My Black Son Was Chased And Stabbed. His White Killer Could Serve Just Two Years
In the evening, on my way back to our home in Birmingham, England, I rang my son’s phone. I said, “Dea-John, do you still want your hair combed?” and he said yes. He said he would be back in 40 minutes. But he never made it home. My son was chased by a group of white boys and men that evening. They said racist things to him, calling him a “Black bastard” and the N-word....