KKK Killers

Setting Arson

I began to plan and negotiate with Jose.

We were going to set arson to this shack and we thought "Should we make it noticeable that it was arson or make it look like an accident." We didn't have much time, for we did not know what time the members would decided to leave the shack.

We agreed upon that we should make it look like an accident. We began to find things like old oil cans and other items to prepare for the fire. These items would then make the whole thing look like an accident, especially if we added a hole to spill oil. This we thought out and found that it was a good idea.

We locked the door to the shack preventing anyway out of the shack. We then started the shack on fire, one match and there was an explosion. We had not anticipated an explosion and our clothes were on fire. We quick, as we were taught at school, to stop, drop, and roll.

Our hair was singed from the fire, but we were alive and were glad about it.

We then heard screams coming from the shack. They were from the KKK members that we locked in the shack. Jose and I started to run because we didn't want to be caught by any police or fire fighters.

Nobody had a smile as large as ours.

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We met at our meeting place and discussed how successful and unsuccessful we were.

Two hands gently touched our shoulders. I was afraid at first, but then relieved when I saw it was Grandpa Jones.

He had a smug smile on his face. He was glad, but he knew the work was not finished. He then began to say "You boys have done a great thing today. The step towards a KKK ridden USA, and a step towards Black freedom."

My heart began to pump faster as I heard his words. I never thought that my "work" had such a big impact on other people. I began to say my goodbyes and headed home. I never thought of that ever.

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I ran home and found that my parents weren't there. I didn't think much of it, because maybe they were busy or running an errand. 

I then prepared for myself a meal, and made extra for my parents.

It was hours till they arrived. They had grim looks of sadness upon their faces. I knew that whatever they were going to say would not be good... at all. I decided to not break the silence and wait till they would tell me. I didn't want to know, but curiosity would eventually get the best of me.