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My introduction the Robert Porter came by was of my six-year-old daughter, who was in the same grade school class as he. We were eating supper one evening when I casually asked her what she had learned in school that day.
"Black boys have bigger pee-pees than white boys, daddy." She stated innocently. I nearly choked, as did my wife, and my teenage son spit his food out laughing. "Really?" I had partially regained my composure. "Yes. Bobby Porter said that his was bigger than any of the other boys, and he showed it to us when Jimmy said that his was bigger. Bobby's was this long," she said, holding her fingers about three inches apart, "and Jimmy's was only like this." I didn't consider this to be acceptable behavior, so the next day I accompanied her to school to confront her teacher. "Don't get upset, Mr. Wilson." She said. "It wasn't any big deal, and I'll make sure that it doesn't happen again." ____________________________________________________________________ I saw quite a bit of Porter during his and my daughter's grade and middle school years. The boy was a natural athlete, and he excelled at all kinds of sports. Unfortunately he developed an attitude common to many athletes in that he felt that the rules of society didn't apply to him. I don't know if this was a result of his welfare background or if he just learned to manipulate people, but it was apparent that even though Porter may not have started trouble he was never very far away from it either. His first referral to me came after he had shoplifted some condoms. Our new Governor had just passed some long overdue laws to help stem sexual abuse, and Porter's case was a perfect opportunity for me to use my authority and send him on a desert hike. He may tell you that I did it because of his race, but the fact that he called me a 'honky motherfucker' had nothing to do with my decision. I dispute his story about what happened on that trip, only because I know that the state would never allow a pervert to molest kids on one of these outings, and although it was unfortunate how the trip ended, I felt that it had served it's purpose and that I was unlikely to have further dealins with Porter. I was shocked when he told me the reason he broke into the vending machine, not about what he did but because he was dumb enough to admit it. He must have skipped school or have been out on the ball field when they warned all of the kids about breaking the Sex Crime laws, and I had no choice but to recommend that he be sent to the camp. He tells the camp story as if he was an innocent victim, but one thing he doesn't know is that surveillance camers were all over the camp and that we knew what he was doing every minute of the day. We had him pegged from the start as being sexually deviant and we knew that he was masturbating with other kids several times a day. He was also in the habit of taking charge during these encounters and we know that he initiated the homosexual intercourse in the laundry room. I would have preferred to send him to the reformatory instead of the other boy, but I didn't have that prerogative. He actually did seem improved when he returned to school that fall, although I knew in my heart he would never change, and of course I warned my daughter to avoid him and everyone else of his race. Mr. Porter is in a state of denial concerning his rape of my daughter. I know she is honest and I am absolutely positive that her version of the event is true and he is lying. A girlfriend of hers heard from someone else that the Porter boy was extremely well endowed, so as a harmless teenage prank they decided to measure him, and my daughter drew the short straw. That is the only reason she pretended to be attracted to him, as it is absurd that a sophisticated white girl would have any desire to be with a black whose ancestors were slaves. Her plan was to excite him, measure him with her hand, and then leave. He obviously couldn't control himself and brutally raped her before she could flee. My daughter was an innocent victim, but she did make some poor decisions, and for that she was severely chastised and grounded for two weeks. As her father I took great pleasure in recommending that he be incarcerated and chemically castrated. I knew from experience that people of his race can never reform without being physically modified, so shortly before his eighteenth birthday I recommended that he be permanently neutered and I made plans to be there. I ordered his Depo injections to be ceased a month before the event so that he could regain full sensitivity in his testes and have a brief period of hormone and sperm production. On the appointed day I exercised my right, as father of the victim, to mete out the punishment that is traditional for black boys who molest white girls, and I must say that the feeling of power that I felt as I slowly removed his gonads stayed with me a long time. I was also secretly relieved that his last seed was wasted on his hairless belly instead of being properly sown. The boy says that he may look me up when he gets to Spokane. I welcome the opportunity to chat with him now that he is a civilized adult and is willing to show me the respect that I deserve.
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