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Originally posted by SignyM:

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Seems like the truth to me.

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THAT is the essence of racism. To castigate an entire group pf people by their race, based on an unsupported belief. (Blacks are shiftless and lazy. Too lazy to even riot properly against the gubmint. 'cause they're only interested in free money.) Jack, have you ever talked to blacks about US foreign policy? Or what it means to live in a police state? A lot of blacks "get it". They do. They would be the Libertarian's natural allies except is seems the Libertarians are a white middle-class group throwing a hissy-fit.

But let me 'splain why it's prolly not true: The peeps rioting were primarily young males. The peeps getting the welfare check were primarily female. It's not the some 40-year-old taking care of her grandchildren stopped in the middle of throwing a molotov, checked her wat and thought "OH DARN! I GOTTA STOP THIS AND GET DOWN TO THE OFFICE TO PICK UP MY CHECK!"

SO, there's ANOTHER reason why Ron Paul won't be President. (

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You know me Signy by now. I envy the dark neighborhoods that the cops are scared of entering. Like little microcosims in an otherwise tamed world.

People at my work are really trying to talk me out of buying a $7,000 duplex in a "bad" neighborhood. I keep asking them if it's just "white paranoia" that's making them say that, or if they really belive that just because I'm a white man I'll get killed living there. A majority of them, and I can't blame them, believe that if I'm not killed there my life will be hell. I just don't really believe that.


Hey... don't hate me for what I say. I see the only way to "integrate" neighborhoods is to mix the color in with the white. I have just never seen or known anybody who has done it the other way.

I might get a great duplex for $7,000 out there. Could they really hate me that much because of my skin color when I probably hate cops more than they do?

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"What are you doing over in this area? Are you buying drugs?"

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Originally posted by SignyM:
I've lived in tough black neighborhoods and everything bad they say about them is true. I got tired of the police helicopters at night, the armed stand-offs, the break-ins (including my own home), the fact that I couldn't walk down to the corner store in the evening w/o getting harrassed, being assaulted, the purses which had been snatched being ditched in my garden... I got tired of living with a shotgun under me bed, of having my SO prowl the house to make sure that is was clear (he was trying to reassure me. Having been a crime victim three times in one year left me a bit rattled!) And heck, that all happened in ONE YEAR!

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Sounds like paradise to me!

Nah... not really. That's a shame that it's really like that. It's crazy how we all live so closely together near big cities and just a few miles away people are killing each other.

It's even sadder that this stereotype is real. I know there are a lot of middle class blacks who make something of themselves and have respect for themselves and their families. I still remember this guy Gary who was a Suit at a retail company I worked at a few years when I was in highschool. I was trying to use my mojo on the cutest girl that worked there in the break room one night, but she wasn't having it. It turns out she had never been on a "date" before and liked it when guys just partied with her and she put out if she liked them. This little rico suave looking mf got into her panties right quick by treating her like he didn't care if she existed. (I've known several girls I've taken out on dates that were over 20 and said it's the first time they've ever been on a real date..... and that's just sad).

Anyways....... Gary walked in the break room towards the end of that conversation. I don't know what he heard or even remember any of what we said to each other 12 years ago, but he saw that I looked down when she left and he told me "Don't worry about that now. You just keep doing what you're doing. A lot of girls like the bad boy type at your age, but when you get older the women are looking for somebody smart and responsible like you".

He probably doesn't even remember me now, but I won't forget him. First black man I respected, and one of the few people who worked there that I ever did. Not a lot of adults, including my parents, talked to me like an adult back then. He was only there a few weeks and then he was off to "fix" another store in the chain.




I did walk 12 miles home one night because some friends pissed me off about something when we were at a restaurant after drinking all night. There were busses on the way, but in my state and state of mind I wasn't going to get on a bus and I was going to walk home if it took me the rest of the night (which it did). It was the middle of November and 14 degrees, so not a whole lot of people were out. Though I didn't see anybody white out there, I did pass some black and Mexican people. I'd say hi as I passed and they'd greet me right back. I admit that I was on guard and alert of my surroundings when I passed anyone (being that it was 3:00AM, I was alone, and I was drunk and high enough to be walking 12 miles in November weather), but nothing bad happened.

I walked past a Labor Ready a few hours later with about 30 Mexican guys and girls waiting outside. It kind of pissed me off when they all pretended not to know English when I asked them for a lighter and even stooped to playing charades with them, making the motions with a cigarette in my mouth, after no one would offer one up (I only had matches in my pocket somehow, and they had run out a half hour earlier).

But then I walked past another Labor Ready a while down and talked to the lone black guy who was about 40 years old named Anthony standing in front of the building, waiting to find out what his assignment of the day was. I was about 10 miles into my trek then, but I was cold and tired and my foot was killing me. I didn't mind stopping to chat at all to relieve some of the negative feelings and thoughts I was experiencing. He was a very friendly guy who listened to my story of the night, we talked about his job for a while, and when we were saying bye he gave me his lighter and said "you make it home now." I thanked him and went on.

When I woke up in the morning and made breakfast in my robe my grandma freaked out when she came in the room. Turns out my right sock was caked with blood from the walk. She damn near had a heart attack when I told her where I walked home from that night.

For that, and similar things I've done in the past, my friends consider me a real genius. I don't know... it was an experience I will never forget, and I didn't think it was all that bad. Maybe it was just the November night weather keeping everyone inside. I don't know...

If anyone I passed was somebody who liked stealing or starting shit with people for the fun of it, nobody showed it. Either it's not as bad as I see in movies, the people I walked past that night were good people, or they were just more afraid of a white guy who would walk those streets alone at 3AM.

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If anyone I passed was somebody who liked stealing or starting shit with people for the fun of it, nobody showed it. Either it's not as bad as I see in movies, the people I walked past that night were good people, or they were just more afraid of a white guy who would walk those streets alone at 3AM.

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If anyone I passed was somebody who liked stealing or starting shit with people for the fun of it, nobody showed it. Either it's not as bad as I see in movies, the people I walked past that night were good people, or they were just more afraid of a white guy who would walk those streets alone at 3AM.

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Originally posted by SignyM:
Has nothing to do with being white, and everything to do with the neighborhood being poor and disenfranchised in so many ways.

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I get mixed opinions from posts here though. I'm told that I basically should not even consider moving into one of these neighborhoods, but that they're really not all that bad.

Bottom line is, I don't like cops, I mind my own business and I don't flash things I have like candy on a string to entice break-ins. My car is two years older than me and cost $1,800. If anything were to happen to me, I can't see it happening for any reason other than I'm different.

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If anything were to happen to me, I can't see it happening for any reason other than I'm different.

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