Right after I received the letter from Rochester about a man whose son was victim of the Knockout Game, I received an email from one of my readers with excerpts from
MAKES ME WANNA HOLLER by Nathan McCall
” …………We all hated white people. The fellas and I never talked about specific things they’d done to us, but we instinctively knew that each of us had been through bad scenes with white folks before. So we took it out on white boys.
After we reached the ninth grade and were sent to the mostly white Woodrow Wilson High School across town, we fucked up white boys more than we went to class. We walked through secluded areas of the building after classes on Fridays. When we came upon a white boy, somebody would light into him, then everybody else sprang and we’d do him in……………… ”
“…. After my older brother Dwight got his driver’s license, a group of us would pile into my stepfather’s car some evenings and cruise through a nearby white neighborhood, searching for people walking the streets. We’d spot some whites, get out, rush over, and, using sticks and fists, try to beat them to within an inch of their lives. …”