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She looked at him, almost with pity. 'You don't understand, do you?'
He ignored her and continued his spiel, 'While your freedom of worship is
an unbreakable plank of American law, it is a federal offence to practice
sorcery or necromancy, to commune with devils and spirits inimical to the
Christian faith of the United States of America.'
'Do your neighbours know,' Dwight shouted, loud enough for the whole block
to hear, 'that you fuck goats for Satan?'
Mrs Stevens fled indoors. Everyone else retreated too, calling in
children, shutting doors tight. Soon housewives would be telephoning each
other, spreading the word on that Stevens girl, keeping their children
away from her daughter, blaming little Johnny's grazed knee on the evil
eye, saying you never could tell ...
'She's the Devil's Temptation, Deacon,' Dwight said, 'real tight 'n'
juicy.'
'Shut up,' Finlay said, disgusted with his fellow inquisitor, 'and drive
us back to the city.'
'Crabby, aint'cha, Deacon Finlay?'
'Just drive.'

1947
'I don't understand,' said Louis B. Mayer, pomp shrivelling under the
glare of Chairman J. Parnell Thomas, 'we showed it like it was in that
picture. We had a real witch, with the hook nose and the broom and the
flying monkeys. We had the song, Congressman, that every Faithful American
sings, "Ding-Dong, the Witch is Dead" ...'
'The role of the Witch of the West is not under discussion, Mr Mayer. We
are interested, rather, in the, um,' - he consulted his notes - 'the part
played in the photoplay by the character described as, you will pardon the
expression, "Glinda the Good", the Witch of the North.'
Mayer's face fell and he almost blubbered, 'there was a War coming. Things
were different.'
'Were they indeed?'
Thomas pressed the point.
Finlay had gone beyond amusement and was beginning to be bored by the
HUCAC hearings. Probing Hollywood was good for headlines but no one really
believed Beverly Hills was a nest of Satanists. Undoubtedly, there had
been witches in Tinseltown (Louella Parsons, for one) but if the extent of
their maleficence was sneaking a few lines lampooning the clergy into a
Busby Berkeley musical, then Finlay would rather be going after more
deep-rooted conspiracies.
He looked around the Caucus Room of the House's Old Office Building,
star-spotting. He'd heard Robert Taylor would be coming and Adolphe
Menjou. But this far Thomas - a shrimp politician of the old school, so
crooked he'd have to be screwed into the ground when his time came - had
concentrated on big money not big names and was hauling studio heads over
the coals.
During the War, there'd been a craze for pro-witch movies. I Married a
Witch, with Fredric March and Veronica Lake, was a services comedy, with a
gruff general and his enchantress wife battling Nazi spies on the home
front. Hellzapoppin' had Olsen and Johnson as inept warlocks summoning the