Black Klansman: Race, Hate, and the Undercover Investigation of a Lifetime

by Ron Stallworth

While stopped at an intersection red light, a black man holding his five-year-old son’s hand stopped beside me and was standing next to O’dell. The son looked at Ken curiously, pointed to him, and asked his father, “Daddy, why is that man dressed so funny?” I started chuckling along with the others standing nearby when the father, looking directly at Ken, replied, “He’s just a damn clown, son.”