"Give me your sweater, white boy," he said again. Quietly.
Nathaniel unwrapped his expensive white sweater and held it out. The big man took it and threw it behind him without looking.
"Give me the eyeglasses, white boy," he said.
Nathaniel flicked a despairing glance up at me. Took off his gold glasses. Held them out. The big man took them and dropped them to the floor. Crunched them under his shoe. Screwed his foot around. The glasses smashed and splintered. The big man scraped his foot back and flicked the wreckage backward into the corridor. The other guys all took turns stamping on them.
"Good boy," the big guy said. "You paid the tax. "
Nathaniel was trembling.
"Now come here, white boy," said his tormentor.
Nathaniel shuffled nearer.
"Closer, white boy," the big man said.
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