He ran like a mad thing into the night And the words in his mouth were stinking. By the time he had hurt his first white man He was no longer thinkin… - Gwendolyn Brooks

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He ran like a mad thing into the night
And the words in his mouth were stinking.
By the time he had hurt his first white man
He was no longer thinking.
By the time he had hurt his fourth white man
Rudolph Reed was dead.
His neighbors gathered and kicked his corpse.
"Nigger—" his neighbors said.