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

On January 16, 2012, I was about a half mile from my house, on the way to work. I pulled over to text. I didn’t think the black kids I had passed were anything to worry about. Before I knew it, they jumped into my car. I ended up being shot at four times and hit once. The 16-year-old who shot me wanted to honor Martin Luther King, Jr. Day by “killing a cracker.” I was the first cracker that got in their way that day.

The teenager who shot me committed a home invasion 13 days after my carjacking and murdered five young men. He was sentenced to only 25 years for all of it.