A proud, wealthy man named Jack mocked a black girl named Alicia in a restaurant solely because of her skin color. Little did he know who Alicia was and how she would soon teach him a bitter lesson.

Alicia walked into the classy restaurant, her bag clinging to her side after a long day at school. At 19, she was in her first year of college studying political science. That very afternoon, a lecturer had subjected the students to endless hours of American history…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

Alicia couldn’t grasp how these historical facts would benefit her after school. Exhausted, she plopped onto the plush restaurant sofa and flung her books onto the table. She was starving and excited. Alicia quickly glanced through the menu, eagerly waiting for a waitress.

Soon, a young waitress approached Alicia’s table with a wide smile. “What would you like me to get for you, ma’am?” the waitress courteously asked.

“Finally!” Alicia exclaimed as she began to place her orders. Just then, a well-dressed middle-aged man stormed into the restaurant and settled at the table opposite Alicia. The man exuded wealth from every pore of his skin.

He wore an expensive tailor-made suit, and his rare, expensive wood perfume filled the air. At first glance, he seemed like a very successful businessman, but Alicia felt something odd about him. A quick glance from Alicia towards the man, and she went back to ordering her food, making special specifications for her Italian pasta with beef stew.

Impatiently, the businessman beckoned to the waitress serving Alicia. “I need you to come over here and take my orders,” he said rudely, glaring at Alicia. Then he glanced at her from head to toe. From the look in his eyes, Alicia could tell he was already judging her.

Anger and disgust were written all over his face. Though he didn’t say it, every part of him screamed, “You little girl, you don’t belong here.” Uncomfortable, Alicia quickly looked away from the obviously arrogant man. She had promised herself a fulfilling and happy day and wasn’t about to let some wealthy man she didn’t even know ruin it for her.

The waitress was torn between staying with Alicia or going over to the man. Yes, Alicia had called her first, but if she didn’t answer the man, they might lose a wealthy customer. The waitress knew the man too well. He was a regular diner at the restaurant and had even previously tipped a $100 bill. The man was, in fact, the restaurant’s biggest customer. He was a real moneybag, so the waitress didn’t need a soothsayer to tell her whom she had to choose. With an apologetic look at Alicia, the waitress hurried over to the man.

“Of course, I knew you would choose rightly,” the man said to the waitress as she stood before him, glaring at Alicia. Anger boiled up inside Alicia. There was one thing she loathed: someone using their affluence to oppress others, and this was the height of it.

In high school, Alicia was known as an activist who had lent her voice several times to fighting against discrimination and unfair practices. The last time she did it, shortly before graduation, had landed her in trouble and jail. One of Alicia’s classmates, Sarah, had been badly bullied because of her weight by other girls in the class. It happened on Sarah’s way home.

The group of girls had ambushed her. Bitterly angry, Alicia, who was also walking the same path, had stood up to the girls and severely warned them to stop hurting Sarah with their cruel remarks. She had even made a video of the girls oppressing Sarah and swore to send it to the school authorities. Scared and pissed, the girls ordered Alicia to delete the video.

Alicia refused, leading to a fight. Unknown to the girls, someone had called the cops on them. Minutes later, the cops arrived, and the girls were taken away. Each girl was eventually allowed to leave after their parents arrived at the station. After that event, Sarah decided to lay low, but this man sitting opposite her reminded Alicia of everything she loathed.

Just when Alicia thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, she heard the man loud and clear when he said, “Can you get that black girl out of here? Her appearance is upsetting.” That did it for Alicia. He had no right to ask the waitress to throw her out of the restaurant just because of her color. So, Alicia suddenly got up from her table and stormed over to the man’s table to confront him.

When she got to the man’s table, Alicia simply said in a quiet voice, “But I called the waitress first, so you should have exercised a little patience, sir.” Alicia was basically demanding an apology from the man, but instead, she got the very opposite. The man gave her the mocking of her life. He mockingly looked at Alicia from head to toe.

