The looming of the Ku Klux Klan

The short story is written from the perspective of a person whom is targeted by the Ku Klux Klan

The looming of the Ku Klux Klan 

As I look around at the objects that fill the room surrounding me, the recurrence of white is spread throughout the walls, the door, the bed linen and even the doorstop on the bottom of my floor. White, the colour which I am not, the colour which I will never be, and the colour that will ultimately kill my ‘useless’ body. Why is it, that a skin colour can determine the fate of a human being? For months, simply walking out the front of my house has been an immense risk, I fear the ones who wear white, the ones who have triangular hoods and white masks showing nothing but their infuriated eyes. Not that long ago my family was savagely attacked by them, I had gone out to get medication for us all, and on my return I noticed the front door was wide open. The house was trashed, all of our possessions thrown on the ground. The further on I went, the faster my heart beat, footsteps of bright red blood started appearing, and as I reached the kitchen, the remains of my innocent family were left in a pile, with a note that read, ‘To be seen as clean, ones skin must be the colour of white, black resembles dirt which is essentially the colour of the unclean.’ They wanted the blood of the black and the person behind the skin colour was irrelevant to them, as they were unable to see beneath a skin colour. 

Every night I would wake to the overwhelming fear of death, it would consume the entire of my body and mind. I couldn’t escape any of it, the nightmares, the racism, and the Ku Klux Klan. People say, that on Noah’s arc, he would eat the supposed ‘unclean’ animals, the animals that didn’t live up to his expectations; I truly think he did it because he was somewhat jealous of the great beauty and distinctive features which consumed the bodies of these majestic creatures. I like to think, that the KKK are ‘eating us’ because we too are inimitable, we are different to them and they want a world full of the same. One of the worst things though, is the loneliness, oh the sorrowful loneliness in which I am forced to spend every day of my living life feeling. I do believe that when the KKK finally reach me, I will once again be a happy man, my family will be as one and that harrowing fear of death will fail to fulfill me, as I will be dead.  This one night, I drank a little too much alcohol and found myself wondering around the murky streets, which was once full of life, but is now the hunting ground for any black man, woman and child. You see, life has nothing for me, I am insignificant and god doesn’t want me to walk these saddened earth floors. An intolerable scream ran through my ears, it was the scream of affliction and through my blurred vision I tried my hardest to follow the dreadful sound. As I walked down the darkened street the sound became louder, the memories of finding my family left behind like rubbish rushed through my head and then, I saw them. I saw the ones dressed in white, full of nothing but evil surrounding the young girl, the girl who was filled with only virtue. Planks of wood were stacked on the side of the road and before the nerves of my brain connected with my hands I was carrying the hefty planks. They had not yet seen me and as I stumbled towards the devils apprentices, complete anguish pumped through my blood. I had to admit; white was a foolish colour for committing murderous acts in the middle of the night. However it did play to my advantage, as I pulled the plank of wood above my head and forcefully let it swing into the back of their heads, I thought of my family. For every hit I committed was vengeance for taking the lives of not only my family, but every black man, woman, or child that they had murdered. As I caught the eye of the bleeding girl I gestured for her to run and hide. The excruciating sensation of piercing blades tore through my chest; the wood that was once bearable to hold had now fallen to the ground along with my decisively useless body. Evil could not even describe these inhumane people; they continuously slashed my body with the weapon that gave them the power to complete injustice upon us. The eyes of these faceless people looked deeply into mine, my eyes only seeing white, the colour which I am not, the colour which I will never be and the colour that ultimately killed my useless body. 

