KKK**

**This post contains very offensive language that does not reflect the views of the author.

This is post 17 of Section V. To begin at the beginning, go here. Section II begins here. Section III begins here. Section IV begins here, and Section V begins here

The man recoiled abruptly. His mouth twisted, and he leaned forward, spitting into Bennett’s face. “You queers make me sick. This ain’t a country for perverts and kikes and niggers and spics. This is God’s country, and one day us God-fearing white Americans are gonna take it back.” He turned on the heel of his snakeskin boot and strode away.
“Hey!” Bennett said loudly, carried away in spite of himself.
But Stephen caught his sleeve. “Did you see what he was carrying?’ he asked in a low voice. “He’s got a hood. A white hood.”
“But why was he so mad, Steve?” Lizzy asked. “We don’t even have any kites.”
“We’ll explain later,” Bennett said, taking her free hand and patting it. He looked at Stephen hopefully—the boy was obviously shaken. “We can still go back,” he suggested, sotto voce.

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