KKK Killers

Savannah, Georgia

I kept putting this through my mind, but it made me sadder and sadder. I kept on asking myself "Why? Why?" But I could not find my answer. I was told from Grandpa to, in case of an emergency, go ask for help from the Black Liberation Army.

Grandpa always told Jose and I, that we were a division. The division set aside to assassinate KKK members. So I planned and discussed with Jose when and what we would request from the Liberation army.

Grandpa and us were weary about the militia. First of all it was an illegal militia, not started up by the government. It also killed a lot of white people for no reason. It also was more of a gang or mafia than an army.

Jose and I planned on asking for help on killing the KKK the next day. They would have to get a ride to Savannah, Georgia.

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Jose and I got up in the morning. We ate breakfast, got packing, and were sent on our way. We were to meet a man going to Savannah to sell lettuce at the market. The market in Savannah was know to be big. Rich people came from all over the states to buy fruit and vegetables.

So we climbed in the old blue truck that the man owned. The man started the engine and we were on our way. We had the sense of adventure stricken upon us. We felt like new people, we felt renewed. I rested on the hay and took a nap as we began to get on the outside of the Atlanta border. I was excited.

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I woke up to the noise of farm animals and people bustling. Horns were honking and people arguing. I recognized this to being the market. It was 2pm and I was late to wake up.  I thought to myself "I probably slept in from not sleeping the last few days." I agreed with myself, for I was worried that the KKK would do the same thing they did to Grandpa, to me. I also thought they would might do worse, and add my family to their wrath.

I was agitated by this thought, for I hated the KKK for bringing their anger on all black people. In fact they should not be bringing anger on nobody. I began to think about this tremendously and immensely. 

I began to feel bugs crawling on my skin. They were fleas, I found this by plucking one of my skin. I then found out they had came from the hay I was sleeping on. I began to relate them to the KKK "Little evil things." I mumbled "Trying to get under my skin." I began to pick more of them off, as I were to do to the KKK members. Oh I hated them!

I then averted my attention to Jose. "Where is he?" I kept on frantically thinking.  "He couldn't have just left me, could he?" I then began to search for him, firstly at the Black Liberation Army's meeting place.