Reviews

[Briana O'Connor]

This is very brilliantly expressed! Such a thrilling tale of the horrid history that was the era of the kkk. There were a few things I noticed that could use some reviewing.
This phrase- it would consume the entire of my body and mind-(it would consume the entirety of my body and mind or it would consume my entire body and mind)

Also the story bounces back and forth from past to present tense and it can leave the reader confused.
You could either tell the story from the main character's spirit perspective or you could change some words around. This is what I would suggest if you go the route of changing words around.
Here is what I suggest:

As I look around at the objects that fill the room surrounding me, the recurrence of white is spread throughout the walls, the door, the bed linen and even the doorstop on the bottom of my floor. White, the (color) which I am not, the (color) which I will never be, and the (color) that will ultimately kill my ‘useless’ body. Why is it, that a skin (color) can determine the fate of a human being? For months, simply walking out the front (door) of my house has been an immense risk(.) I fear the ones who wear white, the ones who have triangular hoods and white masks showing nothing but their infuriated eyes.
(new paragraph)
Not that long ago my family was savagely attacked by them(.) I had gone out to get medication for (all of us), and on my return I noticed the front door was wide open. The house was trashed, all of our possessions thrown on the ground. The further on I went, the faster my heart beat(.) (F)ootsteps of bright red blood started appearing, and as I reached the kitchen, the remains of my innocent family were left in a pile, with a note that read, ‘To be seen as clean, one(')s skin must be the (color) of white(.) (B)lack resembles dirt(,) which is essentially the (color) of the unclean.’ They wanted the blood of the black and the person behind the skin (color) was irrelevant to them, as they were unable to see beneath a skin (color).

Every night I wake to the overwhelming fear of death(.) (I)t consume(s) the entire(ty) of my body and mind. I (can't) escape any of it(:) the nightmares, the racism, (or) the Ku Klux Klan. People say, that on Noah’s arc, he would eat the supposed ‘unclean’ animals, the animals that didn’t live up to his expectations(.) I truly think he did it because he was somewhat jealous of the great beauty and distinctive features which consumed the bodies of these majestic creatures. I like to think, that the KKK are ‘eating us’ because we too are inimitable(.) (W)e are different to them(,) and they want a world (where all are) the same.
(new paragraph)
One of the worst things is the loneliness, oh the sorrowful loneliness in which I am forced to spend every day of my living life feeling. I do believe that when the KKK finally reach me, I will once again be a happy man(.) (M)y family will be as one and that harrowing fear of death will fail to fulfill me, as I will be dead.
(new paragraph)
(Tonight I am drinking again, a little too much, I might add) (I find) myself wondering around the murky streets, which (were) once full of life, but is now the hunting ground for any black man, woman and child. You see, life has nothing for me(.) I am insignificant and (G)od doesn’t want me to walk these saddened earth floors.
(New paragraph)
(Suddenly) an intolerable scream (runs) through my ears, (It's) the scream of affliction and through my blurred vision I (try) my hardest to follow the dreadful sound. As I walk down the darkened street the sound (becomes) louder(.) (T)he memories of finding my family left behind like rubbish (rushes) through my head and then, I (see) them. I (see) the ones dressed in white, full of nothing but evil surrounding the young girl, the girl(,) filled with only virtue. Planks of wood (are) stacked on the side of the road and before the nerves of my brain connect with my hands I (am) carrying the hefty planks. They (have) not yet seen me and as I stumble towards the devi(')ls apprentices, complete anguish (pumps) through my blood.
(new paragraph)
I (have) to admit white (is) a foolish (color) for committing murderous acts in the middle of the night. However(,) it (does) play to my advantage(.) (A)s I (pull) the plank of wood above my head and forcefully let it swing into the back of their heads, I (think) of my family. For every hit I (commit is) vengeance for taking the lives of not only my family, but every black man, woman, (and) child that they had murdered.
(new paragraph)
As I (catch) the eye of the bleeding girl I (gesture) for her to run and hide. (An) excruciating sensation (pierces) through my chest. (T)he wood that was once bearable to hold (is) now (falling) to the ground along with my decisively useless body. Evil (can) not even (begin to) describe these inhumane people(.) (T)hey (are) continuously (slashing at) my body with the weapon that (gives) them the power to complete injustice upon us. The eyes of these faceless people (look) deeply into mine(.) (I only see) white, the (color) which I am not, the (color) which I will never be and the (color) that (has) ultimately (began draining the life from) my useless body.

I hope this helps. This story was very invigorating to read! Thank you for sharing and keep up the good work.