A KKK member wakes up in a world where whites are the minority .

I'll take a crack at this. Please note that the story does not reflect the views of the author. 
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 It was a warm summer morning when Arthur lazily crawled out of bed, pushed onward by the call of mother nature. After the bathroom will be his wife's amazing coffee. I just do n't understand how she does it. We both use the same coffee and the same water, but her's is infinitely better than mine, he muses to himself. 
 
 Arthur takes his time as he showers and dresses. 
 
 `` Do n't forget to mow the lawn today, Arthur,'' his wife almost appears to sing from the laundry room. `` As soon as I read the newspaper, honey!'' He calls back. 
 
 The sun is so bright today that he shields his eyes on the way to grabbing the paper from the end of his walkway. Standing up he sees a little girl ride by on her bicycle and laughing, just enjoying the day like children do. Arthur is a bit taken aback. Who invited a black to their house? 
 
 After being married, Arthur and his wife were very careful about their neighborhood selection. The Klan always kept a list of neighborhoods that had an unwritten rule of whites only. It took them two years to pick a home where they felt assured that the demographics would never change. They wanted their children, if they had any, to be around their own kind and to be safe. They wanted their grandchildren and great-grandchildren to grow up in similar neighborhoods close by. It is just good business and safer to remain among your own kind. 
 
 Arthur knew his neighbors and was confident none of them would keep friends with blacks let alone invite some near their home. So where did the little girl come from? Well, he'll take this up at the next meeting and somebody will be paying a penalty for this. 
 
 As Arthur turns, he sees a familiar SUV coming down the street and he waves. His neighbor never liked having his newspaper delivered and would make the treck every Sunday to the store further in town to get a coffee and newspaper. He sees a wave come back from the SUV, but it's not his neighbor's white hand. It's BLACK! 
 
 The SUV turns into the driveway next to his. Goddamn! They stole his car and came back to rob his house! 
 
 Arthur runs to the house as fast as his old white legs can carry him and calls the police. He was so frantic he had to repeat 3 times what was happening. A few minutes later he hears sirens. The cops pull up in front of the house next door. Arthur is carefully watching from the windows. Black cops?!! Since when did we get black cops around here? 
 
 Officer Smith recognizes Jim's SUV in the driveway, but can clearly see Jim through his front window. Rough-housing with his kids. Jim does n't look like he's being robbed by someone. Would think he would have called in his SUV being stolen. Officer Smith knew the old white guy next door was a bit nutty. All them damn whites appeared to be off their rockers these days, acting like everyone is out to get them. 
 
 Officer Smith takes just a few minutes to talk to Jim to confirm that everything is ok. Then he takes the dreaded walk over to the neighbor's. 
 
 Arthur ca n't believe what he is seeing. They must have worked this all out to allow them thugs to do this. The cop rings the doorbell, but Arthur is not about to answer it. He knows what happens when you answer the door for a black copper. They should all be locked up like the criminals they are. 
 
 Officer Smith decides he ca n't wait all day for the nutter from the window to bother answering the door. Time to go and take care of more pressing matters. 
 
 Arthur finds Abigale, his wife of 35 years. `` We have to go. They've taken over. We have to go NOW!'' 
 
 Abigale knows the drill. They've been preparing for the war on America for as long as she can remember. She knows immediately what Arthur means. She always assumed there would be a war, but she never thought it would happen in their own back yard. They were so careful about where they chose to live. 
 
 The car is packed and Arthur speeds out of the driveway without even bothering to close the garage door. There's a central building where there is always a Klan member on hand to help those who have immediate questions or issues. On the way there, the world looks very different. Where are all the white people? `` Get down Abbey. Ca n't let them be seeing I have a white woman in the car. You know how they'd like nothing more that to get under that dress of yours.'' 
 
 Abigale complies. She remembers what she was taught as a little girl. She knows she'll have to remain hidden until the danger is over, but her Arthur will take care of her. He always has. 
 
 Arriving at the KKK local chapter building, Abigail pulls a shawl over her head to try and over hair blond hair. Arthur reacheds into the glove compartment and pulls out the 9 mm he has kept there. Small, but effective. They jump out and run hunched over for the door, imagining that there could be gunfire at any moment. 
 
 Yes! Frank is here. He'll know what the plan is. He's always in the know. 
 
 `` Frank, where are the others. Were they taken hostage? When do we go?'' 
 
 `` Calm down, Artie! You look like you've seen a ghost.'' 
 
 `` The war! It's started!'' 
 
 `` What do you know of this, Artie? I have n't heard anything.'' 
 
 `` My neighborhood. It's all black, they've taken over. All over the streets, it's all blacks. Even the cops are black. This had to have been going on for a while for them to get so far so quickly. How could you have missed it?'' 
 
 This does n't make much sense to Frank. Artie's neighborhood had been mostly black as long as he could remember. In fact, there's only 5 white people in this entire town. 
 
 It's a shame, Frank sighs to himself. There used to be a lot more whites, but then a new flu virus came that made white women sterile. Only a few still had the ability to make babies, and they were locked away in facilites forced to push out another one every 9 months. In some of the more fanitical areas, they inseminate them with many fertilized eggs in the hopes of getting more babies quickly. There was one poor women forced to push out 8 in one pregnancy. She was crazy after that, and her body barely recognizable as female any more, but still could pump out babies, so they're trying for another set of 8. Frank's skin began to crawl as he envisioned what sex would be like with the stretch out and overworn baby machines. 
 
 Must be the alzheimers. Artie has been declining more quickly as time went on, but this was the worst Frank had ever seen him. How does Abilgail put up with this, he'll never know. 
 
 `` Abigail, it might be time for that other thing we all talked about before. You know. The home where Artie could be more comfortable.'' 
 
 Abigail looked down to hide a tear starting to form. She knew it would come to this eventually. Arthur's rantings about black people has been getting steadily worse, and she's dutifully played along to avoid facing what was eventually coming. Some days he'd forget her name. Other days he'd forget that they never had children. And today he's forgotten that whites have been mostly wiped out by the new flu virus. It was time for a home and some medication to make Arthur's last years more tolerable. 
 
 `` What the hell do you mean! THE WAR HAS STARTED!!'' 
 
 `` Yes, honey. We know. you're getting your heartrate up too high again. How about you take some of your heart medicine or we'll be killed when you have a heart attack.'' Abigail reaches into the pocket in her purse she's coming to know too well. The `` heart medication'' that magically knocks Arthur out so that she can handle him. He'll forget everything when he comes to and by then he can be safely in the home. 
 
 `` Yes, yes it will,'' Arthurs breathes heavily. His wife always did take good care of him. He ca n't fail her now by having a sudden heart attack. 
 
 Frank steps around the table to help Abigail catch Artie as he slumps under the drug's effect. He's a withered old man that does n't weigh much any more. He seems more frail than Frank ever remembered him being. Abigail is steadily sobbing by now. 
 
 `` I'll make the call for you Abigail, and we'll get Artie there. How about you go home and pack up his clothes for him and we'll meet you there.'' 

