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Letter from a Charleston Mall

Hi Colin,

Let me tell you a mall story. I have lived in Ft. Mill SC since 2005. Fom 1971 until then I  lived in Charlotte NC, mostly on the south side. In 1986 I quit renting and purchased my own place on the east side. It was only a mile or so from Eastland Mall.

Eastland was your typical mall ; Ivy’s, Sears, Dillard’s Belks with the mall in between. Skating rink, movies, restaurants, etc. It was a good place to go. But I didn’t like it over there too much and moved a couple of years later.

In the 90’s I started hearing about gangs and violence in the mall area. Eastland also has a Spencer’s, which specializes in gag gifts and racy things, ‘Old fart’ hats and the like.

I wanted to buy a gift of this sort for Christmas. The minute I walked in the atrium, I saw a black barbershop, all black barbers and clients. All the kiosks were of an African American venue. Even ‘Deck the Walls’ was all black art. 

As the years passed by things went downhill; robbery, violence, vandalism and the usual ghetto mentality until they closed the doors. Later they leveled the buildings and tried to sell the property. 

Today, even the name Eastland is cursed, and the lot is a big eyesore. What does the left leaning Charlotte Observer attribute it to? Socia-economic differences.

Letter from Buffalo

March 21, 2019 — Leave a comment

Letter from Buffalo

Hello Colin!

Let me just start by saying thank you so very much for all that you do.  Your a personal hero of mine . Your work has saved countless lives and has made the world a better place. I would love to help any way I can. I have your merch and display it proudly. 

I understand your working on a new book and would like material regarding people’s experiences with BMV.

Part 1. My introduction to black kids in school. In elementary I had an incident with a “lovely lady”. In the library she came up out of nowhere and slapped me in the face 3 times. I was in shock and didn’t know what to do. I’ve never experienced anything like it and I was taught not to hit a woman. Years later she ended up stabbing me in the ass with a needle while I was walking up the stairs.

Later in elementary a black boy started a fight with my friend. He grabbed my friend and threw him. His head hit a cement wall. My friend, being in a daze got up and combed his hair! lol. He was out of school with a concussion for a few days.

My other friend was slammed into the auditorium chairs unprovoked. A miracle he didn’t break his back.

Part 2. High school.  Long story abbreviated, tons of argy bargy. I was jumped, my cousin Kenny was jumped, I was robbed at knifepoint, I had and m-80 thrown at me that exploded at my feet and made me deaf for a day. I was threatened, intimidated etc.

One white kid was punched in the face every day on the bus. Police called to the school and followed the school bus home on a daily basis.

Part 3. In the hood. I was walking home and 4 fellas got out of the car and started chasing after me until a pitbull came out of nowhere and scared them off. I was riding my bike and 20 to 30 fellas came out of the wood work and started chasing me. They threw a board at me and hit me in the elbow.

Driving to work I was stopped at a red light and a fella jumped into my car and demanded $ . I had no cash so he got away with my ring.

Yes there is more like the time my brother had his tooth knocked out or when the teacher got choked out in the lunch room , or when the fellas threw chicken bones thru my open car window at me or when I’m driving to work and my car is getting pelted with bbs and the countless fights I got into to defend myself.

Also when the fellas tried robbing a car from next door to my buddies and we chased them away but not until after they hit my buddy with car then they came back with a gun the next day. My buddy punched the guys with the gun and they took off thank God. …just sayin I’ve had my fair share.

Thanks again and keep up the good work!  

Letter from a Father

Colin,

We moved to a large southern city three years ago and it’s so different than where we came from. 

We have large family of school age children and they are in private school because the public schools are a nightmare. 

My wife actually taught kindergarten at a local public school and is not going back after the summer which is unbelievable for her. 

She’s always loved teaching but nursing seems less threatening now. Her kids at school are almost all from black families and they were typically out of control which she was prepared for. 

Several of them are also abused by their parents/siblings/live in boyfriend/girlfriends regularly. The process for reporting abuse is ineffective at best. 

