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Letter from Madison


Your videos on attacks along bike trails helped me the other day. I live in a Wisconsin town of about 15,000 that is around an hour and a half-hour from the Twin Cities. I was on a bike ride on our bike trail last week, came around a bend and there were three black teenagers standing in the middle of the trail looking up and down the trail. I ride faster than most and did not have time to turn around so I accelerated even faster as I approached them. The more muscular kid looked me up and down, a look I’ve seen before when criminals are looking for someone to jack. He moved aside and I flew by. 

I had just passed by two joggers a mile back and I knew at least one of them would be running in to these kids. You’ll probably say this was dumb, but instead of bypassing the kids when I got to the end of the trail and had to turn around to get back home, I slowed to a pace so that when I turned around and got back to these kids, that jogger would be there. I was worried he was going to get attacked. 

After I turned around and rode back, there were the kids in the same place, looking side-to-side up and down the trail. I was flying even faster this time and as I passed by the kids, the muscular one said something to me. Just ahead, around the bend, I came up on the jogger. He must’ve turned around when he came around the bend and saw the kids standing there. I pulled off the trail a mile ahead and called the cops and told them there were some kids up to no good on the bike trail. They said they’d send out a deputy. I never heard back from them. 

We’re a college town that is “down with the cause.” The university removed a very old painting in one of the buildings that depicted a French fur trader from the 1600s because it’s an example of white male colonialism, of course. 

BTW, check out some of the Madison School Board meetings from up here in Wisconsin. We’re seeing a lot of the same stuff you document in schools elsewhere happening in the capital city.

On Independence Day, the Fellas let us know, once again, they are just not that into us.

Now they are even lying about it: Professor Dyson says white supremacists are roaming the country attacking black people using the 13-star flag of Betsy Ross as their banner.

And that’s why Nike had to pull their shoes with that flag.

A complete fabrication.

And of course, black on white violence proceeds as usual.

All this in a new podcast from Colin Flaherty.

Breaking news from NPR: Black women should carry guns because they are under threat of constant violence from racist TRUMP supporters.

And  Pete Butigieg says unless we figure out this whole relentless white racism thing, black people are going to revolt and that will be the end of America.

Oh yeah, we have some stuff to chew over today on this new podcast from Colin Flaherty.

Breaking news from NPR: Black women should carry guns because they are under threat of constant violence from racist TRUMP supporters. And Pete Butigieg says unless we figure out this whole relentless white racism thing, black people are going to revolt and that will be the end of America. Oh yeah, we have some stuff to chew over today on this new podcast from Colin Flaherty.

The chickens have come home … to roost.

Because of a fairy tale called Criminal Justice Reform, killers are on the loose. Killing and hurting people again and again and again.

We document that here with some recent cases.

As well as a Letter from a Cop to tell WHAT IT ALL MEANS.

A new podcast from Colin Flaherty.

Letter from a St. Paul School


I wanted tell a story about school violence maybe your viewers would like to hear. It’s not about me. I’ll title it Minnesota nice — until they were not.

I went to catholic elementary then to public school in 7th grade. They bused kids in from a nearby area where everybody knew you don’t go in to this area at night.

My experience was minimal with black students.  If you got caught alone in the bathroom or taking the city bus to school which came out of Selby Dale area, that was not a good situation.

There was some verbal abuse of teachers but something else went on. The black girls started attacking the popular white girls. At first, everybody ignored it.  But it began to escalate over the school year from once or  twice a month to three times a week.

Everybody new about it. Girls would tell each other stay out the second floor bathroom. Then it moved to the first floor bathroom. Then the stairwells. Then when moving from class to class.

There was  no detention because the fellas and lovely ladies had to catch their bus. Finally they attacked the wrong girl. She had brothers. It got around school that she was bleeding and  got cut.

In junior high bleeding was something that happened when you wiped out on your bicycle, not in a fight.

Well,  this was 1970s St. Paul. To put this in perspective we had 5 kids in our family and were considered a small family.

If  you were a white kid picking on another white kid you better have a good reason or be prepared for 4 or 5 of his brothers hunting you down. I had this personal experience twice.

Lots of large families, with many older and younger siblings in the same school.

My own grama Flaherty, with two sets of twins had 17 kids altogether. After the one attack word went through the school in one day to crowd in the bathrooms lunchrooms everywhere, even into the senior high which was separated by locked steel doors.

We had family in the senior high every one was to meet at the school buses after school and everybody did.  400 maybe not to fight but scare or intimidate we lined the sidewalk leading to buses. We were 25 deep. The black kids would not come out of school.

The teachers came out and were dumb founded. They didn’t have clue a what was going on.  No one was yelling or threatening just standing together. The black kids were escorted single file to their bus, one bus load at a time with their tales between their legs.

Another bus would move forward and another bus load would come out single file. This went on for three days — escorted to the bus while we lined the sidewalk. No racial slurs, nothing. We just  stood there. 

I don’t know if this story means anything but for the next three years there was no more racial hostility. When I was in senior high, my brother was in the junior high and he had no problems.

This is one of my most vivid memories. I guess we taught the world to sing in perfect harmony.

I kept it short. I could have put in a lot of other details. I worry about these young white kids in schools. They don’t have an army of brothers to help like we did when in school.

