About 50 years ago, I was a young teenager, two negroes broke into our house through the downstairs bathroom window. My older brother heard the noise and woke up my dad. My dad got his shotgun out of the closet and started to go downstairs with my brother. The two negroes were in the kitchen and knocked over the sparklers water bottle from the dispenser it sat on making a big noise. They came out of the kitchen seen my father. One took a shot, just missing my brother. My father killed the negro. The other got away out the door. This happened at about 5 in the morning. My parents sold the house. I’ve been aware since I was a boy.