Sudden Demise: A trip to the city gone wrong

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By Oya Obinidodo

I decided to take a trip to the city. I had nothing to my name except a black duffel bag, enough food to last for a week, clothes, soap, towels, and a tent. I was running from a bunch of  narcissistic bullies and didn't have time to pack or plan better, because I have no where to live. The world appears to be very skank, useless, and faggot. After I arrived to the city, I popped up my tent and started living there. It was illegal, being that I didn't have money to travel to an official campground, and I also didn't want to be seen by anyone. I didn't want the sickening, gross bullies to find me. They are goofy, and my pain and suffering is not.

After living in hiding for about 4 days, I start feeling sickened. I felt more and more unsafe, so I packed up my luggage and moved to another area, in the woods near a bunch of industrial warehouses. I thought no one would notice me there. I didn't even have a car, I took the train. I stayed there for two more nights until one day a group of Klu Klux klan members walked past me. They were dressed in their usual all white attire and started to make a bonfire in the middle of nowhere, and I heard one of them talking to the other one. None of their faces could be seen.

"I'm sick of this nigger. Tie 'er up and crucify 'er!"

The Klan came rushing towards me and I immediately took off running. I ran for about a half mile before I tripped on a log and fell. The two Klans people grabbed me and dragged me back over to where the bonfire was. In that short period of time, a cross was built and staked into the ground. The Klans people started nailing me to it like the story of Jesus in the bible and I screamed out in immense pain. Blood was pouring from my hands. I couldn't believe what was happening. I knew I was going to die. I couldn't scream, there was already tape over my mouth. The Klans people started to chant and walk in a circle around me, while I was nailed to the cross.

"Nigger, nigger, you must die. Your skin ain't white and you can't cry." 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I didn't know that a level of racism so sickening, sadistic, and deadly even existed. It was like something you would see in a horror film. I knew it probably happened to someone, somewhere, in history, but I didn't think it would be me, and I also thought that hate like that only happened hundreds of years ago. I didn't know that type of stuff was still going on in the 21st century. Five minutes later one of the Klans people took the tape off my mouth and asked me a question.

"Which way do you want to die nigger? You want us to burn you, or do you just want us to burn you?"

I didn't respond. I was in shock and couldn't speak. I was already in too much agony.

"That's what I thought." One of the rednecks said. A few minutes later the leader of their chapter came walking towards me with a stick lit on fire and started waving it around me. Tears started pouring down my face. I felt sick. I urinated on the cross. The Klan person threw the fire at me and the cross started to burn while I was still nailed to it. My flesh started burning and the Klansmen took off. I died of third degree burns. The Klansmen were never held responsible, and no one ever came looking for my body.