“Ugly black women like you aren’t meant to be here,” the man spat. “If not for Lincoln and his stupid Emancipation Proclamation, you should be in the stables by now, cleaning out horse dung or in the fields picking cotton. That’s where you folks belong.” The man was not finished with Alicia yet. He further thundered at her, “Do you even know who you’re talking to? Me, Jack Thompson, who owns this town!”

Alicia just stood there, staring at the man with her mouth agape. She was torn beyond words. Alicia had never received such humiliation all her life. When she finally recovered from the shock, Alicia walked back to her seat. She had completely lost her appetite. Alicia was used to standing up for others, but now that she was the victim, she couldn’t even defend herself. She felt helpless. Alicia was close to tears, but she fought hard to hold them back. She wasn’t willing to give the man the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Quietly, Alicia packed her books and left the restaurant, feeling absolutely dejected. Back home, she fell on the living room sofa and let the tears flow.

Alicia was the only child of a police officer and a teacher. Her mother, Karen, had died while giving birth to her due to some labor complications. Her father, David, was devastated when he received the news of his wife’s death at the hospital. They had only been married for three years. He was thrown into deep anguish, wondering how he would live without his beloved wife. How would he raise their daughter alone? His job as a police officer took his whole day. He wondered how he would combine his career with single parenting. But as he carried his little baby from her nursery bed in the hospital, he felt a wave of undeniable love engulf him. Alicia was just a few hours old, but David could already see his beloved late wife in her. To him, she was Karen’s parting gift. David vowed to himself at that very moment to do everything within his power to give his baby girl the best life. He resolved to be both a father and mother to his daughter.

Alicia grew up to be a promising girl. Over time, she developed a strong bond with her father. David did virtually everything with Alicia. He would take her wherever he went: to golf courses, movies, and grocery shopping. Some days, David would even take Alicia to the station with him to show her off to his colleagues. Above all, he made sure Alicia lacked nothing. Alicia felt no better love than her father’s love for her. David was not just her father; he was everything to her. She grew up basking in his unconditional love. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Alicia’s parents were of African-American descent, but Alicia had a unique skin tone. She was much darker than the average African-American. Alicia was also extremely short and developed low self-esteem because of her looks and height. As a result, Alicia became reclusive as she grew up. She had no friends and hardly ever left the house. To Alicia, she was simply ugly. David noticed his beloved daughter’s worries early on, so he would always tell Alicia that she was the most beautiful girl in the world. He did this to help build her self-esteem, but to no avail.

On this particular night, David returned home in high spirits, eager to spend time with his daughter. It had been a long day in the field, but everything had gone well. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the same story for Alicia. David found her on the living room sofa, silently sobbing. He knew immediately that something was wrong. He hated to see her that way. His protective instincts always sprang forth whenever he saw Alicia sad, so he walked up to her to inquire what the problem was. Amid sobs, Alicia told him everything that had transpired between her and the rich man at the restaurant. Before she could finish, David was already fuming with anger. He consoled her while holding her in a warm embrace.

“Do not let anyone look down on you, okay?” he said reassuringly. “Whatever happens, you will always be my little princess.”

Alicia heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed into David’s arms. She didn’t know how he did it, but David always had a way of bringing her out of every bad mood with his words. His words were like a soothing balm that could heal every wounded soul, especially hers. She adored him for that.

David went to bed that night relieved that he had managed to calm Alicia down. He knew she still struggled with low self-esteem, and he couldn’t blame her. With everything she’d endured because of her looks, who wouldn’t suffer the same? He pondered this as he tried to sleep, but the incident with Alicia kept replaying in his mind. Something about the rich man Alicia had described felt off to David. Having been a police officer for over 20 years, he trusted his gut feeling and never ignored it. Besides his uneasiness, he couldn’t stop thinking about the humiliation his beloved daughter had faced from Jack that afternoon. Alicia was David’s entire world, his everything, and as her protector, he vowed to himself not to let the issue slide. He was determined to pay Jack back in kind for messing with his daughter. David wanted his own pound of flesh from Jack, but the million-dollar question was how to achieve that. Then an idea struck him. David swiftly reached for his phone and contacted two of his best detectives.

