So I went jogging last night, as I frequently do, through an all black section in my community. A hefty black man in his jams and a tank T rides up beside me on a child's bicycle and challenges me for running in his neighborhood. I was thinking, maybe he was hoping I had some Skittles. Too funny! At either rate, he turned his bike around and went the other way and left me alone.
That was no Black Man that was a person of African decent that chose the status of thug-POS. I for one can careless for Shiztbirds of that ilk. Yet calling him a Black Man is an insult. Had he accosted you physically should have lead to a swift pummeling of said person. Which would have only went down in street justice lore as he Effed with the wrong person. Far as looking for Skittles that may have been one of those items he sought after, beyond your cash and other highly prized possessions. For a person of that social status have minimal education and would rather drink and fornicate with any hapless female that will flash their wares. Which can be found in any area of living not excluding those buxom toothless trailer park scabs. In any case I have the same problem with many people of this mentality. That's why I keep an angry appearance when I venture to these areas. The look of I'm about to murder someone will give people that mean to do you harm a second thought without saying a word. When your face is void of that look then you look like a unsuspecting victim. Glad you made it home safely.
Can't tell you how many times I was "profiled" by people of different races growing up. It led to many fights, yet I did not call the police, I just learned how to think, where not to walk, and what to say to survive. None of those black guys, Asians, hispanics, samoans, Filipinos, hawaiians, or anyone else was charged with anything for jumping me, harrassing me, or anything. I remember getting into at least 5 different physical altercations with a Fillipino gang over about a month period which culminated in them bringing at least 5 guys to school where they jumped me with a metal pipe. Again, I did not call the cops, I learned how to be a man, learned how to fight, and learned how to navigate through life without everyone getting involved. In fact, I highly doubt anyone would have cared that a white kid was getting constantly harassed.
Guys stop with the fabricated stories. The tables are never turned in real life, everyone knows that.
Hey, I was never profiled, harrassed, bullied or anything. OF course, you got to realize I grew up in upstate NY snow country. People of color... whatever color... don't like cold and snow. I managed to go through life with never getting in a fight. I got blindsided and hit beside the head with a pool cue once near Louisville when I won a pool match. Bennies Last Chance Salon. I don't call that a fight. I was up and suddenly down. Never saw it coming as it wasn't the guy I beat. Skampered under the table, out the other side and out the door with the money as 3 guys chased me. I made a clean getaway. LOL
Agreed. Call me a pussy but if I found myself regularly in these type of situations i'd move. Posted from my phone so please excuse my brevity
My brothers got attacked several times when they were growing up. Mostly whites but latinos and blacks joined in as well. It was usually a group that went after them. There was a pecking order and the half-Jap kids in a town built post WWII were on the bottom of it. On the upside, my brothers quickly became the baddest-*** mofo's when it came to street fighting. In fact my one brother became entertained by it. He used to go bar-fight hopping. (Always look for the silver lining. )
I don't understand the bar fight hopping mentality. I had an employee, white kid... whos best friend was a black kid. Smart kid really. Anyway, my employe said he'd never seen the kid lose a fight. He'd walk in and tell Eric, "Ok, I'm going to get that kid in a fight". And he would. It backfired one night in South Baltimore when some folks pumped a couple rounds into their vehicle.
I don't either, heck, I don't understand bar hopping. My brother was the middle child in a broken family, picked on until he fought back. His step-mom was a jerk to him. His dad killed himself. It's amazing he's not incarcerated or dead. He got along real well when he was in the Navy (Desert Storm era). But he's such a hard-*** that he didn't do the career military route because he thought too many idiots and pansies were being recruited. Now he's old (heh), and still gets rowdy at bars but no fighting (that I'm aware of), rides his harley and is mostly at peace with the world. But I still think he'd be able to take down a couple of dudes half his age.
I beg to differ Davidmil, I love Snow and Cold Weather. I would love to live in Juneau Alaska or Saskatchewan Canada. I am a rare species I know. I grew up in South Carolina. I have been where it was 125F and -40 degrees and I would rather be where it is 40 below ANYDAY! If it never got over 30 degrees I would be just fine. Best thing about Summer is that Deer Season is right around the corner. As for the guy that was profiled, I hate it happened to you. It has happened to me so much, I don't pay it much attention. It takes ALL types to make the world go around. Be Safe and do like I do and Arm Yourself at ALL TIMES!!
I was once profiled too. First date with the wife... I showed up driving my brother's new car, a wallet full of cash and dressed pretty snazzy. It worked !!!! :p :D Tim
I know, I have a tendancy to exaggerate at times. LOL I suspect the brothers in such places as Detroit would also poke holes in my snow theory. I went to a public school in Upstate NY with around 1000-1200 students. We had one black person in the school for a couple years when I attended. I went to one of the NY State colleges, music and education were it's main degrees. We had one black guy and 3 black girls while I was there. Both instances are odd in that in HS I was relatively close to major cities of Rome and Syracuse. The college was west of Buffalo.
I honestly believe it is just human nature to "profile" or have racial feelings. But it's up to each one of us to be able to look past that thought when we have it. I grew up in chicago in a very small tight Italian neighborhood. The thought process was a lot different there everyone was taught to stick to their "own". But luckily after leaving there and traveling and serving in the army I learned more about judging each person by their own actions then by their color or race or looks for that matter. Unfortunately as bad as this sounds I really think the issue that happened to MUzzy Man is only going to get worse the more this goes on with the Travon vs. Zimmerman case. It's going to be the king case all over again. I am not trying to offend anyone by saying that
Juneau is for wusses! Move to Ely SES! You could grow the minority population by 15% ... and then I'd have someone to hunt with
It doesn't even have to do with race sometimes. There was a part of the town I grew up near, that everyone knew was the bad section. Most of the people there were related in one way or another, tight knit, and didn't care about cops, jail or anything else. They'd whoop your *** if they found you there and you didn't have "business" to tend to in the neighborhood. Well, this town is 99.9% white, the neighborhood in question is all white. Thankfully for me, I got along with everyone, even the bad asses in that neck of the woods. But, the whole point is, there are @!@holes in every crowd, regardless of race.
I was profiled during my first Flying Lesson, a husband and wife couple spied me as I entering the area for the lesson and in the hangar area and said "what are are they doing here"? And she's on crutches they'll let any one in here. Shortly there after those couple that was near them left almost immediately. Ignorance is everywhere even in everyday life losers are bound to show up.
But you're from Penn. That place and people are not normal. It's like some outerspace aliens were planted on the mountains and they named it Penn.
Well, I am still jogging through the same neighborhood and its not a rough one. I am thinking the guy was just wondering why a white dude (actually more Native American than white) would be running through his hood. He didn't look like he would have been much of a problem unless he was packing and maybe my being 6"2 and in pretty good shape may have deterred any troublesome thoughts he may have had. At either rate, I did get a taste of what some friends of different races may have experienced and though this was pretty benign, I think I would get tired of it pretty quickly if it happened a lot.
