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Remember his name when they are begging for mercy.

be Roger Borkum average upper-middle class IT guy wife dedicates her free time to doing humanitarian work

decides to go to Africa to “help people” i support her even though i feel a little uneasy about it

she leaves last hug at the airport lasts a little too long i almost tell her not to go but bite my tongue don’t want to be racist

two weeks later i get the call they found her body beaten raped and killed by sub-saharan african savages half my world is gone in one phone call

house becomes an empty museum of her stuff guilt.exe

years pass life falls apart lose job, start drinking still talk to her sometimes when no one’s around

go downtown to meet an old friend at the bar havent seen him in a while, i need this excited.exe

hours of laughter, the first ive smiled in a long time say goodbye to friend leave bar

group of black youth starts taunting me laughing, circling, recording on phones hear one say “sneak up on him” don’t even bother running im tired man

they jump me boots, fists, everything fade in and out of consciousness they leave come back do it again

wake up in hospital can’t move can’t talk everything hurts doctor looks at me with pain in his eyes, like he already knows the ending

close my eyes think of her on that trip feel warm, like she’s touching my hand

can’t believe i’ve been beaten and killed by african american savages flatline

reunited with my wife no longer alone

https://xcancel.com/retardmode/status/1993754915605450990 https://xcancel.com/JustRightPD/status/1992458684648013881

Remember his name when they are begging for mercy. [Roger](https://poal.co/static/images/f2c8dc94b4a4c694.png) >be Roger Borkum >average upper-middle class IT guy >wife dedicates her free time to doing humanitarian work >decides to go to Africa to “help people” >i support her even though i feel a little uneasy about it >she leaves >last hug at the airport lasts a little too long >i almost tell her not to go but bite my tongue >don’t want to be racist >two weeks later i get the call >they found her body >beaten raped and killed by sub-saharan african savages >half my world is gone in one phone call >house becomes an empty museum of her stuff >guilt.exe >years pass >life falls apart >lose job, start drinking >still talk to her sometimes when no one’s around >go downtown to meet an old friend at the bar >havent seen him in a while, i need this >excited.exe >hours of laughter, the first ive smiled in a long time >say goodbye to friend >leave bar >group of black youth starts taunting me >laughing, circling, recording on phones >hear one say “sneak up on him” >don’t even bother running >im tired man >they jump me >boots, fists, everything >fade in and out of consciousness >they leave >come back >do it again >wake up in hospital >can’t move >can’t talk >everything hurts >doctor looks at me with pain in his eyes, like he already knows the ending >close my eyes >think of her on that trip >feel warm, like she’s touching my hand >can’t believe i’ve been beaten and killed by african american savages >flatline >reunited with my wife >no longer alone [Murder apes](https://poal.co/static/images/696d6cee61656165.png) https://xcancel.com/retardmode/status/1993754915605450990 https://xcancel.com/JustRightPD/status/1992458684648013881
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Never feel bad for putting the facts out there. Do not feel shame for highlighting instances like this where it happened, and yet no news is shared about it. The truth is the truth, regardless of who it comes from or what its intent is. The Truth is neutral, neither malicious nor comforting. It simply is.

Thank you for sharing this, even if it hurts me. Because if the truth hurts, that means that there is evil afoot and accounts must be repaid.