Former prison psychologist Marlin Newburn  was a great source of inspiration and insight for all us on this platform.

We still miss him every day.

But everything he said in these early podcasts still resonates — almost as if he is here with us today.

Maybe he is.

A new podcast from Colin Flaherty.

Letter from a Retired Cop

Hey Colin,

I recently retired as a cop after a long year career, do the math, that included the LA Riots in 1992. Lots of fellas and lovely ladies stories if interested, however, what motivated me to email was your request for your new book on the podcast where you discussed white kids in black schools with two guests telling their experiences.

I grew up in a suburb of LA called Eagle Rock.  Not many blacks in the 60’s/70’s mostly White, Hispanic and Asian (mostly Filipinos). When I was 5 my folks had me in a local bowling league that had the brilliant idea to take us to a tournament in “mid-town” a mostly black area.

My very first experience in life with a black person, after I rolled a practice ball another little black kid got in my face and said “man if I had my knife I’d cut you, you dumb m*tha f*cka!”  apparently my crime was rolling 2 practice balls on the same lane when we were told to move over to another lane after the first ball, I was 5! I made an error in not listening…

Over the years I had hoped this was a one off and that Wakanda was a real place, but year after year the fellas proved my instincts about them right…

You want to learn about black violence up close and personal every day? On your job?

Ask a bus driver. 

Along with cops, teachers and Asian shopkeepers, bus drivers are at the tip of the spear of black violence wildly out of proportion and the denial, deceit and delusion from reporters and public officials that allow it to continue.

So today we ask a bus driver about black violence.

You’ll never look at a bus the same way again.

A new podcast from Colin Flaherty.

And oh yeah, check out this strange video of a fella trying to escape police custody at a court house. One witness says cops murdered him and that’s not right because “black lives matter.”

Another witness, the DA, the cops, and cameras say the fella grabbed the cops gun and was trying to shoot him.

One of Joe Biden’s best friends even shows up in the video: Remember Mouse?

You will. Check it out here:

Letter from the Grey Zone

Oh man Collin, today’s podcast is really hitting home for me. I’m one of those “grey zone” kids too. Going to a black school in the 90’s ( 1992-93 to be precise) was almost the death of me literally (me and a small group of white guys that banded together for safety were shot at) and definitely ruined my life in terms of academics and graduating high school.

I grew up in Northeast Kansas City and went to Northeast High School , which of course is a  predominately black school in a predominately black neighborhood.
It was rare to have a day go by where I wasn’t at the very least called a honky, cracker or white boy but at least those days didn’t result in physical violence. Most days unfortunately had me having to get physical with the fellas. 
I even saw a kid get sliced down his thigh with a straight razor from one of the fellas, the reason? He was white and it was Black History Month so “The Cracker had to pay for slavery”. It was one of the scariest things I’d seen at that school. The kid never came back after that.

I was always a big guy even as a freshman I was 6 foot 2 and 300 lbs. I was what you would call country strong so it would make the black kids angry when they couldn’t always beat me one on one so then usually I would get jumped where some days I’d be fending off around 5 black assailants at once. Needless to say those days I would get my ass whipped.

Eventually I got a group of around 5-6 white guys who were bigger and sick of always being singled out to always be together and we were like a small gang I suppose. We always looked out for each other and tried our best to help the hapless other white kids who just tried to bury their heads in the sand and ignore the situation.

Eventually the fellas got sick of not being able to fight us fairly and one day while we were smoking outside they did a drive by on us, shooting at us without successfully hurting us physically but in a way it was like they killed our spirit that day.

I dropped out and there was really no repercussions for anything that happened that day because I couldn’t pick out who did it (I literally felt like every fella in the car looked alike from what I could recollect and it happened in the blink of an eye)
After that I just was always filled with anxiety and overly cautious to the point of overkill. To this day I still always watch my surroundings out of the corner of my eye.

I know for one my life has been harder due to the extreme amount of black hostility and violence I had to endure. I’ve never really had a good job, I drink too much and I have a lot of emotional issues. So I guess I really did die that day I was shot at, it has just been a very slow progress and instead of my life being taken away it was my spirit.

Thanks for letting me share with you, Colin you are doing important work so thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Letter from a White Kid in a Black Summer Camp

Good morning Colin,

A friend of mine recently sent me a link to one of your podcasts where you played the 911 calls from the Louisville, Kentucky mobs that targeted white people.  He urged me to share my story with you because of your episode discussing the myth of white children picking on black kids due to their race.

I’m a 37 year old white man.  In the summer of 1990, between third and fourth grade, my mother worked in downtown Louisville as a secretary at the Army Corps. of Engineers building.  Out of convenience, she put me in the downtown YMCA summer care program. I was the only white kid there for almost the entire summer (there was a two week period where there was a white brother and sister also attended). 

From day one, I was targeted constantly.  Beaten up, choked, locked in lockers, stolen from on an almost daily basis just for the fact that I was white.  Even the high school aged kids would do things like throw basketballs at my head.  One of the counselors in charge (a 25-30 year old black man) called me a “little white faggot”. 

Any black kids that tried to befriend me were shunned for it, so friends were few and far between. This place was a daily living hell.  This was the most racism that I have ever experienced or witnessed in my life and it was not in the direction that is perpetuated by our media and schools.