. “Sorry, but I’ve got glass in my throat, ” he explained. And as the boy spoke, blood sprayed from his swollen lips, splattering over the bed sheets and the lap of the black man.
His eyes widened, but he could not take them away from the apparition in front of him as the boy opened his mouth to speak again, despite the pain it was costing him. Mister, you have to know! The so-called chosen people, the Jews – they’re not the chosen people at all, not in the way you all think!” he said urgently, yet more blood falling from his mouth as the gurgling noises from his throat grew louder. “The black people are the Jews; we are punished! God marked us out at the Tower of Babel and we were put to work as slaves. He created us this way, as black people, to show we were blank – he made you to serve
