It’s a Black Sport

This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.

I was a victim of the knockout game. Last year I got off a train in Philadelphia and was walking along the sidewalk, minding my own business, when three blacks snuck up behind me and one landed a blow to my temple, sending me tumbling onto the cement. I had about $350 in my pocket and a new iPhone 6 Plus in my hand — but they didn’t rob me. Why? Because it was a game to them. They were all laughing as they walked away from me. There are many other victims, too, but the media couldn’t be less interested.