DHS often shows up several days after the report is filed and the bruises have faded. They don’t allow pictures to be admitted for some reason so the cycle continues. Sometimes her parents just keep the kids out of school until the bruises fade but their siblings tell the teachers.
She was sort of ready for that too. 

What she wasn’t ready for, and what shocked her was how inept the administrators are at dealing with these kids. No suspensions, no expulsions, no real discipline of any kind. 

It seems like they (the admins) have almost no interest in the children learning reading, writing, and math. They (the admin. team) focus on “narrative” or “diversity” while the kids can’t read. 

They have to spend one hour a day teaching this to the kids. All the teachers had to read and discuss a book called “Undocumented” and, as a group, talk about white privilege and how to prepare their kids for encountering it. 
They do this at a meeting once a month. 

Most of the teachers and all of the administrators are openly hostile to anything Christian, white, or republican. The president is derided and mocked in their staff meetings openly. 

What’s amazing is the teachers also complain that their kids don’t respect authority and seem to miss the connection between their own behavior towards authority and that of their children. 

Sorry for the rant but my wife feels like she has to keep her head down and her mouth shut. It’s damn frustrating. Neither of us realized how leftwing the educations system is here from the top down. 

My question actually has to do with the “mean black kids” my daughters are encountering at their school. Their school offers almost 100% scholarships to families in its neighborhood who can’t afford to send their kids to a private school. Great intentions!

All are black and many are super aggressive, especially towards the white kids (it seems). I’m worried a.) about my children’s safety and b). about their increasingly negative perception of black people. Our oldest is in 8th grade (14 years old) and our youngest is in Kindergarten. 

Sidenote: I went to live with my dad when I was younger and attended a rough city school. I knew nothing of racial tension and had never experienced it in the small town I had grown up in. About a year into my time with dad I was assaulted by a black gang at school in 7th grade and was beat pretty severely. I say “gang” but it actually was a fight between one black and me that turned into a group beatdown. 

I transferred back to my small country school the next year- I had never experienced that kind of racism. They kept laughing about beating the white  *ss. 

While I try to work through some of the issues that incident stored up in me I don’t have much patience for my children being targeted. 

Does any of that make sense? Is there a solution besides just avoiding black people? Many of them seem angry and aggressive here. 

Thanks for your time and allowing me to reach out.

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Letter from Joe Friday, San Francisco Version

Colin,

I just read the latest commentary by ‘Joe Friday’ on WGBAL. He recalls how a young black mother kept calling her toddler kid a ‘nigger’ but he just kept wandering off. It reminded me of a documentary from 1967 called ‘The Tenement’ (it’s on YouTube, about 90 minutes), about an apartment building occupied by blacks in Chicago.

It’s totally depressing but a true window into the mind of blacks then and now: they live however their circumstances are and make no attempt at improvement.

Anyway, near the end of the documentary some of the black kids are in kindergarten and a black teacher laments, ‘I have more and more children each year that do not know their names. They cannot respond when called by their first name simply because they’ve only heard a nickname. . . I have to start teaching in kindergarten what should have been taught four years ago‘.

Joe Friday probably encountered a lovely lady who too never calls her offspring by their given names.

It’s as true now as ever. I used to be a reserve police officer in San Francisco, and even though our black population is at 6% they are easily responsible for 70% of the Part 1 (violent) crime here in town, and 70% of the burglaries and robberies.

The females always flash rob Victoria’s Secret, Sunglass Hut, and similar stores that sell purses and such. The slight, 20-something Asian sales lady is no match for these thieves who will inflict a spontaneous beatdown. Same goes for the laptop/cell phone/tablet robberies where a car stops outside a Starbucks, out jumps a large black female who beats a White or Asian female holding said device and makes off with it.

I would have conversations with people who genuinely believed that I was exaggerating the black crime rate when I told them they could see for themselves. My advice? Buy a scanner that monitors police radio frequencies. They’re everywhere and even free online, monitoring police departments all over the country like on broadcastify.com or similar.

Listen, and you will hear dispatchers and cops talking about crimes that were reported by victims and witnesses. Of course all I got were angry glares and rolling eyes, but so what. 

