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

In the early 1970s, I attended a state college in the Los Angeles area and used a bicycle for transportation. There was a black bus driver who had a layover stop a few blocks from campus. One day I rode past his stopped bus, and he spit on me out the window from his driver’s seat. “He didn’t see me,” I thought. The next day I rode past his stopped bus and he spit on me again. After that, I took a different route to school.

In school, I had a fellow student, a black guy, threaten me because I helped a black female student with her remedial math classwork. I guess he felt I was encroaching on his turf. Another black student threatened me with a knife when I suggested he stop groping a female student, since she was yelling at him to stop. Two years later that black guy was admitted to medical school in spite of the fact that he failed second-year chemistry!

Of course I don’t tell my friends and family any of this because they would label me as a “racist.”