Chapter 1
Jim was 18 when he left Seylam, the small town where he grew up, in the mid west. He was twenty five when he returned, after completing a Masters Degree in business. He had a very good job in a corporation in Miami Florida waiting for him.
When Jim left he had no intention of ever setting foot in Seylam again. Too bad were the memories, the pain and the suffering. Seylam was on the surface, a little, good, clean and wholesome town, at the hub of a prosperous farming district. The citizens of Seylam were wealthy, shiny, happy people, the white citizens, that was. However, the blacks were on the wrong side of the race lines, and they lived on the wrong side of the tracks. They were poor, and disadvantaged, living in abject poverty, with no perspectives, no money, no rights, no nothing.
His own parents had died at an early age, leaving him in the hands of his Aunt and Uncle. His Aunt had also died at an early age, and Jim had been raised by his uncle and cousin sister, Rebeca, who was five years older.
Jim could have said a few things about his uncle, Jeremiah, but he had come to bury Cesar, not to condemn him. However, as he drove down the highway, into Salem, in his car, Jim could not entirely blank out all the memories of the strict, sometimes very abusive old guy, who had hated him for being another mouth to feed when the cash was scarce, and beaten his ass to a crisp till Jim was sixteen, and bigger, stronger and faster. Jeremiah had tried to whip him one last time, at which Jim had yanked away the belt and told the old guy, "One more strike and I will break your neck." Since then, they hardly ever talked until Jim graduated from high school and moved to Atlanta to study.
Jim had always had contact with Rebeca, but never written his uncle. Rebeca always begged him to write or call Jeremiah, saying the guy really missed him and regretted what he had done to him. But Jim just could not bring himself to doing it. He had forgiven, but could not forget.
The second reason Jeremiah had left Seylam with no intention to ever return was Eddie. Eddie was a white guy from the most wealthy family in town. Jeremiah and his family had worked for Eddie's family. His wife and then his daughter had done the housework and Jeremiah had taken care of the garden. Therefore, Jim had been taken along by Jeremiah and made to help him out. Jim had always gotten along with Eddie. Eddie was ten years older and he had been quite friendly to Jim. He used to send him to buy weed and the two of them would smoke and listen to Hip Hop together. Jim had always thought that Eddie was a real nice white person and they became buddies. Jim kind of looked up to Eddie like an elder brother he never had.
Jim got a scholarship to attend the high school in their region, which was mainly white. He was supposed to play football, and stay out of sight the rest of the time. Most of the other black guys, who were his mates did nothing but play sport and hang around, but Jim utilized the opportunity fully and worked on his grades. By the time he reached 18, Jim was one of the top students in school, that despite the fact that most of the white teachers hardly helped him at all, for nobody in Seylam needed an intelligent black man.
Jim was then dating a black woman named Katrina, whom he loved and wanted to marry. Eddie was dating a white girl named Emmi, who was considered the hottest, cutest, tall slim blond in town. Jim was happy for Eddie, as his friend was happily in love. Eddie met Katrina a couple of times. He said she was alluring and offered her a job at a restaurant that his family owned. Jim and Katrina were both very grateful, as she had a couple of siblings to look after.
Jim graduated and received a scholarship to attend a black university in Atlanta. Feeling all excited about the news, Jim rushed to tell Trina, at the restaurant.
Her workmate looked kind of worried when Jim turned up looking for Trina. Finally, she told him reluctantly that Trina was in the parking lot, taking her break. Jim went to look for his girlfriend in the dark parking lot and could not see her. Then he saw Eddie's convertible and there was some movement in it. He walked closer and looked inside, thinking Eddie was getting freaky with his girlfriend, Emmi. Eddie was getting freaky alright, but it wasn't with Emmi.
Jim watched from the shadows and couldn't believe his eyes. His girlfriend, Trina was reclining in the passenger seat, smoking a joint, with her skirt raised around her hips. Eddie was kneeling on the car floor before her, his pale face buried between her dark thighs. Jim was paralyzed as he saw Trina slap her dark thighs around Eddie's head, and grab him by his blond hair, to pull his face deeper into her pussy as she fucked his face lustily. The sounds of Eddie slurping and groaning with relish were mingled with Trina's cries, as the white boy tongued her hole and ate her out.
Jim got so mad with pain and anger at the betrayal. He yanked the door open and smacked Trina hard, and she started screaming. Jim dragged her out of the car and smacked her again, calling her a whore. Eddie stuttered and jumped to his feet.
"He made me do it Jim. He said he would fire me and ruin my family if I didn't let him eat me."
"She is a lying whore! Shut up you black bitch!" Eddie shouted.
"Its true Jim. He also said he would fire your Uncle and your cousin," Trina cried.
"How could you Eddie?" Jim asked, flabbergasted.
"Chill man. She is just another worthless black cunt. I will give you some cash and we will just forget this shit, alright? She is just another black whore dude!" Eddie reached for his wallet, his face shining from Trina's pussy juices.
Jim grabbed him by the collar, yanked him off balance and started beating him up, thoroughly.
Trina started screaming. It took ten men to get Jim off him. He was hauled to the police station where he was unlawfully detained for 48 hours and bitch slapped by some white cops and not allowed to drink water or use the bathroom. When he was finally released, Eddie was waiting for him with two huge, beefy white boys. They caught him and held him as Eddie kicked his balls and beat him up cowardly, calling him a nigger.
When he arrived home, his Uncle Jeremiah and his daughter Rebeca were mad as hell, as they feared they would lose their jobs because he had beaten up Eddie.
Jim left town a few days later, to study. He had no intention of returning, ever again.
However, now his Uncle was dead, and he had come for the funeral. He drove to the small house on the black side of the tracks, where he found his cousin Rebeca and his Uncle's two other children mourning with most of the black folk from town. Most needed several seconds to recognize Jim. When he had left, he had been a skinny young guy with hardly a hair on his chin. Now he was a muscular, dark, handsome black man, with broad shoulders, muscular torso, and a dark, handsome face. The sides of his face were shaved clean, but he had a short mustache and a thin patch of beard on his chin, kind of like Eddie Riley in his guy days. His hair was cut very short.
Jim and his cousins fell into each other's arms and mourned.
The highly emotional wake lasted two days. Then Jeremiah was buried. Jim's cousins all now lived out of town, except for Rebeca, who was now twenty nine, and divorced, with two children. She would now inherit Jeremiah's house.
An evening after everybody dissipated, Jim helped Rebeca bring her two children to bed, and then sat with her on the porch, talking about this and that. Rebeca told him that she now a kind of employment agency, which took care of supplying white households with gardeners and house workers.
"So, what is Trina up to?"
