They can no longer ignore theSound, so they send their stooges to look for its source. Agents search hillside slums filled with hopelessness, aggression, and bitterness. They come to eat black boys and classify all others collateral. They painstakingly search for a clue, but cannot find the DragonPart. The searchers hear theSound, but find no meaning in it. They don’t appreciate the whispers and screeches that make up the music. They are deaf to the harmony of the people’s striving, the tempo of the Dragon dance and the sweet sound of our song. For them theSound is noise, Dragonspeak is gibberish and . . .