“I’m sorry to call you at such an odd hour,” he said over the phone, “but I’ve got a job for you. I need you to run an underground investigation on a particular man. I need every bit of information about him you can gather. Find out if there’s anything fishy about him or what he does. I’m counting on you,” he said, ending the call and feeling somewhat at ease. He finally managed to sleep.

Three months passed without any breakthrough. The detectives found nothing incriminating about the mysterious man. Apart from learning that his name was Mr. Jack and that he was a businessman involved in real estate, there was nothing illegal about him. He was either an ordinary man dedicated to his business or incredibly good at hiding his true identity. The detectives were on the verge of giving up when they decided to try one last strategy. They discovered Jack’s fondness for women. He spent every night in a club full of women, always with a woman in each arm. They immediately arranged for a beautiful lady named Lily to get close to Jack and possibly seduce him. It wasn’t an ideal strategy for police officers, but extreme situations called for extreme measures. It would give them an advantage to know about Jack’s personal dealings.

Lily, handsomely paid and assured of protection, was ready to act. Fortunately, Lily was a professional at her job. She understood the assignment perfectly. The following Friday, as planned, Lily showed up at a club Jack often frequented. It didn’t take long for Jack to notice her, and soon they were dancing and drinking together. That night, Jack took Lily home. After their intimate moment, Jack fell into a deep sleep, and Lily began her work. She gently reached for his phone, ready to start her task. Knowing it would take time to go through everything, she quickly hacked his phone’s database. Being professionally trained in software programming, hacking his phone was easy for her. It took Lily a few minutes to complete the task, and finally, it was done. Satisfied, she dressed up stealthily and, with the grace of a cat, left the room.

The detectives set up an investigation room and started monitoring Jack’s phone calls. For weeks, they found nothing incriminating. It seemed Jack was indeed a pro at what he did. The detectives were about to give up again, convinced their efforts were in vain, when luck smiled on them. They intercepted a lengthy call from Jack’s hacked phone. The conversation was in code, making little sense despite their suspicions. Suddenly, Jack got into a heated argument with the caller. He sounded furious, not letting the other person speak.

“Are you insane?” they heard Jack shout. “Those bags of heroin are worth $5 million, not four! Do you know what we risk to get them past the border?” he screamed. That was the breakthrough the detectives had been waiting for. David was immediately informed and was overjoyed. He assigned more cops to the case, and a full-time investigation was launched on Jack. Within two weeks, they discovered Jack was the head of a notorious drug cartel responsible for shipping drugs from Mexico into the United States. His real estate investments were just a cover.

Armed with this information, David issued an arrest warrant for Jack and his associates. Jack was charged with drug trafficking. Despite hiring the best lawyer his money could buy, the recorded phone calls, covert operation photos, and a plethora of evidence against him were too overwhelming. Defeated, Jack resigned himself to his fate. After much deliberation, the judge gave the verdict.

“You have been found guilty of trafficking and peddling illegal drugs within and beyond the country’s borders,” the stern judge said, adjusting his glasses. “I hereby sentence you to life imprisonment,” he concluded, banging his gavel. David and Alicia, in the front row, hugged each other, relief washing over them. David had always trusted his instincts, and he was glad he followed through with the case. Not only was he getting justice for his daughter, but he was also ending a significant drug trafficking operation.

As the police officers escorted Jack out of the courtroom, he stopped when he saw David and Alicia. “You,” Jack said, looking at Alicia with bitterness. He recognized her as the black woman he had humiliated months ago.

“Do you remember her?” David asked. “She’s my daughter. She made the arrest and conviction possible,” David said as Alicia smiled victoriously.

Jack looked stunned, but David wasn’t done. “For Alicia, I’d do anything. I’d go to the ends of the earth to make her happy. Perhaps in your next life, you’ll think twice before mocking anyone for their skin color.”

Holding Alicia tightly, David walked out of the courtroom with great relief. Jack screamed for forgiveness, but it was too late; his fate was sealed.