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black across the face.
    I backed away, trying to scream but my cries were caught in my throat. It was the guy from class, the big brute and he was throwing punches like a prized fighter, hitting the man in the face so hard that I felt it.
    “You gonna rob a woman? Huh?” He punched the guy until he submitted, then spun him on his stomach and pulled his hands behind his back.
    “Call 911” he screamed to me and somehow I broke from my trance, grabbing my cell phone and dialing with unsteady hands.
    “911 What’s your emergency.”
    “Hello...I’ve just been robbed...someone tried to rob me and he saved me.” My words didn’t make sense but I was looking at something out of a dream. My white asshole classmate had his knee in the robber’s back pinning him to the ground. He saved my life. The asshole from class saved my life.

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    I couldn’t stop shaking .
    Brian was there with me as we talked to the officers but I was too busy looking at the man in the back of the police car. The guy that did it, he was still there, his head down probably lucky to be alive after Brian got done with him.
    “I was just walking home and I saw him coming my way.” I thought about it all, how it didn’t seem like a big deal for a guy wearing a hoodie to be out walking but instead of walking past me he tried to rob me. “I moved over to the right to pass him but he moved to the right and stood in front of me.” I tried recounting it all, remembering every little feature of the asshole that tried to rob me but it was dark and there wasn’t much to remember about a man wearing all black but the officer scribbled on a notepad, asking questions.
    “Where were you coming from?” I almost didn’t understand the question. Why was that relevant?
    “From class… we let out late.” The officer nodded making notes.
    “And he was the only one, just this guy.”
    “I saw another Caucasian, around six foot but he ran as I approached” Brian chimed in. I almost forgot he was there but I was so thankful that he was running, trying to get me my book or I would have been hurt or maybe worse.
    “Well that’s a first.” The cop said, giggling and elbowing his partner. Two tubs of lard that looked like they both were a donut away from a massive stroke.
    “What do you mean...the robbery or the fact that he was white?” He looked at me, a smile on his face but I couldn’t figure out the joke.
    “Just that he’s...you see we usually have robberies by…” He stopped laughing when he saw I was finding no amusement in this. Looking back and forth from me to Brian and then to his partner. “Oh never mind.” he pulled out a business card and handed it to me.
    “Well, we got one of them and we will put out warning about this other guy. But thankfully he didn’t take anything so there isn’t much we can do.”
    “Story of your life I’m sure.” Snatching the business card I stared him down. This city was filled with racist assholes and it seemed like they all worked for the police department. That was one of the reasons I wanted to be a lawyer, to fight the system from the inside.
    “Thanks for your help officer.” Brian shook the guy's hand, which I rolled my eyes at. They lurched back to their car, putting on sirens and leaving with the robber in their backseat. They didn’t even offer us a ride, just off into the night not giving a damn but Brian didn’t seem too shaken up about it. He was calm as a cucumber the whole time. Even while he was beating the guy’s ass, he seemed to be so in control.
    “Well study buddy, we gotta stop meeting like this.” I tried smiling, if it wasn’t for him I would probably be laying in the bushes.
    “Thanks for everything. I really can’t begin to tell you how thankful I am.” In the shadow of the moonlight, he looked better and he filled out his jacket nicely; things that I didn’t notice inside the lecture hall or maybe I was just too embarrassed to care that he was gorgeous. At