MY LOCAL FORCE WAS RECENTLY SUED FOR RACIAL PROFILING AND EXCESSIVE USE OF FORCE AND WAS PUT UNDER STATE SUPERVISION FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS. AS A RESULT BEATINGS AND ROBBERIES ARE UP, ESPECIALLY THOSE TARGETING MIDDLE AGED AND ELDERLY WHITE VICTIMS. MORE OFTEN THAN NOT EITHER THE VICTIM WILL NOT PRESS CHARGES DUE TO THREATS OF REPRISALS OR THE POLICE WILL NOT PURSUE A CASE INVOLVING BLACK ON WHITE CRIME.
THE WORLD IS ON FIRE, BUT OUR OWN NATION IS SMOLDERING READY TO BURST INTO HELLFIRE AT ANY TIME. GANGS ARE AT THE VERY CENTER OF THIS AND THEY ARE BEING EMPOWERED BY OUR LEFTIST LEADERS.
THIS IS A NATIONWIDE TREND BUT THIS IS THE STORY OF ONE LOCAL INCIDENT.
One morning a gentleman left his home in my "ville" early to visit an elderly friend who needed some assistance. He took a bus to the north end of town, known for "Gangsta infuence and black youth violence.
He has walked these streets for many years and still carries the scars from previous encounters with the thugs that prowl the back-alleys of his hometown. There are those who will not approach the man today as he left some lasting impressions on the thugs as well. He is 6'5 and goes 230 lbs. ans strikes quite an imposing figure.
However, on this day the man passes in front of a local inner city school just as the children are going to class. Four of these "black yutes" are skipping school, and smoking dope right across the street. He passes them and they sneer, throwing insults and racial slurs in his direction. He pays them no mind and walks on to his destination three blocks away. As he does the thugs circle around and approach him from the rear in an adjacent alley. The man senses something may be afoot, but continues on.
As he approaches his destination, two of the thugs come around him and one creeps up silently. Suddenly the sun breaks out from behind a cloud and silouettes the attacker, giving the man a clear range and distance to respond. He reaches into his jacket, and without skipping a heartbeat, he has the first thug in his sights.
Stunned at his quick response they all back away slowly and retreat muttering and growling hateful slurs as they went away, constantly looking back--like a pack of wild dogs who have been denied their easy prey--one who was stronger and more cunning than they. Later the man finds out that these "yutes" have moved on to attack a woman he knows just down the street.
The man continued on his mission and later in the day he visits a local chapel. He recalls the incident for a parishoner and a visiting nun.
He has come to the conclusion that the hand of God has spared a life today. Had the sun not come out at that particular moment he may have been forced to unload his weapon on these wannabe gangstas. As it was he had the time and distance needed to confront them before that was necessary.
The perpetrators...under surveillance.
The moral to this story...
You may get a thrill out of playin' gangsta; a false sense of worth, some street cred. or false bravado; but remember this..
DON'T BE MESSIN' WIT' OLD SKOOL GANGSTA!
IT MIGHT GET YO BEAT DOWN!
WATCH OUT FOR OLD WHITE CATS!
AND DON'T BE STOOPID!