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

He was breathing so hard, it was short and nervous like his current demeanor, he had never seen an Indian man in Mississippi and he suddenly knew why. In prison or on the streets he could n't take anybody by himself but with the crutch of his Arian Brothers he had curb stomped countless people, in fact he was famous for it, that is why he was in the coma. He had been by himself, first time in a long time, walking alone in the typical dark alley way and was jumped. His brain swelled from the hit with a bat, his back was fused in a few places from a near fatal crowbar, and the lower ribs on his left side were literally missing from a close encounter with a shotgun. All this because he never belonged to a group, a man under five and a half feet would never make it in Montgomery, if not for being in the brotherhood he would be no better than the rest of them but slap on some tats and shave your head suddenly to them he was `` scrappy''. But after countless turf wars, firm anti discrimination laws, and a successful reform of immigration, the `` Brotherhood'' stuck together like Pam on wax paper. Now in a world 25 years later, where America was finally the melting pot it had bragged about being, he would never belong, he would never be employed, he would never marry, and he would never live past next week with his old world culture swirling around him. But that is what you get when you trade said respect and love for fellow humans for a swastika face tattoo.
