Again typical Caucasian response..
Did you know when the Ray Rice story broke, all I read was:
"Blacks are animals"
"Rice was a THUG."
My point in all this is to say my attitude here is one mask I wear just like the
different masks we use day to day with different people. When your tone
changes I'll wear a different, more pleasing mask.
Can you hear yourself???? Are you truly that deluded, you think I want your admiration after reading your pissy-pants rants on white people or god forbid women? You have no idea what my life experience has been. I have been beaten and injured, once by a stranger in a local club, because I won some stupid promotional gimmick and won a bottle of champaign. He was with a
group I had never seen, they all played semi-pro football and apparently liked to create a ruckus so everyone would see them. The management opened the bottle, frankly I don't like champaign, I've tried everything from moderate to mind blowing price range, it still tastes sour to me. I was with a group of about 4 women, old friends, back then it was safer to go out in groups. So, I'm busy pouring drinks, for the folks I knew as well as a few just nearby. I put the bottle in the bucket, when this 300 lb no neck ass hole with a blonde buzz cut, actually pushed me aside and like a bad movie, put the bottle to his mouth and drank the rest. One of the girls ran to get the bouncer, I'm not articulating because all I'm saying is hey, hey, hey, put that down. This was highly unusual, and frankly very surprising even in a bar(given the year and location) My friend is coming with the bouncer who looks pretty stern and menacing until he sees who the jerk is. He put his hands up and said looks like no trouble here and backs away. It was almost dreamlike, I'm puzzled, and irritated to be bothered by these big strangers, and while my mind is trying to digest this WTF moment, unbelievably (I still don't think anyone really uses these words) I hear a man roar drunkenly, ain't no broad gonna make trouble for my friend. Again, almost slow motion, I turn to see who in Christ's sake would such a stupid thing, and immediately had a full glass impact on my forehead. It was orange juice and vodka, it stunned me and I sat down, but the skin wasn't broken just a big knot
raised on my forehead. Those football players were doubled over in laughter.
My reality was I was raised in a predominately white area, our thugs were beefy white guys. So when I say thug, it's race neutral. I've never been manhandled by black boys or men. You want another less menacing name for Ray Rice, suggest something. Violent behaviour is violent behaviour no matter who mets it out.
Since the bouncer was too much of a pussy to call the police, my friends took me to the police barracks. I made a complaint, the cops were thrilled and I should have took a hint. The man who assaulted me had been arrested and charged numerous times, and the victim prior to me was recovering in a hospital. The police said the other guy didn't want to press charges. Do you see where I'm going with this????? All of his other victims were men, this group's MO was one thug would walk up to a stranger at a club, spit on him and when the guy wanted to take it outside, 4 or 5 other beasts were waiting to beat his brains out. But, was I worried, oh hell no, I was 21 and no one was going to hit me and get away with it.
I received phone threats, my friends were warned and I was told if I didn't drop charges, something might happen to me or my car. I still wasn't afraid, we went to court, he pled not guilty and was given probation before verdict. To add insult to injury the judge sails well you're all young people, you'll probably run into each other at a party or other club, and urged we let bygones be bygones and be more friendly. I was flabbergasted, I didn't travel in that guys circles. They were low life's who later sold drugs, some served time and I don't know what my attacker got into, but about 15 years later, he and his boat blew up on the Magothy River. Local sports broadcaster all lamented the untimely and unfortunate end to a great ball player. Ironic? No, especially today, thats what we do, admire guys who can play rough and win games. Back then it was a little hard to swallow.
Although we couldn't prove who did it, about a week after court when he got PBV, my car disappeared. I reported it stolen, and the fire department found it in an open field, the entire interior burned to a crisp. That's when it occurred to me a better course of action would have been fall to the floor when I got hit, pretend to have more serious injuries, then sue the restaurant where it occurred.
So bottom line buttercup, you can pound sand as far as I'm concerned. You are a wet behind the ears, malcontent who likely isn't even black. You tell me I need to modify my behavior, so I'll be suitable to you. Are you shitting me????
Black or white or Latino or whatever, you are a glaring example of breathtaking entitlement. I've seen it with white youngsters, thank for taking me on this little bi-racial trip, unless its pure fiction. Ask yourself, are you really that special everyone should bend to your will, really, just why is that? Because you're a great guy or your funny or have a charming personality??? That won't be a good reason until you can develop a sense of proportion. Right now, I just hear a pissed off young guy who thinks he has all the answers. Maybe you can luck out and find a hero who will make everything better for you. I wouldn't hold my breath, you have to want to improve, nobody will do it for you. Pity parties are not normally what I like to do with my spare time.