Volume 1

Chapter 1

“Road Rage”

“Come on, come on, you bloody lazy kaffir… Don’t just lay there! Get up on your bloody dirty feet. You’re messing up the street. Where do you want the cars to ride?” The young white teenager lunged forward and violently kicked the black man repeatedly in his groin. The woven black leather horsewhip raised sky-high, came screeching down hard, again and again, across the face of the old man, cowering, moaning, and sobbing in intense agony. Blood gushed from yet another fresh laceration across his swollen cheeks.

The growing crowd stood transfixed, fascinated by the pointless, unprovoked drama so reminiscent of the massacres in the Pantheon of Ancient Greece. On one side of 5th Avenue stood the reveling white spectators, obviously delighted and invigorated by the merciless spectacle of punishment inflicted on the innocent black man, probably no older or younger than most of their fathers.

Almost equal numbers of people with varying shades of…..