Originally Posted by
fabiodriven
Call me high and mighty if you want or call me a racist if that floats your boat. I'm not here to label anyone. In my personal experience, I've met bad people of all shapes, sizes, and colors. That doesn't mean that every fat person is no good, or every bald man is an arse, and it certainly doesn't make all black people bad.
Having gone to a regional high school that had kids from roughly 7 surrounding towns, including the City of Brockton which has its areas that are not the types of places you would want to spend too much time, I experienced "urban" kids first hand. I will tell you this- as a harmless white boy I got my share and then some of negativity from the black, Cape Verde, and Haitian students. I didn't look down on anyone then, but they did look down on me. When I was 17 or 18 a particularly annoying Cape Verde kid that worked at the local Jiffy Lube with me thought it would be funny to run a razor down my back and slice my shirt. He "accidentally" went too far and sliced down my back. He was working in my neck of the woods, as he was from Brockton, and my very close and strong friend came down into the pit seconds after it happened. He saw my back and was about to bury the kid. I told him to let it go and the kid who cut me swore it was an accident. My buddy has had no problems burying guys bigger than himself and this kid was small like me. I was the only reason he walked out of there. They were always a lot less forgiving with me.
The town I grew up in was middle class with not many people of color aside from the Portuguese. There was a very high population of them. Never had an issue with any of them, I never saw them in any different color or fashion. They never gave me a reason to. Sure they ate a lot of fish and had nice gardens and terribly built sheds, but they were just good people. I never saw them as anything other than people. There were very few lower income black families in my town, but there was one that most people knew of. I had multiple run-ins with them over the years, and maybe one or two times I had a good time with them. That has to be about a 90% disapproval rating based on the amount of times I ran into them over the years. One time I was in my parent's house in the middle of the day, broad daylight, and two of them came into my yard and took an 86 KX250 and a newer CR125 right out of my yard. My buddy and I had traded off for a week with two of our other friends, our trikes for their bikes. The kicker on the KX slipped (as they all do) so they couldn't get it running. They hopped on the CR double and I called the cops. I then pop started the KX and took off after them. After shooting up and down roads in my town I came across a parked cop. He sited me on the spot and towed the bike.
After getting my trike back, the same kid stole my ATC110. It was recovered the next town over a few weeks later and it was salvageable, but what the crap.
That same kid also took my slightly stolen (I was a kid once) 1984 TT600 (best dirt bike ever made) and ghost-rode it off a cliff in front of a party. The hill was sand so the bike was mostly OK, but c'mon guy.
After driving trucks for 15 years in every kind of setting, I can tell you with 100% certainty that black people have absolutely no objections with holding up traffic as they cross the street which is just plain ignorant by definition. Add into that fact that they clearly don't have anywhere to be, a conclusion drawn by their lack of moving with a purpose, and you take ignorant to unruly levels. Just to frost that cake they do it with their arse hanging out, because that's what you want to have to see while they stop the world, almost as if it revolves around them. They start young by walking in gaggles down the hallways in school, blocking other students who have places to be. Ask me how I know that.
About 4 months ago I was driving a tri-axle dump truck through Boston. At that time I was doing a lot of smiling, just all of the time because, well, things are a lot better that way. A black man walked out from the curb in front of my truck and looked right at me. I slowed the truck down without incident as I wasn't going too fast and proceeded to let him cross the road. He had a very menacing look on his face and I was smiling. When you've served in a combat zone you tend to read people's intent as you approach. My smile is not a smirk or a sneer, it's disarming. It makes it hard for people to approach you in a negative way, and it's on purpose. He started mouthing a bunch of shite at me and gesturing to me if there was a problem we could handle it. A problem about what? I never took my eyes off his as he crossed in front of me and then walked alongside my truck as I continued up the road. I avoid issues but I had been working on jacking up my self confidence at that time and was prepared to continue to smile regardless of what one low life thinks.
I do know black people that I love though and have always had that in my life. I always will. If I meet someone I base what I think of them on, well, themselves. It just so happens that a good portion of negative run-ins I've experienced in my life time have involved black people and, in particular, the type of black people that involve themselves with a lifestyle such as the one this black, urban man who got killed led. If they don't want to be civilized that's fine. They're still being treated civil and they should be thanking their lucky stars for that in my opinion. That kind of lifestyle is openly perpetuated in their music and culture and regardless of whether or not they can escape where it is they have been raised, there is absolutely no excuse for having such an uncivilized culture regardless of how much money you have. Money doesn't make you happy nor does it solve problems. People solve problems. People cause problems as well. Take a peek at how many riots involved black people as of late. For a kid like that to approach a grown man half his size and intimidate him proves he is a weapon in and of himself, and having him do such things is proof of his intentions. I had a big kid (who happened to be black) come around a corner in a store and he would have walked right over me if I didn't move just three weeks ago. Looked right through me as if I didn't exist and he was probably twice my size. I grabbed what I was getting (and looked for Dirt Wheels) and came back out to the front of the store where he was standing with his grandmother. He was probably 16. I'm 34. Not having respect for your elders goes right up my arse sideways and someone will probably tell me "well that's just one incident". It's really not though. I've been paying attention for a long time and it's unfortunate what the real story is.
It was a white kid that caused me to lose my concealed carry. Ultimately it was my decision as how to handle myself that evening, however, this particular white kid was visiting my town. He happened to come from the aforementioned City of Brockton. He dressed and talked like an urban black kid (act like you don't know what I mean). He had a lot to say, he was twice my size and at least 10 years younger than me, he had friends with him and he had something he wanted to show me in his pocket. It was that urban attitude I had seen so many times before, and this time it could have killed me. I wasn't losing the "guess what's in my pocket" game with him, and I wasn't waiting to see what he had to show me. No, nobody got shot. I did lose my LTC though. Another negative I can associate with that kind of lifestyle, but this was from a white kid. Although he was white, he certainly spoke and acted in a manner I would associate with younger black people. I was able to stop him from speaking that way, which is a feat in itself. I laughed in his face as he spoke in his regular voice. It's just a shame because it proves that's the only thing they know- violence. Shame on me for involving myself. I know better now.
Regardless, I still don't judge anyone right off the bat. I do judge those I've crossed paths with from time to time, and I must admit that I have had a lot of black people leave negative impressions on me. I wish them the best and hope they clean up their act. I am humble, far from high and mighty, but I am entitled to my own opinion.
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like the starving people in African do. They try to catch it with their mouths before it hits the ground. But those people don't have any white honky crackas to steal money from. (Either legally or by gun point.) [emoji6]
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