They treated her like trash… until she called the Pentagon… “Who are you going to call a black? No one is going to take a slave like you seriously. Go back to Africa, where you belong,” Sergeant Cole shouted. He didn’t even ask her name. He just saw the skin… and let the venom speak. General Regina M. Cal blinked, confused more by the tone than the words. The way that man was looking at her: as if she were scum, as if her rank and dignity meant nothing. “Excuse me,” she replied firmly, her voice