We are cut from history... Our kind deserves respect... Put us in the books...These were some of the things David herd at the rally. A rally to make sure black history is a part of the schools history. To put African American history in the history books. This crowd was in tolerant, some people even violent. "We need to be heard! Now, if they won't put us in the books... We'll force our way into history!" a man yelled raising a fist. Gun shots went off, chants were rising, and people were screaming. Then the crowd rushed forward. David was pushed around like a rag doll, people bumped him as he stood nervous. He was then knocked to the ground. As the people in the newly formed mob rushed past to the capitol, they trampled David. David was stepped on left and right, kicked and trampled.
A few people stepped on his chest and ran off. He covered his head and neck area, and curled up on his side. David struggled to his feet, fighting the pain. As he stood another waves of the riot came. David fought to stay unbalanced. His thin arms forcing his way through the crowd. Even though David as black he felt no need to be in a riot. Especially one like this, full of angry African Americans. Some people weren't even black. They were just wanna be's who felt the need to learn more about the blacks. People traveled all across the states to go to this rally. David had herd stories of African Americans taking over high was and intersections to Washington D.C.
These people mean business. David pushed his way through the group it seemed endless.Being taken aback by all the people. This was getting out of hand... It was getting dangerous...
Davids rips began to ache, he had trouble breathing. As he caught his breath, a man hit him on the head, with his shoulder, and knocked David down. David was back at square one. Protecting his chest, head, and neck. The people just continued to rush passed him. But then someone stopped, and people started to go around David. The man tried to help David, but noticed the blood coming from his mouth. "Hey, kid you conscious? Kid! Kid!" the blood began to run out of Davids mouth slowly. It dripped from his nose, like water from the faucet. He was out cold... "Kid! Man down! Medic! Medic!" the man said waving unconscious David.
The man ran David through the riot. "Medic! Help!" the man yelled. He tackled a man with David in his arms. They pushed through the crowd. "Hey! Kid... C'mon wake up." the mystery man said. They ran all the way to a stand by ambulance. There was a lady yelling at people, and directing them in the other direction "Hey! I'm talkin to you skinny jeans! Go to the left, the left!" she yelled indicting with her hands. "Hey! I got a guy, he needs help." the man said. The women looked in horror, "It looks like he has fractured ribs keep him straight!" she shouted over the chants and rioters. "How do you know you only got a glimpse of his?" the man protested.
"Keep him straight! I've seen this before, bring him into the truck hurry!" she said. The women was Hispanic, she had a thick ascent. "Robert step on it we got a live one!" she shouted. All you could hear was the loud truck siren. "Do you know this boy?" the medic asked. "No I just found him on the ground. He was being trampled on, by multiple people. "Do you know his name?" the medic asked. "If I found a kid on the ground, do you think I would know his name? I mean c'mon its common sense woman help the darn kid!" the man replied. "I asked because, maybe you were there a little bit of the time he was conscious. You didn't stat the condition you found him in." the woman said. "You wanna know what condition he was in? The same one he's in now! Help the boy do your job!" the man shouted.
"Sir you got ten seconds before I kick you out of this truck. Cool it or get out!" she said in a calmer voice.
