Eat the negro! Or: One night in April. It's late. The broad-shouldered, black man is reluctant at this time of the move. Long time he should be home with his wife. But circumstances have allowed otherwise, he had lost sight of the clock, they had stopped them. His son Mahel shuffles next to him, he is no less black than he himself longs for the days and in which his father was able to take him home. Now he is too big for that. In two weeks he is nine years old.
The night is cloudy, but mild. Samul accelerated his pace and pulls the lazy Mahel with it. From the moon, the sublime brilliance Samul from Nigeria is known of the dense cloud cover can be seen for nothing. Volatile, he thinks of the last visit to the land of his ancestors. With his grandparents, he was sitting at night in the heat of the scorching sun desert floor, were suspended under a magnificent tent, to the thousand twinkling stars. About this sky of Nigeria maintains a powerful to enthrone moon, that moon, which is now shrouded in dust and fumes of the center of Freiburg.
Lost in thought Samul noticed the woman who comes running with gasping breath and eyes wide open from a side street. The black man being swallowed by the darkness of the night had almost overlooked the panicked woman smoothly, and now she throws herself into his strong arms. Samul is confused, the desperate trembling bundle in his upper arms, the effort is drenched in sweat and bad odor of alcohol and heavy cigar smoke. "You need help," the stranger gasped in Samul ear. "In the pub, there is conflict. It is shot! "With a trembling Hand shows the woman into the street, from which it came down. It is unlit and largely makes to be abandoned, at some distance, however, the sign of a bar neonerhellte seems visible.
Samul is, as is required of him, without giving further consideration of those seeking help. From his pocket he pulls a cell phone, he dials the emergency call. "This is Samul Omagy, there is a shooting in a pub." The young girl in the emergency filing office, he shall give his name but dictate letter by letter, Samul, however, speaks German without an accent. His parents came decades ago for the first time into the country for twelve years, he has German citizenship.
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Samul ended the call, the father turns to his son, who will continue the way home. "Wait," he calls out to him. Samul catches up with his son, puts his hands on the broad shoulders of the child and knelt before him on the dusty sidewalk. "We will have to stay here until the police arrived. If you have any questions. Once they are there, we can go. "Understands his son. Samul read admiration in the eyes Mahel tired and you say, to have acted properly.
cars pass by, lights at night. Far in the distance, a siren is heard, but which faded quickly. The drunken woman passes with sacrificial acts of choking behind a telephone booth. It sags to his knees and stretches backwards on the sidewalk as if it had prior to sleep.
Samul seconds later sees the road in flickering blue light bathed in the alignment of the shabby apartment buildings are echoed wailing sirens. From several sides to approach the police patrol car, striking a minibus jump inconspicuous black-clad masked men, soldiers on both sides, in riot gear. Samul they remember a picture book about the civil war in Nigeria. With helmets and dark guns they storm the premises. Startled makes Mahel from the hand off of his father. "The police is there," he says. "I want home ". He crosses the street and wants as quickly as possible to reach the nearby row houses, live in the Samul with his wife and two sons.
Samul leaps onto the asphalt, they may follow his son felt, but two strong hands that hold him back inexorably. The next moment, he is surrounded by two officers and a man-sized stocky police officer with close-cropped hair, who have all pulled their service weapons. "Have you sold the emergency?" Samul is asked by one of the policemen. He affirms unsure what pocket the officer on duty weapons. "But I would like first to my son on the other side of the street, if that's possible, "Samul is added cautiously. "I am sorry, but this is not possible. We still need witnesses. "" I understand, "Samul presumes itself to be patient. "I will come again answered very well. But first I would like my son with me. Look, there he is. "But none of the responding police officers even close to looking on helplessly Samul easy gesture that he makes to the opposite side of the road. Instead, the spellbound gaze of police officers sent to the Special Operations Command, which rises seemingly without success back in the van. A gray-haired official, who leads an attack dog on a leash, joins to the group. "A damned false alarm," he crunches. "We stormed the pub with all the force, wake up half the city, and who is sitting in there? Three grandfather in the pub, play Skat and drink apple juice. Of shots, nobody knows what. "
Now Samul is already surrounded by four policemen, the holes in him not only with angry questions to which he can not answer, but it also blocks the view of his son. Through their increasingly aggressive screams heard Samul a desperate cry of his son, "Papa, come off there!". Samul tried the quartet of disappointment over the wayward night use exuberant Freiburg to escape from police officers and also offers to bring in support of law enforcement officers his son. When none is received on him, but he treats more questions, see red Samul Among all the cries of "Why have you called the police, blacks?" and "Do you think we have to do no better than us about you to have dementia say? "that rain down on him to Samul throws against the wall of his chested provocative and runs to Mahel.
already on the middle of the road is used by the unexpectedly swift Samul young policewoman brought down and the men pressed on to the road surface. Between the hit and kicked, the Samul ribs and facial bones , Smash, he hears again and again the desperate cries of his son. The incitement of excitement fighting dog pulls on his leash applied, so much so that the handler has great pains to keep him. Samul tried frantically to free himself, lashes out - can easily fall to the Frenchman the leash of the dog.
A witness who lives in close proximity, then the words of the handler to put on record. "Bite him!" He shouts, then, again and again: "Bite the Negro, Eat it! Eat the nigger! "
Samul screaming son, the witness is outraged about the injustice happening. It will also report in their survey, which the Nigerian has made only of liberation, was not aggressive - and they hate the dog on him when he was already overwhelmed on the ground.
to re-awaken Samul the intensive care unit of University Hospital in Freiburg. The attending physician notes 12 deep bite wounds.
This is a true story. It occurred on the night of the 7th April 2007 in the city Freiburg. Since the incident, which now dates back two months, Samul Omagy (name changed) unable to work. The internal investigation of the Freiburg police headquarters against the three officials and the handler is still ongoing and so far there are no results.
In these days we learn that a son of our town in the lovely mountains of the Corrèze is buried. Died 
