TURNING THE RACIST TEACHER by XTALES

The N-word will be used fairly often but in context, as the main protagonist is a racist teacher member of the KKK, also the students will often address each other using the N-word.

Keep in mind though that Black people in this story are actually the dominant party. This story is not promoting racism in any way, it’s just a piece of fiction.

If you are offended by the use of the N-word in any context, stop reading now.

This is just a fantasy. Always play safe in real life.

MAIN CHARACTERS:

John Donovan = 41 Teacher

Leroy = 18 Student and gang leader

Marvin = 18 Student

Jamal = 18 Student

David = 18 Student

Dwane = 18 Student

Real History: In 1954, in the case of the Brown v. Board of Education, the Supreme Court ruled that racial segregation in schools was unconstitutional. In Brown v. Board of Education, which was litigated by the NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund, a unanimous Court declared segregated education systems unconstitutional.

Before 1954, the USA educational system was ruled by racial separation between White and Black students, under the “separate but equal” motto.

It was January 1953, John Donovan was a 45 years old High school teacher in Topeka, Kansas.

John was married with Barbara 42, and had two sons, Mark who was 18 and was a senior in Highschool, and Jeff who was 23 and was serving in the Army.

Before starting his teacher career, John was in the Army too, and fought in WW2. At the time, he was stationed in southern Italy.

Like many white men of the time he was a racist white supremacist and a secret member of the KKK.

So it wasn’t a surprise that he hated teaching Black boys.

Teaching in a School for Black students didn’t sit well with John, and if that wasn’t bad enough, the school in which he was teaching was one of the worst performing school in the country.

The kids came from a really run down area, and weren’t too interested in an education, in particular when this education was administrated by racist white teachers like John Donovan..

Today there was a special teacher meeting summoned to deal with a situation of severe gravity.

A group of 5 boys raped a female student, they got caught by the janitor who reported them to the Principal.

John as usual seemed the most vocal, “Those niggers will never stop behaving like animals, why we even give them an education”, he yelled pacing in the middle of the room.

He received few cheers by some of his colleagues, not surprisingly, since the teaching staff was all made by white teachers, 15 in total, and many of them sympathised with John ideas, which were well known to his colleagues.

But not everyone agreed with him, one of them was the Principal.

“Calm down John, and watch your language, I don’t tolerate this kind of language in this school. Remember you are here to educate those kids. This happened under your watch. Those are your students after all”, the Principal pointed out.

John wasn’t happy with his boss rebuttal, “Are you implying I am not doing my job?”, he said scowling at his boss.

“I am not implying anything, I am just suggesting you calm down”, the Principal shot back.

Another teacher bumped in the conversation, “So what are we going to do about it?”.

The Principal stood up and started pacing nervously in the middle of the meeting room, “Well, the girl didn’t want the authorities to get involved, and I agree we shouldn’t either. That wouldn’t be good for the school reputation…”, he was interrupted by another teacher.

“What reputation, we don’t have one to start with”, the bold fat white teacher said sarcastically.

The Principal didn’t disagree, he was realistic, “True, but we cannot afford this incident to come to light, it would be a huge national scandal of magnitude never seen before. We don’t need this kind of publicity”.

The only female teacher in the school asked, “So what do you propose Mr. Paddinghton”.

The Principal knew that, what was about to say wasn’t going to be popular so he hesitated for a moment, “I don’t propose anything, it’s not up to me, it’s already been decided, the punishment will be…a week detention”

“A week detention? For raping a poor girl? What message are we going to send to the rest of the Students. And what about me? I will not feel safe with those animals around”, the female teacher protested.

“I don’t think you should worry, I’ve got more chances being raped, and I am not exactly Rock Hudson”, the old fat teacher commented, referring to the lady teacher looks of an old librarian.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”, the female teacher shot back.

The Principal took over the conversation which was escalating rather quickly, “I understand your concern Miss Marple, but it’s all been decided by the school board, they didn’t want to expel the boys either, because putting them on the streets would be more dangerous that keeping them at school, where they are at least monitored”.

