Jeffrey Affumba was a young teen during a dark and depressing time for white Americans. A man named Jabari Ababio has set in place the Ababio Chronicles, a set of laws that directly targeted white America. White people were still dying everyday to their black oppressors, who suffered no consequences. Beatings, hangings, and fire bombing of the white ghettos plagued the nation's south, and didn't seem to be slowing down at all. Jeffery was traveling to the south to see some distant family, and having grown up in the north, he wasn't used to the Ababio Chronicles. For Jeffrey, the outright racism and hate was a painful realization, having grown up in the north. Regardless, he tried to stay out of any black peoples way, hoping he'd be safe. He spent most of his time at his uncle's house. He'd go to the store rarely, never more than once every two days. He was a talented student, in both sports and academics, and would have had a bright future. But then something unfortunate happened.
One night, while Jeffrey was asleep, about 4 black men broke into his uncle's house with guns. They snatched him from his bed, and dragged him to their pick up truck. His family never saw him alive again.
"W-Where are you taking me?!"
"Shut the fuck up yank, you die tonight! Shouldn't have whistled at my sister!"
"B-but I didn't whistle at any girls."
"I said shut up!!!"
Punch after punch, they beat Jeffrey all the way to their destination, a river in the woods. They continued beating him until he was barely maintaining his consciousness.
"W-w-why?"
"I don't need a reason to kill a yank, put the wire around his neck!!!"
They wrapped barb wire around his neck, and then tied it to a large, heavy fan. They intended on throwing him into the river once they finished.
"P-p-please, d-don't."
"You just don't know how to shut up kid, I'll fix that right now though."
Jeffrey looked up through blurred vision to see the most merciful thing he'd seen that night. A revolver to his head
"Die you worthless piece of shit!"
And with a smirk on his face, he pulled the trigger, as simply as he'd flip a lightswitch.