I Stabbed a Black Guy in the Face and He Was Angry With Me.

I was trying to stop him from beating up my white friend. So I grabbed hold of the black guy and give him a judo throw on the floor. And so he hated me because I stuck up for my white friend and didn't side with him. He said, you're supposed to be on my side. You know, we're supposed to stick together. But whilst I was on remand, my father died in the Caribbean and I couldn't get to see him or anything. The very mention of the word God just made whatever rage and evil that was inside of me, it made that force kind of say, is that the time we need to be going? It left me