"...find the defendant Guilty... " The words still enraged Ken. "That nigger got what he had comin'!" He thought to himself. "All those white people on the jury don't got no idea what's comin'!" The judge gave a stern speech about the evils of racism, which Ken ignored, then sentenced him to life in prison for the torture and murder of a black couple. Kyle, a fellow Klan member, and supposed friend, had blamed everything on Ken, and got a lighter sentence for it. Ken seethed at the thought of it, but it didn't matter now. In the van on the way to Reidsville, the cop riding with Ken looked over at him and began to laugh. "Boy are you one stupid fuck up!" "Fuck you, cock sucker!" Ken yelled. The cop replied with a huge fist to Ken's face, sending Ken to the floor of the van. Ken could taste blood in his mouth, but he was shackled so he could do nothing. "Boy, you're gonna love prison! Those big black niggers get one look at all those tattoos, and ain't no one gonna be able to save you!" He was covered with racist tattoos, including a "White Power" tattoo on his right forearm. For the first time, Ken began to panic. He was always a little guy--even now at 28 only 5'6" and no more than 130. He thought he was such a big man when he was with the Klan... He stood shackled before the warden, who humorlessly stared at Ken's face. "We've got a special place for all you racist assholes here at Riedsville. Judging from your size, I don't think you'll last more than a couple a days here. You see, boy, you didn't get the death penalty, but you'll be executed just the same!" Ken felt his neck get hot. He was terrified. "You gotta protect me from them niggers!" he whimpered. The black guard standing nearby stood stone faced. "Shut up, fucker!" the warden yelled. "Take him to Yard 4." As the guards grabbed his arms, the warden let out a low chuckle, then began to plan his press statement for when those Atlanta reporters began to ask questions about another death at Reidsville. He could hear the prisoner yelling down the hall... The guards stopped before a heavy steel door inside a cage. After a message on the radio, the door opened. The guards uncuffed Ken, then opened the next door. It opened, not to a yard, like Ken thought, but to what looked like a dark gym. "Here's another one for ya, boys!" one of the guards yelled. The guards laughed, shoved Ken to the floor and up against the brick wall, then locked the door as they left. Ken looked up to see about two-dozen of the hugest black guys he had ever seen in his life working out. The nearest one finished pressing a bar with eight 45-pound plates, then sat up and looked over at Ken. His enormous pecs were shiny with sweat that reflected the low light of the gym. He was black as tar, Ken thought, like his grandmother used to say. The monsters gathered around him, and one grunted "Get up, boy!" Ken felt his knees weaken as he tried to stand, but before he could, one of the guys swung a huge arm overhead and pounded Ken back to the floor. The force made his ears ring. "I said get up, boy!" the first one yelled. Ken tried to stand again, but again, another fist came at him--this one to his gut. He doubled over, spitting up blood, and collapsed again. He heard some of the guys laughing. Next, a couple of the smaller ones (meaning less than 250 pounds) grabbed his arms and stood him up. Then the one doing the bench presses came up and stared down at him. The guy must have been almost a foot taller than Ken because his face was staring at his massive chest. The black guy then puled back his massive arm and hurled it into Ken's face. He felt the blow snap his head back, and break some teeth, and horrible pain like he'd never experienced before he blacked out... When Ken awoke, he found himself strapped to a bench with duct-tape. He could feel the blood in his mouth--he figured he must've been out for half an hour or so. He could hear iron weights clattering behind him. Had they forgotten him? Was it over? Not even close. These guys had years of anger at white prison officials pent up inside, and they were gonna take it all out on this white boy. Although he didn't know it, Ken's life was over, and the end would be worse than he ever could have imagined. continued...
