This comes to me courtesy of my wife’s aunt…..
A couple weeks ago, my wife’s cousin stopped for gas at a station just up the street from his house. He got out, pumped his gas, then walked toward the building to pay.
As he crossed the lot, a rather sizable group of young blacks (somewhere between 30-40, according to eyewitnesses and police reports) both men and women hanging out at the station, took note of him and loudly started asking "what Whitey was doing in their neck of the woods", and insulting him.
He ignored them, paid and walked back across the lot to his car. They "allegedly" made several racist remarks and threatened him, then one or two of them "allegedly" threw a couple of rocks, one of which cracked his sunroof.
Now, like an idiot, instead of getting out with his skin intact and being happy with that, he went and got four of his friends and came back to the station, where the blacks were still hanging out.
I guess, when you’re on welfare and probably selling crack, you have the time to waste.
Anyway, his wife also insisted on coming along, to try and keep him and the others from getting killed.
A confrontation ensued, as you can imagine, and things got rather hot rather quickly, according to witnesses. Words were exchanged, some bad language, then one of the young blacks said something rather defamatory about his wife. This caused him to cross the lot after the man.
Typically, since blacks in a fight would rather use their guns than their guts, the black man reached for his gun. Luckily, very luckily, several police cruisers, called by the woman in the station, arrived just about then and broke things up.
Her cousin made a complaint about the cracked sunroof, for insurance purposes, I suppose, and the situation was defused.
Problem is, several of the blacks present were neighbors of his. They know he made the complaint. They’ve since informed him that they "know where he lives and works".
I’m sure that this implies that they’ll be over real soon with tea and crumpets, and would be happy to give him a lift to work if ever he needs it.
Now, I find several things ridiculous about this, the first, of course, being that the idiot actually went back looking for a fight. Jerk.
What I find both ridiculous and pathetic, however, is that, given odds of probably at least something like 5 or 6-1 in their favor, the black guy still felt the need to reach for his gun. What a coward.
Are they so very intimidated by whites that they were afraid five white guys and one (tiny) white woman were going kick all 30-40 of their hardcore, tough, gangsta-rap listenin’, hood-livin’ asses?
The other thing I find ridiculous, though sadly ironic, is that this incident occurred this month, when we celebrate the birthday of Martin Luther King Jr. and remember his "dream". It was not so very long after MLK Day, itself, in fact.
Every year, black community leaders deify MLK and re-commit themselves to helping achieve his ‘dream". Maybe those leaders should start with this crowd at the gas station?
I wonder how he would feel, knowing that his "dream" is being trod upon by the very people for whom he sought it? By those who claim to revere him, and it?
I mean, 4 decades after his speech and two decades after we started observing his birthday, this is how far we’ve come; a large group of blacks feels empowered enough to hurl racist epithets and threats of violence at an innocent white man paying for his gas.
Blacks can now virtually lynch a white man, just for being a white man in a black neighborhood.
That, friends, is what we call Progress!
Keep dreaming, Marty.