“Save
yourself, little one, if you can,” he moaned. “It is two blocks south. Go, please.
Let my last thoughts be of your certain safety!” His eyes told me that he could
not move from the spot. The hordes came nearer. I turned and ran as fast as I
could in the direction in which the stevedore had pointed, but the haze caused
by the destruction was too thick for me to see through clearly, even as it also
obscured me from the mob’s sight.
I
found refuge behind a barrel in another alleyway. I peeked out and saw that the
mob was upon him. His unearthly howls of agony as they mercilessly attacked him
reverberated in the air. I prayed God’s mercy for his swift release. Their
shouts of delight as they literally tore his body apart were the most ungodly
sounds I had ever heard in this Christian nation! From my hiding place, I
watched as two men lifted the beaten, trampled, and naked body that once held
the soul of the stevedore. I shook uncontrollably as the mob finally moved back
to gaze upon their hellish achievement. I squeezed my eyes shut in an
unsuccessful attempt to hold back my tears.
Oh, reader, if I could only erase
what my eyes had seen! I said another prayer for the stevedore as the crowd
began to disperse, no doubt looking for another victim. I tightened my body
into a little ball behind the barrel and tried not to breathe as they passed by
the alleyway.
[TO BE
CONTINUED.]
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