Don’t say anything.

Jaden kept her expression, defiant, yet her lips closed in a hard line. She knew - or thought - they couldn’t do anything to her, at least not in public.

“Say something, you dumbass chink.” The group leader said.

“But Jamal, aren’t Asians supposed to be smart?” The one to the right of him replied.

“Well, Tyrone, obviously this one ain’t!” Jamal spoke, nose flaring. He suddenly pushed Jaden to the ground, groping her chest through her shirt as she fell.

“Listen, bitch. Here, you respect the people above you. I don’t know what they did in India, but you speak when spoken to. I will not tolerate chink slutholes trying to sass their superior black masters. You got it?”

Jaden whimpered. “Yes, master.”

The group snorted, leaving her on the ground.