To Kill A Black Man
Endow him with a supremely well calibrated intellect.
Grant him the heart of a lion, its roar, and the indomitable willingness to use both.
Instill in him a hyperglycemic sensitivity to the sugar slipped under cover of darkness in his gas tank.
Create a society that will fear him and shunt his kind to the margins, where he will be terminally underemployed and unappreciated, spiritually and emotionally underfed, physically surveilled and hunted as prey.
Wait for the inevitable.