KKK Killers

Going To Town

I woke up feeling dreadful.

My eyes had circles around them and I felt sick.

I had not slept the night before because of the anxiety that had built up in me. For I was afraid that I would meet something evil in the night. I had my dagger in it's leather sheath next to me. I was clenching to so hard that my fingers ached from doing it.

My teeth were rough from all the clenching and grinding I had done during the night.

I was not a good morning at all.

I got out of bed and went to the table where we had our meals. Ma had made some oatmeal because that was all we could afford, for the high paying jobs were reserved for the white folk. My father had been affected by those white folk, because he had to give up his job for a poor white folk. I hate those white people I thought. Most of them hated my kind also.

I then thought, there were some white folk. Most likely only President Kennedy, but I hated white folk.

I ate my oatmeal grumpily and my mother took note to this. She said to me "Nehemiah what is on your mind?" I didn't know what to say.

She would most likely shame me for insulting the white people, but for all the things they had done to my people. How was someone supposed to like them?

I was greatly troubled by this.

I finished my oatmeal and headed for my job. I worked in town as a shoe shiner and did some odd jobs here and there. I enjoyed my job because I could get information and gossip from the people who I shined shoes for. Plus I loved ripping off the white folk and brag to my friends how much money I got off them.

So I walked to town, still grumpy, a little nervous, but confident.

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I arrived town and everybody was whispering among themselves. I was glad that they didn't look at me or point at me, for I thought they were talking directly about me. I got to know this when I talked to my friend.

I asked "Why is everyone whispering so harshly around town?" With a puzzled look on my face.

He answered " Someone had dared to kill the Sheriff, he was found near his home."

At this I felt worried inside, but I was careful not to show my emotions. I knew that I killed a KKK leader, but I did not know it was the sheriff because he had a hood on. I then thanked him and left.

If I wanted to stay alive Jose and I would need to do some more work. Dirty work. So I began to think about my master plan.

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As I was doing my rounds I walked near Grandpa Jones' house. I found some wealthy white man that I didn't know and shined his shoes. He gave me a quarter(20 more cents than I charge a colored man) and went up to Grandpa's house.

I looked in the house to find he was not there.

Panicked I began to race around his house. He was sitting in his rocking chair crocheting a hat.

Once I saw him, my heart began to beat back to its normal pace. I was very glad that I had saw him, and that the KKK didn't hang him or burn him on a cross. He looked up after he finished his row of stitching and asked if I knew that I had killed the sheriff.

I replied "Yes, but I didn't know it was him."

He replied "You will have to get used to the news spreading, but you must not let anyone know you did it. Any white man will tell the KKK, so be careful!"

I took his advice to heart, although it would be hard to hide my emotions. Even though I loathed the KKK and the white people. The memory of pulling the dagger out of the sheriff still haunted me. I wished I wouldn't have to kill another person for a while.

I walked from Grandpa's house and headed back into town. I looked for bulletin boards for posters from the KKK. They posted their annual picnics and burning of crosses and etc. I wanted to know where they were going to have their next meeting.

The KKK didn't have anything on their boards surprisingly. They must have taken all their posters down because they didn't want a contract killer chasing them. I would have to do my investigative work.

I began to look around town for any suspicious people going to a unofficial spot. I realized that the mayor, a couple of farmers, and a few policemen entered a secret shack. I knew they would be there a while and make plans. I ran to Jose's home to fetch him.

We were going to give the KKK a surprise.