My friend Max once saved a Negro. The case was so.

He parked near his home in a wealthy suburb of Chicago and saw that nearby two cops were twisting the hands of a tall, brown-headed man with anthracito-black skin. Max is a convinced Democrat who voted for Obama and in the eternal war between the police and the blacks he was sick for the latter. I approached and asked what was going on here.

“He was surrounded in your area for no apparent reason,” the cop explained. I was looking at who to steal.

“That’s Bob,” a friend improvised instantly. He has been caring for the grass in my yard for three years. You should have looked at which of the neighbors did not cut the lawn to offer them their services too.

Is it so? I asked the black man.

It is so, sir!

Okay and live! The cops let the guy go and left.

The Negro threw Max almost at his feet:

Sir, you saved me! I am your eternal debtor. If they had taken me, I would have burned for ten years, not less, so much is behind me. To be honest, I was really going to get into someone’s house. Now it is all! No one else in this area is useful and all their prohibition. Sir, if you have any problems, come to Garfield Park and ask Jeb. Every dog knows me.

A year and a half later, driving through Garfield Park late in the evening, Max broke the wheel. The car was immediately surrounded by a few black guys with dark roses.

“I don’t want trouble,” Max told them. Just let me change the wheel and leave.

One of the guys smiled badly. In exchange for your wallet and your phone. And the magnet. Your shoes have nothing to do with you.

And then Max noticed among the attackers a familiar antracito-black shaved skull.

Hi Jebby! He shouted joyfully. So we met. The debt payment is red, right? Tell your guys to change my wheel and let it go.

There was no muscle on the face of the Negro.

“I don’t know exactly what this white man is talking about,” he said. Pursue everything the guys ask for!

He first hit Max in the cheek. Max fell on the dirty asphalt, suffering not so much from pain, but from black ingratitude.

He was not the Negro. Max, despite all his love for blacks, has never learned how to distinguish them.