John wasn’t pleased with what he was hearing, “So they decided to punish us, instead of those animals…just great!”.

But the Principal had even worst news for John, “And that’s not all, because you, John, will be the teacher who is going to supervise them during their detention”.

John didn’t even reply, he was so mad that he knew that, saying what he was thinking, would have probably get him sacked, so he just stormed off the room, slamming the door behind his ass.

The next day after the end of the regular lessons, John stayed in the classroom with the detention boys.

“Alright boys read your books, and be quite, I am not in a mood today”.

“You are never in a mood teach…”, Leroy quipped.

“Leroy…”, John said scowling at him, trying to control his temper.

The handsome black teen just grinned, he then bent over his desk resting his face on the book he was supposed to read, showing sign of extreme boredom.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, “Come in”, John said.

The old janitor popped his head in and asked John, who was also the vice Principal, if he could go home, “Mr. Donovan, I finished with my duties, can I go home?”.

“Sure. Everyone else left already?”.

“Yes, it’s only you and the boys”, the janitor said as he handed over a bunch of keys to the teacher.

“Alright, go home Richard, I will lock the school doors as soon as I finish here”.

Once the janitor left, the boys started to whisper to each other.

“Silence!”, John booming voice was deafening.

John watched Leroy rising his hand, asking permission to talk.

“What it is now Leroy?”.

“Teach, it is true that you hate black people? I heard you call us niggers behind our back”, the hunky black teenager said.

“It’s none of your concern Leroy”, the teacher shot back.

“Well, it kind of is, you are our teacher. But you can be honest, we won’t get offended. I can tell you that I hate white people, and I specifically hate you, teach. I hope you don’t get offended”, the cocky student replied. He was looking for a reaction from his teacher, and he got it.

The teacher was taken aback by his student honesty so without even thinking he replied, “Well, between us, I think you niggers are not supposed to mix with the rest of the civilized society. Only your kind could rape a poor girl and think that’s fine, you are just animals”.

“That’s not good teach. That’s racist. And you know who I hate more than White people? White racist pigs”, Leroy said with a calm but menacing voice, as he stood up and approached the teacher desk.

Even though John was an ex army Sergeant, he was alarmed by that turn of events, and instinctively recoiled on his chair, “Hang on a second, you said you would not get offended…”, John replied nervously.

“I lied, I just wanted you to show us your true colours, and you fell right into my trap. I thought white trash was supposed to have a higher IQ level than us niggers”, Leroy said sarcastically as he grabbed the bunch of keys laying on the desk.

“Give me those keys”, said John trying to snatch the keys from the hunky teenager hands, but Leroy was quick in putting them in his pockets.

John was getting increasingly worried now, the school was quite isolated and he was alone with those angry boys “Hey, hey, hey. Everyone calm down. I didn’t mean anything by that. It just came the wrong way.”

John tried to look as calm as he could, but the boys could smell the fear in the air, “The wrong way? No, you are just a racist White pig”, Leroy said as he sat on the desk right in front of his now frightened teacher.

“Sit down! All of you before I lose my patience”, John yelled tried to sound authoritative, but the boys didn’t budge.

“I am sitting already, thank you very much teach”, Leroy said with a smirk, while shifting his ass left and right on the teacher desk, to signal he was conformable just where he was.

Meanwhile all the other 4 lads gathered around John.

The teacher was now in full panic mode, he tried to stand up but one of the lads pushed him down back on his seat.

“Alright, guys, sorry my meaning was misunderstood but there is no reason to make things worse. Take your sit and I’ll forget about it.”.

But the young men were not in the mood to be reasonable. Leroy replied, “Hell no! You wanted to fuck with niggers, we now gonna fuck with you.”, the leader of the group said while folding his arms on his chest.

“You tell him, Leroy. You tell him true.”, one of the boys yelled.

Leroy flashed a bright white smile at his gang and then turned that smile to John ignoring his protests, “So, what should we do with this filthy racist, huh?”

The gang members shouted a variety of suggestions that, to the dismay of the teacher included, hipping, caning, even kicking the daylights out of him.