Today I was going home on public transportation when I was the KKK beating up a young man my age. I felt for the man deeply because he was singled out for being black (I too am African American). If I had gotten off the bus to save the man I would surely would've been beaten too. That made me angry and knowing I couldn't do anything to help this man. He was badly hurt and I started to feel for his family. I realized I wasn't thinking about he men doing the beating. Those eight men I could've easily hated, but in their eyes they saw that innocent man as Satan. I couldn't hate a man for trying to destroy something evil, despite how misguided they were. When that man cried out in pain and struggled, the men continued to beat him. For their objective they didn't see the viciousness of their doings. The persons who was guilty for the man's murder (I read about his death in the paper the next day.) wasn't guilty of beating up a defensiveless man, but the person who taught those men to hate me and my race was to blame. From that time on everytime I pass their or miss the bus and have to walk home from their I say alittle pray that I may make it home safely. While I am praying to be safe those men are praying for the destruction of evil (which the see is me). I cannot say they are right, but in two sides of a war both parties pray to god and only one party is vicotorious. Life is just one big fat goose egg. One night I was comming home from my night class when I realized this strange bald white guy was following in for about a block. I started to run and say all the prayers and all the hymns I know. Then at that moment I saw a bus in the next block. I ran for it and didn't realize if it was the bus I needed. Well when I ran the guy behind me ran too, but I made it to the bus before he caught up to me and when I asked the bus driver a block and a half later what bus I was on it turned out the be the right one. Its a small miracle since the bus runs every half hour and I just missed one and about 3 blocks later the bus came.

As for that man I don't know if he was a skin head or what he was pretty creepy and I prejudged him. So I saw a white man with a shaved head and saw him as an ememy and feared him. For all I know he could've been just gotten out of the Army or Navy or had a bad hair day and shaved his hair off. So what I want to tell you everyone is guilty of some form of racism, but we all are the solution for racial harmony. Everytime we pray to protect outselves from enemies our enemies pray the same.

Why hasn't there been a black president? Is it that many non-blacks don't want one or is it that no one is qualified? Why hasn't there been a president that wasn't non-white or female? This is not meant tred on other races, but why hasn't the black race got a fair deal? Not too many people know or even heard of compensation for kidnapping their ancestors from their homes in Africa. This compensation stemmed from the government compensating Japaneese people for placing them in concentration camps in WWII. Now why hasn't the African American race received any compensation. I know the government doesn't have to the money to give every African American citizen (not including bi-racials) money. I saw the president say he was sorry about the slave trade and racism, but that isn't enough! That is like putting a bandaid on a cancer, it just won't heal it! I feel that I and my African brothers and sisters should not pay taxes to a government that has raped, murdered, touchered, lynched, falsely-imprisioned, degraded and on. How can anyone expect this to not go unpunished or uncompensated. The emotional scars my family suffered alone isn't going to be solved if the president and all the people in the state of Georgia said they were sorry for all the hardships and the lynching of my grandmother's siblings. America is the nation of oppurtunity and cannot deny that, but it is a nation where its officers broke up a family, came in took a woman beat her with chains in front of her 5 young children untill her dress stuck to her. I could never ever fight for this country in a war nor would I die for it! So if a war breaks out and the United States expects me to fight I will go southbound into Mexico! There is no way in hell-o that I take arms against another nation, people I don't know and kill them and their sons, daughters, mothers, fathers and friends.

For every race out there, for everyone
Life isn't pretty nor easy, but who told us that it was. . . .