White Trash by Leanne ColeA Story Written For Christophers 'Devil's Advocate' Challenge
(disclaimer) per Chistopers rules of competition, my beliefs lie in equality for all and are opposite of this story.
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A tale of what some would dare to call reverse discrimination
"Dey stupid! dey know dey caint be out after dark whyte as dey iz!" Duecy cackled. "I think we hurt one of em tho. She wuzn't movin' afterwards. Her eyes wuz open." Lil Petey said quietly. "Whut you gettin' scared fo man? tsk She only a cracka. C'mon man. I'm starved after alladat Lets go down to Roscoes." LIl Petey wiped the rest of the blood from his hands onto the grass. they stroll to Roscoes for some chicken and waffles in a good mood. "Dat shit wuz all good wuzn't man? hee hee"
Lily Whyte stared in horror over at JenniferRose and knew she had died long before Duecy and Lil Petey were finished with them.. She looked down at her little sisters hand still grasping the inhaler. ready to shoot. inhale. breathe. "I'm Sorry JenniferRose! I'm so sorry!"
Footsteps. Slowing. Then running away... Footsteps from the opposite direction "What time is it Hun? Hun? What're you...Oh my...Are her legs broken? EW! I think the other one is dead! C'mon Hun step away ! Lets get outta here. We shouldnt have come out! I knew it! I knew it!" "But Darling she's a whyte girl we gotta help our own." "Come on i said! it's dark we just should have stayed in our own area" Hun and Darling scurried on home, across the tracks, down the alleys to the flats where they dwelled quietly in fear, resentment and hatred with the rest of the Whytes.
Uptown at Drucillas Jazz Joint a few locals of the thriving, bustleing, chocolate City of Blaqueington, were discussing how best to deal with the town embarrassment of Whyteville during the Blaque Citizens Convention. "This will be better than having the Olympics here" Mrs. Blaque said "You! Girl bring my drink here and lift your head. You do NOT want to get that limp lanky hair in it or it will be your job" Mrs Blaque leaned into Mrs. Browne and said not quietly "I hate being around them but what is one to do? We need service." Mrs Browne leaned back and said loudly "You know they all smell like wet dogs" "And have no ass!" a man yelled out. Everyone in the room howeled "And the food they eat!" ..."they all look alike!" .... the pale little waitress went back to her post.
"have you come to help?" Lily said to the young whyte boy leaning over her. "yeah. I'm gonna help myself to what you got in that bag" he said as he grabbed it and ran away with her mom's medicine. That was why she had to be out in the dark; to get her moms meds. Her mom probably called the police. Why was it taking so long? But she knew why. The only way you could get the police to come to Whyteville was to call and say "Theres a Whyte man beating up a Blaque woman!" It was almost daylight. The safe time. For the last time Lily Whyte wondered if her mom remembered to call the police....for the last time Lily Whyte shed a tear.
two down..
the only good whytee is a dead Whytee
(disclaimer) per Chistopers rules of competition, my beliefs lie in equality for all and are opposite of this story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A tale of what some would dare to call reverse discrimination
"Dey stupid! dey know dey caint be out after dark whyte as dey iz!" Duecy cackled. "I think we hurt one of em tho. She wuzn't movin' afterwards. Her eyes wuz open." Lil Petey said quietly. "Whut you gettin' scared fo man? tsk She only a cracka. C'mon man. I'm starved after alladat Lets go down to Roscoes." LIl Petey wiped the rest of the blood from his hands onto the grass. they stroll to Roscoes for some chicken and waffles in a good mood. "Dat shit wuz all good wuzn't man? hee hee"
Lily Whyte stared in horror over at JenniferRose and knew she had died long before Duecy and Lil Petey were finished with them.. She looked down at her little sisters hand still grasping the inhaler. ready to shoot. inhale. breathe. "I'm Sorry JenniferRose! I'm so sorry!"
Footsteps. Slowing. Then running away... Footsteps from the opposite direction "What time is it Hun? Hun? What're you...Oh my...Are her legs broken? EW! I think the other one is dead! C'mon Hun step away ! Lets get outta here. We shouldnt have come out! I knew it! I knew it!" "But Darling she's a whyte girl we gotta help our own." "Come on i said! it's dark we just should have stayed in our own area" Hun and Darling scurried on home, across the tracks, down the alleys to the flats where they dwelled quietly in fear, resentment and hatred with the rest of the Whytes.
Uptown at Drucillas Jazz Joint a few locals of the thriving, bustleing, chocolate City of Blaqueington, were discussing how best to deal with the town embarrassment of Whyteville during the Blaque Citizens Convention. "This will be better than having the Olympics here" Mrs. Blaque said "You! Girl bring my drink here and lift your head. You do NOT want to get that limp lanky hair in it or it will be your job" Mrs Blaque leaned into Mrs. Browne and said not quietly "I hate being around them but what is one to do? We need service." Mrs Browne leaned back and said loudly "You know they all smell like wet dogs" "And have no ass!" a man yelled out. Everyone in the room howeled "And the food they eat!" ..."they all look alike!" .... the pale little waitress went back to her post.
"have you come to help?" Lily said to the young whyte boy leaning over her. "yeah. I'm gonna help myself to what you got in that bag" he said as he grabbed it and ran away with her mom's medicine. That was why she had to be out in the dark; to get her moms meds. Her mom probably called the police. Why was it taking so long? But she knew why. The only way you could get the police to come to Whyteville was to call and say "Theres a Whyte man beating up a Blaque woman!" It was almost daylight. The safe time. For the last time Lily Whyte wondered if her mom remembered to call the police....for the last time Lily Whyte shed a tear.
two down..
the only good whytee is a dead Whytee
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