Transplant a group of presumably dead black 'Nam vets (Special Forces and the like, mean mothers who fragged Charlie and their white officers with equal abandon) back home and what do you get? You get a superduper top secret cadre led by brilliant ex-Jungian Captain Aaron Rodgers that can rob banks, knock off informers, halt subways, false alarm the entire Manhattan fire department, take over radio stations -- and kill, kill, kill all the top banana crumby Southern senators and governors in town for the Democratic Convention, where they're attempting a little reactionary coup of their own. Topnotch cop sarge Dan Roberts of Special Ops (minority control) figures it out via lots of hard fast thought, but this time, for whitey, it's too late, as in the tear- and vomit-gassed convention hall old committee leaders topple like napalmed trees, ridding the U.S. of lots of scum and, not so incidentally, psychologically traumatizing the black community into a recognition of its power. A tough, nasty thriller of a book about one way to save this country; perhaps not implausible, either, when you think about the race ratio that was in the front lines of America's largest turkey shoot.