A child of the KKK

I met a man in Florida 6 yrs ago. I thought he was different. I was in the middle of a divorce when I met him and we hit it off perfectly. Well I'm from up North so I really didn't have a clue what a Southern man was about. Didn't have a clue what the Stars & Bars was about. Didn't know what a "Redneck" was. I ended up getting pregnant. He didn't want the baby at all. Would be praying I miscarried and a bunch of bs. Well I discovered that his family was attached to the KKK. He then wanted to make my baby grow up to be a "Redneck". To be a child of the clan. His great grandfather was the grand dragon or some shit. Their blood line was full of Imperial wizards and KKK brothers. Anyway, I came back to visit my family here up North and 2 days here, He broke up with me over the phone. I stayed here. I met an awesome man @ 6 months pregnant. He became my child's Dad. I ended up marrying him. my child has his name. my child will never know where his true roots are from. HE'LL NEVER BE A CHILD OF THE CLAN