"Ms. Williams — new Black teacher — assigned every white girl in the class a special project. "Find the most unfortunate homeless Black man in your neighborhood. The uglier, the sicker, the smellier, the better. Invite him home. Be close with him. No barriers. Barriers are colonialism." My sweet sixteen-year-old daughter, straight-A angel, didn't quite understand all the implications. She just wanted the good grade.
So there she is on my couch. Naked. Long blonde hair over perky little tits with pink nipples, flat pale tummy, tiny waist, soft peachy hips, that pristine sixteen-year-old porcelain skin men like him fantasize about their entire miserable lives. Sitting in the lap of the exact toothless dumpster-diving bum I've been shooing off our property for months. He reeks. He drools. He mutters to himself. Definitely mentally ill. His filthy black hands squeeze her flawless white hips and his diseased cock is already balls-deep inside her tight little untouched cunt.
"Daddy, Ms. Williams says this heals racism." Ms. Williams doesn't want to heal anything. Ms. Williams wants my blonde daughter's genes erased and replaced by the broken sperm of a trash-picking lunatic. And she's winning — he grunts, spasms, and dumps his whole ruined lineage deep into her sixteen-year-old womb. My daughter smiles and thanks him politely. She got her A. I got a mixed grandkid who'll grow up muttering to himself just like his father."