I was "rescued" by a nigger once. True story time: I was sitting at a diner with a friend, we were both young and it was very late, so we decided to grab breakfast at a diner. Some drunk guy started getting all pissed off about something the Manager had said to him about calling the cops, and then the Manager walked off and left the drunk with us in facing booths. He got up and grabbed water glasses and condiments and started hurling them at our table's top, shattering glass all over us. I tried to stand up but was so rigid that I was actually stuck jammed in the booth for a second or even more, and then I saw this black arm just glide past me, followed by its owner, and that arm went directly around the drunk's throat in a chokehold. I found myself that night being grateful to a nigger for intervening between me and a White man when I was utterly unprepared for action and green as grass. That's why I don't want to exterminate niggers, just deport them. About ten percent of them have human souls.