Mohammed Ahmed

White Robes
They taught me that black people was a disease, a disease that intended to infest the humanity. I turned eighteen, it was the day that I had been looking forward to, I could finally join the Ku Klux Klan. My parents had told me so much about these people, or what you would call them; a failure to mankind. The day I turned eighteen my parents bought me the Ku Klux Klans robe, my father knew the grand wizard, so I did not have to wait or anything. I still remember when the grand wizard came to me, told me that the black people was having a gathering at the black church. We were waiting outside the church waiting for them to finish, I was anxious, really anxious, waiting there silently. I had some brass knuckles on. Finally they came out, we rushed at them like wild animals, I grabbed him at the shirt. First punch struck his chin. He no time to react before the second punch hit him. Blood, I could see blood from his chin falling down, that's when the leader of our group yelled that we were finished. We went back to our hiding place. we began celebrating. Beers to everyone. Again had they beaten the negroes, as was also my first assignment. Our leader, Calvin, came over to me, took my hand, shooked it and said:“ This boy was born to beat Negroes ”. The next day I woke up, I had a rough night and I could still feel my knuckles, I thought that I broke one of them. The blood was still there, but who cares, it was a victory. I came home, the smile on my parents faces, asked if I could tell them everything that happened that night. I was a success for them, my parents was KKK members before me and their parents before them. A never ending chain of family members. I thought my parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but no, becoming a KKK member were their biggest dream. We were supported by the town so we did not have to work, we all had a salary and it all depended on which rank you had. I was in the back garden, what a beautiful day it was, the light , the flowers, everything were just perfect. The door knocked, I went to the door, it was the Grand Wizard, smiling, he told me that they had a surprise, and everyone were gathered. I went straight to my room, grabbed my robe and hurried over there. When we arrived, there was a field. KKK members everywhere. loud music. Some sort of celebration, when suddenly the music stopped, a man came out starting yelling something. I could not hear it, they took a cross out, then the Grand Wizard took my hand and took me to the cross right in front of me, there was a Negro tied to the cross. They raised the cross, put firewood underneath it and poured gasoline. They gave me a torch with fire, I took it and set fire to the wood, I saw a tear roll down his cheek, he looked at me, saying:“ What have I done to deserve this? ". I just stood there, looking at the fire. I was burning, my soul, myself, on fire, just like the lynched negro. Never again.