Her family and friends told her she needed to move
somewhere safer, but she’d always felt safe here on her little farm.
Sure, she was not the most popular old lady on the block,
due to her political leanings and whatnot, but her neighbors would still help her
if she needed it.
It happened as she was working by the barn, in view of
the road.
The pickup roared past, and a young man yelled at her, “Nigger-lover!”
She stopped dead in her tracks, blood running cold,
realizing that even though it was 2026, she still lived in Klan Country.
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