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Letter from the Little People

Colin,

Big fan here of what you’re doing, love your book, love your videos. I was just curious if you’ve ever heard of the abuse that little people, specifically ones that have achondroplasia, are subjected to from the fellas and their lovely ladies.

I have a nephew with achondroplasia who has been the target of this type of ridicule from these groups of people, and let me tell you from experience when I’ve been with him, it’s absolutely disgusting. Pointing, jeering, laughing hysterically, right in his face with no remorse, and it seems the more or them that are around at the time the worse it is.

My family has had to leave public functions, amusement parks, and just a few years ago almost a dangerous confrontation at a little people’s convention in Nashville TN. I never hear anyone talk about it, just wanted to hear your thoughts or if you have any knowledge of these things occurring, because I’ve spoken with a lot of people in the little people community and it is something that is only talked about behind closed doors, obviously for fear of being targeted as a racist of course.

It just breaks my heart, and angers me to the depths of my soul that anyone could do something like this, yet they seem to have no problem with it. Thought it might open another avenue to explore, as if you didn’t have enough already. Again, I seriously appreciate what you’re doing, please keep doing what you’re doing, you have my whole family’s support. 

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The story of the last straw:

Colin,

I was working the Judge Task Force.  We were assigned to assist patrol assets with a saturation presence at the south jetty of mission beach. I’m sure you’ve been there many times. There is only one way in and one way out to the large parking lot there at the end of the boardwalk.

The gang member fellas and their lovely ladies (who were almost all active duty Navy as well) would take over the parking lot every weekend at about dusk.   *Spoiler alert* nearly every time, the gathering would end in a shooting. San Diego PD decided to flood the parking lot and to stop every car coming in for any vehicle code violation and to issue cites in an attempt to dissuade the gathering.

Back then, if you had a suspended license, we could tow your car and keep it for a 30 day punitive impound (awesome program). Anyway, I stopped a female driver for no front plate and I could see she had three unrestrained toddler-aged kids in the car. I pull her over and begin to suffer through the obligatory “you only stopped me because I’m black” routine that I am all too used to as I’m writing her ticket. I find out that her license is suspended so I’m going to tow the car.

I’ll never forget as she was unloading her personal belongings, her toddlers began to dangerously wander into parking lot traffic. She said something to the effect of, “D’quan.  Get yo ass over here an hole yo sista hand”. D’quan was about 3 years old and continued to wander off. The woman continued berating me and saw that D’quan kept wandering off. She then exclaimed, and I quote, “Ni&&$!  Getcho motherfu$&in’ ass over here and hold yo sista hand”.

I was blown away. She said that to a toddler!  I could only imagine what went on in the home. True story.

Joe Friday

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Letter from Joe Friday

 
Hi Colin.
 
 
The nature of the cop biz forces so many stories out of your head, I’ve truly forgotten more than I remember.   
 
As a back story, I grew up in a small town in Southern California near San Diego. Through high school, I had close to zero “fella exposure”.  My first taste came when I got hired by a local law enforcement agency.   My job was running around serving eviction notices to fellas. Trial by fire for sure.   
 
I was hired by a PD in 1993 while I was still  21.   To say I was naive is the understatement of the century.   Now that you have the back story, I’ll tell you a couple of my most memorable experiences.  
 
It was summer in the early 90’s.   I had just graduated the academy and was now in training on graveyards.   My very first call as a rookie 22 year old patrolman:
 
“… (robbery) in progress at the 7-Eleven.  (It was the one on J street).  Suspects are four BMAs (black male adults) with shotguns.   I hauled ass to the call like a rookie does.   When I got there, I met with the clerk, a 65-70 year old man.   He was bleeding profusely from the top of his head. He told us he had been robbed by four fellas who then konked him over the head.  
 
I will never forget the video tape.  Crystal clear.   Four parolee sized fellas in matching purple sweat suits (not kidding).  They all had full-size hunting shotguns.   Now, remember, I have zero real life experience. I watched as the clerk emptied the till of about $150 (that’s about all they ever get). I’ll never forget the old man with his hands in the air with four shotguns pointed at him.   
 
