A Forever Autumn Press Book

“James, Gentrification is taking place in the wilds and timbered places in Utah also, except it’s the rednecked hillbillies that are being displaced, the rich are buying all the water and land they can lay their greasy hands on, they still need the white trash from the east side of the county to run their infrastructure but we are slowly being replaced by brothers from the south, who will work for less money but take the same abuse. People like my family are retiring and moving to the more abandoned rural areas where they can live on the scraps they throw to us—what the developers have not polluted with the cash they need to ruin our lifestyle. Good luck. I can see the smoke in my dreams at night coming from the cities of the east as they burn to the ground.”

-Ishmael, 5/3/15

This book is dedicated to Ishmael, a man with his back to a different kind of wall.

I am not the apex predator I fantasized about as a boy, but the hunted—with a small ‘h’ at that—an alternately defiant, observant and furtive beast of prey, who has been harried through the streets of Baltimore, Maryland, since 1981. This book is about dealing with my primary foe, the enemy that has threatened and attacked me hundreds of times, to the cops’ dozen negative attentions, and my despicable white cousins’ three dozen or so attempts to compromise, and even end, this marginal bipedal life.

The book I intend to write will be based on events yet to occur. I am committed to relating these events in an advisory manner, with the aim being preparing those few urban working class whites who yet inhabit the blackened bowels of America’s mid-sized cities, to survive the race purge when it gets to their town. I am not conducting a scientific survey, making objective observations, or trying to save anything more than my ass and that of whomever like-minded and like-situated souls might access this as a survival guide.

Don’t Get Boned is not about Baltimore, it’s about my Baltimore—Harm City; the place that coughed me up and shall one day swallow me. This is a journal of my experiences and observations, as well as those of people like Robert, my coworker who was hospitalized by two black thugs last night. This book will be as fat as life makes it, and shall encompass events from Wednesday evening, May 13, through Friday, the 4th of September, of the wretched year of our Distant Lord, 2015.

I look forward to this project, even as I look forward to what figures to be a hot summer, in more ways than one, the Summer of Hate; someone else’s hate, a slice of my fulfilling and interesting fate.