I sit on the porch of my new home around stuff I didn't buy, but now belongs to me. The house is furnished with nice things and filled with expensive stuff. It's all mine! A car pulls up on the dirt road in front. A white man in a crisp white shirt and khaki pants gets out,on his belt hangs a holster with a revolver strapped in it. he seems surprised to see me on the porch. His look saids, what this nigger doing on my porch! I felt I would be welcoming this man,now I feel dredd and fear. He never says a word, just staring at me! Then as if prearranged, his friends show up and park their cars on the side of the house. They all are similar dressed as the first guy, only some wore stars on their belts some with pistols. They gather together whispering, keeping their eyes on me, as the first guy walks over to them. As they discuss the matter, I overheard someone say, that's lynch him! They seem to reject that idea. After a few moments, the first guy comes up the stairs followed by a couple of friends, turns me around and puts handcuffs on me.