He complies and gives them the money.  After taking the money, one of the fellas reaches over and hits him over the head with the barrel of the gun. I remember saying to myself, “why did they hit him after they got the money?”   I’ll never forget that one.  Little did I know that hitting the clerk after getting the money was an exclusively fella-behavior. I remember later that year, the same crew hit the La Quinta hotel.   Pregnant lady gave up the money.   Konked over the head.  Standard.
 
Another one that changed me forever:   I’m probably 24 or so.  An elderly WWII gentleman called 911. A “hot prowl” burglary (burglary when the people are home) had just occurred.   I go to the call and met with this frail elderly man while the paramedics tended to his wife.  I’ll never forget what he said to me.  
 
 He said, “well, I woke up and came into the kitchen to get milk and cookies like I do when I can’t sleep.   I saw candle wax all over the floor so I knew something was wrong. (The fella lit a candle in the house to see where he was going).  I went to check on my wife (they slept in different rooms as many elderly couples do).   
 
He interrupted the fella raping his elderly wife.  As a 24 year old “boy” I remember having to ask this sobbing, elderly woman in the presence of her veteran husband, “ma’am, do you know if the suspect ejaculated?”  
 
I was never so blown away by complete savagery.   Completely defenseless people.   Savagely attacked.   I simply cannot and will never understand how someone can even think of that crime, let alone carry it out.  True story.   Has stayed with me for over 20 years.  
 
Ok, one more quick one.   I remember I was on patrol on daywatch.   I stopped a fella in a car in the ‘hood.   I was leaning into the car watching his hands and getting his information.  After about 45-60 seconds, I swear to god I looked up and no fewer than 20-25 fellas, all 20-30 years old, had gathered in the lawn in front of the apartment complex to watch what I was doing.  
 
I remember looking at them and going, “holy sh*t.   They must all have the same day off!”   That’s been a family joke for many years.   It was a true trial by fire.   
 
I’ll send more soon.
 
Joe Friday

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Letter from a White School Girl in Alabama

 

Hey there Colin.

 

Attending a majority black school was a surreal experience.

 

Not even my white teachers came to my defense when I was bullied and harassed by jealous, nasty, vicious black girls. Kindergarten through 3rd grade wasn’t too terrible since teenage hormones hadn’t kicked in yet.

 

The thing about black kids is that they are not that much different than white kids until puberty hits. Something about puberty transforms them into unrecognizable animals. One year they’re adorable doe-eyed dolls, then a couple years later their hormones transform them into wild-eyed zoo animals rioting in the halls on dill pickle day (yes, we actually had a dill pickle vendor at our school) and getting pregnant in the bathrooms.

 

Once we reached 4th grade the school had to start separating the black and white kids into different classrooms (ironic for an integrated school) in order to protect the white kids from the out of control and violent black students. By this time I had only black teachers and had to learn by reading my textbooks in class since they didn’t bother with teaching.

 

4th grade may seem early for puberty, but one of the hush-hush facts of African biology is that they hit puberty much earlier than Caucasians and Asians. They also have a shorter gestation period in the womb. 39 weeks compared to 40 weeks for Caucasians and Asians.

 

The black classrooms were on the opposite side of the hall from the majority white classes. There were some well-behaved black students in our classes too, but they were less than a third of the entire classroom and all of them were females. There was a constant roaring sound coming from the opposite side of the hall which made it difficult for us to concentrate in class.

 

The closest comparison I can think of is an intense football game, but it was much eerier than that. Undifferentiated yells, shrieks, howls and whooping mixed in with the clanking of wood and metal from thrown chairs, overturned desks, pure anarchy. The roar would tend to escalate towards the end of the day and grow so loud that even my black teachers had fearful facial expressions.

 

It seemed at any moment containment would be breached and the black classrooms would explode out into the hallways, and sometimes they did. It was an incredibly stressful and cortisol-inducing environment for black students, white students, and teachers alike.

