In September of 2015 this researcher and everyone I know who uses mass transit or walks to work, began facing and witnessing attacks from groups of armed and unarmed teens at the every same time that drugs began to be dealt by men from cars and vans. The kids were going into the less risky robbery business, sick of being arrested constantly by the pigs for slinging dope and getting jacked themselves by adult assassins. In a front page news article, the enemy publication of Baltimore, The Baltimore Sun, finally admitted it, though they and the pigs are doing everything they can to massage the numbers, play it down and make excuses.
For instance, after interviewing a black father of two who has been beaten severely by black teens twice in the upscale Chinquapin neighborhood—which I advised readers not to move into last year—the media priest went directly to criminal apologist Ericka Alston-Buck, who declared that the children launching armed mob assaults with impunity are not at fault. They are merely victims. The courts agree, returning these thugs to the street almost immediately. Alston-Buck even interviewed a gunman who sleeps in the bushes with two guns and robs everybody at the bus stop—even old ladies, he admits—and took up a collection of $40 for him to get him through the night. She probably does not realize that myself and most other people who take the bus only have about $40 a week of money left after we pay rent.
But we don't matter—black or white—we are only the breathing canvas that her darlings express their angst upon with the vibrant paint of their socially sanctioned, presidentially approved, police encouraged, municipally tolerated, media loved actions.
Last year Ishmael mailed me a neck knife, a skinning blade that is under 3.5 inches and single edged, which I will now be carrying, as I have been scouted for car-borne mob attacks numerous times over the past week. I am literally alone on the street, as the good people of the world, like Jemal Cole, a 43-year-old computer programmer, and his wife, no longer risk going out at night. Baltimore is a ghost town after dark and it will stay that way as the police are doing little, the courts are doing less and activists are encouraging, rewarding and condoning the Hunt for Whitey.
Oh, Jemal, since you work, you're married and you speak English, you are officially white. Enjoy the privilege!
Mescaline Addendum
They act like this is something new.
I like the excuse at the end from what I assume is a woman.
Mescaline Franklin
Thriving in Bad Places
This Jamal Cole?
jemal.co/2013/03/21/thoughts-on-gun-control
He ends his proposed tactics for promoting gun control with:
"If that doesn’t work, we can always try to make knife-fighting seem cool."
Hahaha. Maybe you two could work together.
Seriously though, how does one person manage to so thoroughly miss the point? Remove all of the guns from the home invasion that the Asian woman repelled, and imagine how that plays out.
Nice work DvF.
At our current point cultural conditioning has come to include a belief—fostered in public schools since the 1970s—that guns are bad—evil, taboo, when in reality they are an equalizer, a most fair weapon.
Looking at the date on his post, I'd be willing to suggest he post an addendum.
"...Alston-Buck, of the Kids Safe Zone, said some kids are “stealing for sport” to blow off steam in a world where they are routinely traumatized, poorly educated, disrespected and given few outlets to expend their energy and frustration in constructive ways..."
Well I know what to do. Put into my fabulous plan to permaculture the entire Western desert in the US. Millions and millions of acres. Pile up rock to make water wells, make ditches to channel all water flow and plant plants that rehabilitate the desert. They can blow off that steam digging ditches and piling up rocks. Now some may not want to do this. Fine. Chain them to a big rock in the desert and leave them by themselves with someone coming by once a day with food and water. No talking to them at all unless for business. While their just sitting there they can contemplate what they've done to warrant their predicament.