"Hopelessly insane," he announced, waving a thumb F.F.'s way, "escaped in his time from some of the fanciest bughouses of Europe, very little remaining of the brains he was born with, except possibly," lowering his voice, "how much money you bring with you, there, Highness?"
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Whenever a white guy displays terrible social skills or goes on dangerous rants or just makes a complete and utter ass of himself, he's always got a Get Out of Jail Free card (that he doesn't even have to play; it just gets played for him by all the other white guys defending him): mental illness! But God forbid you're a Black American who once got caught shoplifting when you were eight years old because that shit will be with you for the rest of your life to prove what a burden you were on society, and it'll be used to justify any violence perpetrated on you by some GD cop.
And, of course, if the "This guy is crazy!" bit doesn't get Franz out of trouble, there's always the second option for rich folk, which Lew partakes in here: buy your way out of trouble! If you're a rich white guy, the only time you're going to pay for your crimes is if you might implicate other rich white guys. And then you won't see justice in the courts; you'll be swinging from your jail cell.
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