I remember getting off on the wrong floor to my apartment. From the moment I headed in the direction where my apartment should be, I knew something was wrong so I stood up. A simple thing as the color of some of the apartment doors and the little knickknacks on them, made me realize I was on the wrong floor. That woman knew what she wanted to do, kill a black man. I honestly thought she was going to get away with murder. Thanks be to God the truth stands. Justice for the black man.