“Who are you going to call a black? No one is going to take a slave like you seriously. Go back to Africa where you belong,” Sergeant Cole shouted.
He didn’t even ask her name, just saw the skin and let the venom do the talking.
General Regina M.
Cal blinked, confused by the tone more than the words.
The way that man looked at her like she was scum, like her rank and dignity meant nothing.
“Pardon me,” she replied firmly, not raising her voice.
“What’s the problem, officer?”
“The problem is you’re in a car that doesn’t belong to you, dressed like you’re playing soldier,” Officer Henkins chimed in, laughing.
He circled the vehicle, feigning inspection. “Pentagon plates, who gave them to you? Your pimp.”
Regina felt her bl:ood run cold.
Now two cops who couldn’t even read a badge were talking to her like she was trash.
“My name is General Regina McCallum.
You guys are committing an er.”
Shut up,” Cole yelled, pulling out the handcuffs.
“I don’t care if you say you’re a Black Michelle O:ba_ma. This car is stolen, and you’re under arrest.”
Before she could respond, Regina was forcibly yanked out of her seat.
The cold metal of the handcuffs bit into her skin as they shoved her down.
“Don’t cry, baby,” Kins whispered in her ear with a sickening grin. “Hopefully, they’ll treat you better than us in jail, or they’ll make you clean toilets.
Give me your phone now.
“You’re going to wish you’d never touched me.”
“Your phone,” Henkins mocked, rummaging through the SV as if it were his property.
“What is this? A goddamn government iPhone. Man, this country’s gone to hell.”
He pulled out the device like someone finding drugs in a purse, held it up, and waved it in front of Regina as if he were showing her a trophy.
“Who gave this to you, black girl?
Did you steal it, or did you take it from some soldier after warming his bed?”
Sergeant Cole let out a harsh laugh, his tone bitter and only years of accumulated, unfiltered hatred bearing his own.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s part of those Army inclusion experiments,” he said as he tightened the handcuffs even further, tightening them until they left red marks.
“They give suits and titles to any monkey now. And look, they even learn to speak properly.”
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