Its a Shame to Be a Negro (Chapter 1, page 1 of 9)

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Chapter 1

Night … 1969 Eight o'clock at night, the weather was chilly and muggy after a light rain outside of a mini-mall located in a harsh neighborhood where I used to live. It was not a good day for-businesses. The street was very quiet until... two gunmen rushed out of a clothing store screaming at each other.

"Man, what-what we gonna do now, man?" said one of the panic-stricken gunmen who was wearing a ski mask.

He looked up at the other thug, who was also wearing a ski mask and who had taken a 45-year-old African-American woman hostage.

She struggled tirelessly. She fought, cried. She tried to wrench her short, thin body from the gunman's arms but failed.

"No! No! No! Please let me go! Let me go to him! Please..." She wept, screamed as her voice got weaker and weaker then faded away.

A young man was dead. His dead body lay on the curb soaked in a river of his own blood. Meanwhile, I had just pulled my car over across the street a distance from where the tall gunman had taken the woman hostage.

As I looked closer at the scene, I realized that the weary lady taken hostage was my beloved mother! Panicked, I opened the glove compartment where there was always a gun. I took the gun out as Reggie looked for a public phone.

I jumped out of the car and ran to the scene. I heard shots fired once...twice...three times!

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