 

On a parting note, I’ve always thought an anthology of non-fiction short stories detailing the experiences of white, Asian, Hispanic, etc. students in black schools is a much needed narrative lacking in our culture. Our voices deserve representation. In addition to being fascinating and informative, it would also be cathartic for those of us who had to live through it. Maybe that’s a project you’d be willing to spearhead this invaluable historical document.

 

Thanks again, Colin. The world needs you.

 

 

Letter from the Road

February 17, 2019 — Leave a comment
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Letter from the Road

Hi Colin,

I’ve been travelling a lot lately and I recently met two people I want to tell you about.

I met a 3rd grade teacher in the suburbs of St. Louis. She said her district is bussing a few black kids into the ‘burbs. She has 2 black students that are constantly fighting the white kids over trivial matters- “I was using that pencil!” BAM. “You stepped on my sneaker!” BAM.

I asked her why kids this young are so violent. She assumed they came from a violent place where it’s ok to beat up someone that defies you or “disses,” you. Even if they accidentally step on your shoe. She said the violence is constant and always starts with these two kids. There was no violence before they showed up.

Last week I met an NYC retired police Capt. in AZ. He told me the black on Asian crime in NYC accounts for a large majority of NYC’s hate crimes. More than any other hate crimes. He said the fellas see Asians as;
1) gold diggas owning stores that are created to rob poor black folks, and
2) easy targets. An elderly Asian woman won’t fight for her purse. A young Asian man on a date doesn’t want his ass kicked in front of his girl so he surrenders his wallet.

The fellas have learned that Asians don’t want to fight. They hate them and prey on them. Asians have learned not to make the black kids angry.
I thank you for your courage and your research, Colin. I don’t want to give you get a big head but you’re a hero to me and my homies.

Be well sir. I hope to have a cigar and a conversation with you one day.

xx

About the Author

Colin Flaherty is an award winning reporter and author of the #1 best selling book White Girl Bleed a Lot: The Return of Racial Violence to America and How the Media Ignore it.

His new book is Knockout Game a Lie? Aww, Hell No.

Both books are about black mob violence, black on white crime and the Knockout Game.

His work has appeared in more than 1000 news sites around the world, including the New York Times, Washington Post, Los Angeles Times, Time Magazine. His story about how a black man was unjustly convicted of trying to kill his white girlfriend resulted in his release from state prison and was featured on Court TV, NPR, The Los Angeles Times and San Diego Union-Tribune.

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Letter from a White Survivor

Dear Colin,

My direct ancestor was one of two men who lead a group of English settlers from Massachusetts to Long Island, N.Y. in 1643. His son was the first white child born on Long Island. That child’s name was Caleb. So to say my roots in this country run deep is to put it mildly.

My family as I am told was abolitionist from day one. Aided slaves escaping north from southern chains. My great-great-great grandfather John was in Sherman’s army and it’s march through the south during the civil war. My family never owned slaves, were against slavery and fought for the freedom of blacks enslaved here.

Whatever colonial honor that my family had was gone by the time I was born in 1973. My father was a one of 7 children and was an Army engineer during Viet Nam. Mom was of Swedish/Italian heritage. Both parents were messed up in their own way. Neither ever loved one another and both had addictions. Dad drank himself stupid daily and Mom was a pill popper and a pathological shopper. They were married and divorced twice by the time I was 6 years old.

My first experience with racism was when I was just about 7 years old. I moved with my Mother to the north side of town. The mostly black side of town. But at that age I didn’t have a clue about race or racial issues. I was a kid. I used to go to a supermarket across the street from my building because they had animals like goats and cows you could feed and pet. I became fast friends with a group of black kids who lived in the next building over. We hung out all summer. We used to watch kung fu theatre on Sunday afternoons. You know, those old Shaw Bros. kung fu movies. We used to pretend we were those guys and pretend to kung fu each other. We were great friends.

