“How dare you break my daughter’s toy!” he said, continually whipping me. I tried defending myself, but that only angered him further, “you value NOTHING, you low-life, degenerate pig.”

What's your price?

No one buys me. NO ONE!

I had enough – I tripped him and smashed his skull in with a vase. I never had to feel bad about being called a ‘nigger’, ever.