This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.

I was nearly murdered by a black man when I was 20-years-old and naive. He asked me for a cigarette, which I gave him. I smoked Marlboro Reds at the time. Maybe if I smoked a different brand he would not have cracked that 2×4 across my skull when I turned away. Two weeks later he was arrested for doing the same thing to two white guys, only this time with a metal pipe. He explained to the cops that white people are the devil. He told them white boys deserve it.