Meanwhile, Herrington was staring at death. "I was bleeding pretty bad from my neck area," he recalls. When two white men drove by in a black pickup truck, he begged them for help. "I said, Help me, help meâ€"Iâ€™m shot," Herrington recalls. The response, he tells me, was immediate and hostile. One of the men told Herrington, "Get away from this truck, ******. Weâ€™re not gonna help you. Weâ€™re liable to kill you ourselves." My God, thought Herrington, whatâ€™s going on out here?