“They’re fucking our women. They’re stealing our shit. They’re slitting our throats. We are at the mercy of the niggers. I’m just about ready to kill me one. Who’s with me?” I was six. I learned early. My white skin was all I needed to survive. God chose me to be in the master race and I wasn’t going to let him down.
I never knew much about my dad. I knew more about my granddad. Everybody said the same thing, “Your dad was a good man…but your grandfather was a son of a bitch.” From the earliest of ages, I hated my grandfather. I declared it as loud as I could, “Any friend of the niggers ain’t no friend of mine.”
We was poor…really poor. I had to learn about sex wherever I could. I lost my virginity to a chicken. I fucked it so hard that I killed it. That damn thing squawked and squawked until it didn’t. Momma got remarried. I hated that son of a bitch. He tried to beat momma and I one night until I put a knife in his stomach. That was when I left the house. I was fourteen.
I was terrified to jump on that thing. I kept on having visions of getting my head sliced off on the track. Finally, I ran and jumped. I missed and slid down the embankment. I was all bloodied and battered. I decided to take a break. The money was gone. I went down to the river to see what I could come up with. After a few drinks of water, I looked up to find a beautiful nigger. I was so damn horny that I decided to fuck the animal. She resisted for a second and then settled down. I pretended like she was a white woman. After I came all in her, I got her name. Sometime later, as I was passing through again. One of the niggers on the train told me that she’d gotten pregnant right around that time and had had a little boy. I didn’t need no little nigger in my life…so I just acted like I didn’t even hear him.
By the time I got to Atlanta, I was fifteen. I worked in a grocery store and lived in a boarding house. I did everything as cheap as I could…except for the pussy. I bought the best I could find.
Late one night, I’d had a few drinks and came across a nigger in an alley. I beat the shit out of him. I even took the biggest rock I could and find and slammed it down on his face. I might have killed him. Fortunately, nobody cares about animals. I bent down and opened his pockets. After rummaging through everything, I took the money and ran.
Zack was getting worse.
Even God couldn’t help.
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