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

Ness's eyes cracked open, letting a trickle of bright light stir the man from his slumber. The incoherent blurs slowly took shape. His brain functions resumed and, for the first time, he noticed that he was no longer on his couch. It was n't even his trailer. The ceiling was clean. Not tidy, but sterile. 
 
 `` He's awake,'' shouted a young voice. 
 
 There was something discomforting about the commotion. Part of Ness wanted to attribute the sensation to the fact he had blacked out. But enough of him knew there was something else. 
 
 `` Stand back,'' ordered another voice. There was the distinct pronunciation of a vowel at the end. 
 
 `` The hell?'' spat Ness as he sat himself up. 
 
 Asians. They were all Asian. And they were in his house. 
 
 `` Stay calm, now.'' 
 
 A woman dressed in powder blue nurses scrubs put her hand on his shoulder. Rather than calm the man down, he recoiled and slapper her forearm away. 
 
 `` Get your goddamn hands off me you damn dirty Jap. What the hell are you doing in my house?!'' 
 
 `` House?'' she asked, seemingly ignoring his previous statement. `` This is a hospital. Do you not remember?'' 
 
 Ness clutched his forehead in a frigid hand. He could n't remember much of anything. He had taken a quick nap before heading off to a rally. But that was it. The gaps between the cushions of his couch were the last memory he had. 
 
 `` How'd I end up in here? And where's a *real* doctor?'' 
 
 `` I thought somebody had told you. You're in Daniel Inouye Medical Center at Colorado Springs Air Force Base. You were part of an experiment that was just ended by Presidential decree.'' 
 
 `` Presid-'' 
 
 Ness noticed the portrait above the door. It was n't a president. It was n't even Obama. The narrow eyes had no business standing in front of the Stars and Stripes. Ness blinked and shook his head. The picture was unchanged. He continued to stare, but he realized that someone had been watching. 
 
 `` What the hell are you gooks staring at?!'' 
 
 The man was too young to be a doctor. And he was nervous. He did n't have any idea how scared he should have been. 
 
 `` I'm talking to you, boy.'' 
 
 `` S-sorry. Sir,'' he added, unsure if the military asset required a salute. `` It's just that...'' 
 
 `` What?'' Ness's temper was flaring. 
 
 A nurse stepped in diffuse the situation. 
 
 `` Apologies. It just that we do n't often see people... like you.'' 
 
 `` Like me?'' 
 
 The horror descended upon the patient. The impostor president was n't the only picture on the wall. Staff, base command, vanity shots. All were Asians. Every single one. 
 
 `` Like me? You mean white?! What the hell happened?! How long was I out?!'' 
 
 The nurse gave the kid a look. He looked out into the hallway for some sort of guidance. The senior doctor arrived holding a rather full manilla folder. 
 
 `` We do n't know how long you were suspended. The records were, sadly, incomplete. And yes, while'white' people, as you call them have declined in population over the last several decades, that's not what he was referring to.'' 
 
 `` Then what the hell was he talking about?'' 
 
 `` He meant people who do n't tag their submissions on /r/WritingPrompts as specified in the sidebar.''
