A Fight with White
14/05/72. The lustrous light blinded Jamul. He tried to open his eyes but was having great difficulty. Suddenly he heard the patter of two little feet venturing towards his bedroom door. He waited anxiously for his customary wake up call. A soft, warm kiss was placed upon his forehead. "Morning Lilly", he said sleepily as he rose from his pillow slowly to close his blinds. Jamul was a single dad of a one-year-old girl Lilly. He was only 17 when she was born and now at 3 years old she couldn't be more perfect. Her beautiful brown eyes and long spiral curls framed her face. She was very petite and delicate. She was so thoughtful and mature for her age. Her shelves were full of stories which Jamul would read before she fell asleep. She was Jamul's life .He would go to the ends of the earth for her. She was the reason he woke up in the morning and went to work. Jamul's girlfriend left due to a drug addiction, and now whenever Jamul left for work, his mother would stay the night and watch her in the morning. Jamul had brought Lilly up in a small ghetto south west of the Bronx, New York. Jamul put on his rugged jeans and worn t-shirt hastily. "Lilly please go and get grandm
He knew he couldn't stay and fight, as he would obviously be killed. Jamul hated this part of the day the most. Therefore I order John Clarkson, Bret Doherty, Malcolm Bainbridge and Sean Wilson to five years imprisonment in New York State prison for causing unprovoked great bodily harm with racist intensions. Jamul, his mum and Lilly all held hands and awaited the verdict. Jamul stood in the box for the next three hours and faced so many questions that they would tear the average man to shreds. The man was white, tall and thin, wearing only a vest and trousers, which were soaked through. This didn't surprise him in the slightest. Jamul never thought twice about helping him. The rain and wind stung his face and his sneakers were soaked through. Everyday he faced the humiliating walk of shame down the middle of the bus in order to sit in the ' black seats'. A half smile came over his face and he opened his eyes. He stared at himself in the full-length mirror.
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