a smell that indicates a fault. They both win for a season.

I must say goodnight to my readers. Goodnight to the 600 “treatment-resistant” Black men at The Pine. Goodnight, Judy. Goodnight, Jim Lee Scott. Goodnight, Gary. Goodnight, Larry. Goodnight, Hepsy. Goodnight, Rick. Goodnight, Lattimore. Goodnight, Valerie. Goodnight, Antoine. Goodnight, William Heard. Goodnight Darrell. Goodnight, Paul. Goodnight, Gateway. Goodnight, Horace Sibley. How you ever sleep baffles me. Goodnight, Ko. Your emails make for hilarious reading, but they do distress my nether regions. Goodnight, Biswax. I cannot wait for your deposition. Goodnight UW president, Milton Little. I praise God that Jack Hardin saw fit to give you your $500,000 a year job. How much is that a month? I know you earn it, every dime. Will you bring Hardin to your deposition? Goodnight Lawyer Ruth, Shirley Franklin’s attorney. I pray to my creator that I can behold your grandeur before I go home. I understand you are a piece of work. Goodnight, Debi Starnes. Your silence knocks me out. Who shut your mouth? Why is AJC sometime reporter Rhonda Cook not taking dictation from you? Has our astute Mayor missed your brilliance? Goodnight, Manny “Do you smell a fault?” Fialkow. Your quietus, here or in the hereafter, looms. I may not see it here; I’ll bet you a quality jug of sour mash that I’ll watch it in the hereafter. Goodnight, Earl and Hilda and all the others who left The Pine to become employees at Gateway or the other Way. Goodnight, my little ones. Good night, love of my life.
James Wilson Beaty
Jeremiah 22.16
February 26, 2011