In the years to come, I will remember him as a coward and a proponent of negative thinking. There is a disappointment in realising this man is a sycophant, not capable of receiving or assimilating criticism. This disillusionment contradicts everything I had come to believe in my childhood, setting me off on an identity crisis like never before.
There are times I believe if he comes to see his own bigotry, the system would simply shut down and exist no further.

I don’t want to end up as him.