The kid getting rat-packed seems to be Caucasian,and the retards beating on him all seem to be black or mixed blood.
Gee,THERE is a surprise!
BTW,I was the smartest kid in my school. The elementary school I was going to send someone around to talk with my mother and father and see about putting me into advanced classes with a special group of high school kids when I was in the 5th grade,but the people who adopted me were getting ready to move back to their rural home,and refused to allow this to happen.
So I ended up going to a school that had the 6th and 7th grades in the same room. When I graduated from that school,I had a 30+ mile 1 way bus ride to high school,where I was bored out of my freaking mind,and spent most of the school days playing pool at the local pool hall,or duck hunting during duck season.
The Principle there offered me a full-ride scholarship to a big state university if I would drop my plans to join the army (I HAD to escape) on my 17th Birthday,but due to state law at that time,I would have to hang around for one more year before it could happen.
Even then,I would have received zero financial help from my parents because they were poor,and truth to tell,I was NOT the helpless child they thought they had adopted,and my whole life would have been attending classes,studying,and working jobs like in the cafeteria for spending money.
So I enlisted in the army for a guaranteed spot as a paratrooper,and paratroopers got paid an exta 55 bucks a month. Which would buy a LOT of "EM Club beer" back then.
Then I got transferred to Special Forces,and suddenly LOVED the army. Was going to stay in until I died of old age if they let me,but getting medi-evacted from VN in 1969 killed that.
I lost a LOT of affection for the people that raised me when I came home on leave after completing basic training,and discovered that every book,magazine,model plane,model car,and even my clothes had all be given away because they took in another child with a month of my enlisting,and threw away all my stuff to make room for him.
It was just like I had never existed.
The kid was gone by the time I came back home on leave because someone notified child care that my parents were elderly and didn't have the money or the ability to care for a small child.
I didn't find this out until shortly before the man I called my father died,and he started talking about him and how much he missed him.
They didn't even know it themselves,but they didn't want a child to raise,they wanted a talking pet.