So one day we were in the parking lot between their building and the market. An older black guy came walking up. He was the older brother or the uncle of one of the boys. He saw us playing and called the group over. When I came walking over he told me sharply to stay where I was. I don’t know what he said to them but the next thing that happened was my group of friends walked over to me and proceeded to beat the living hell out of me. Sticks, nunchucks, fists, feet, etc. They guy was laughing and yelling for them to hit me harder. I saw two Hispanic women walking through the parking lot. I begged them to help me. They just looked for a moment and kept walking. I finally fought my way free and got home. Never to spend time with those boys again. I was beaten bloody. Scratched all over my face, black eye, fat lip, cut lip, sore ribs and twisted ankle. I learned that day I was white and they were black.

Several years later I was sent to a school upstate in Hawthorne, N.Y. for kids with behavior issues. We lived in these building/houses they called cottages. This was in 1984. Almost from minute one I found myself having to fight. There were a large number of black kids, medium number of Hispanic kids and a small number of white kids. I was always being called a cracker, a honky, white piece of shit, etc. I was robbed of everything I owned at least 10 times in the first few months. Then one night it got really bad. As we left the mess hall a guy at the door handed out snickers bars. One each. As I walked I suddenly found myself alone. Next thing I know I’m jumped on by 5 or 6 kids from my cottage. They got the snickers bar. Well I was mad so I yelled out “f*****g n*****s”.

I didn’t know the full meaning of what I said. I just knew enough to know it was to them what honky was to me. When I got back to the cottage it was chaos. They had told the head man what I said. He was Jamaican and mean as hell. I only did what I did out of anger and only did to them what they did to me every day. But that didn’t matter. From that day on I had to fight. To school, from school. To chow, from chow. All the time. It took a year, a full year for me to finally fight off enough guys to be able to be left in relative peace. But I was always reminded from time to time that I was an evil racist who hates blacks.

During my second and last year there I was targeted by an older black boy named Troy. He used to beat me up when I first got there. So one night I wake up to feel my genitals being jiggled. I look down and it’s Troy. He had a razor to the base of my penis. He said “Get your lil white d**k hard or I’m gonna cut it off”. Then he proceeded to suck. When he realized I wasn’t getting hard he flipped me over onto my stomach and proceeded to lick my butt. All the while calling me the most foul white names. I really thought he was gonna kill me or at least cut me really bad. When he left I must have showered for an hour straight. He smoked cigarettes and I couldn’t get that smell off of me no matter how hard I scrubbed.

I managed after that to block my window so he couldn’t get in. I heard him try many times. Two times during the day when weekend staff was there he snuck in and used to threaten me into watching him jerk himself off. He used to say while he was doing it that he loved getting off by raping white boys. I knew it was only gonna be a matter of time before he tried doing the worst case scenario but luckily I went home before that happened.

In the summer of 1986 I moved back to my old town with my dad. He was drunk all the time and I was left on my own mostly. The town was starting to really get bad. I lived in a poor white area but still had to go to school with a lot of black kids. I probably fought every day for the last year of junior high and the first two years of high school. And it was always the same situation. A group of black kids thinking either “I” was the one who hated them, or that I was weak and couldn’t defend myself or that they simply wanted what I had. They always jumped you. They never fought one on one. By my senior year 3/4 of the kids in town were afraid of me because I had become so used to fighting 3-4 guys at once and winning. I didn’t see it as winning. I saw it as surviving.

All through my childhood I had to listen to blacks talk bad about whites, say they hated whites, or what they were gonna do to whites. I never in all my years ran into a white person say the same about blacks. All the racism I experienced or witnessed was black on white. For a long time, I had serious issues with being white. I hated my ancestry. Hated myself. I used to troll the internet when I got my first pc to find anything to make me proud or at least comfortable with who and what I am. Even white power sites. Which I will say are outright jokes. I’ve always been a history buff and some of the stuff on the white power sites is outright bullshit. I just couldn’t buy into their ideology. But as I got a little older I found myself becoming more and more proud of who and what I am. It took a long time and a lot of therapy for me to get there. I have PTSD and anxiety due to black racism and violence.

I’ll end with a story. So last night I had to go to a pizza party for the kid of my girlfriend’s co-worker. It was at sky zone. She asked me to bring my daughter and nephew. 3/4 of the place was black. I won’t lie, my antennas were up because of that fact alone. Within the first 5 mins a black kid larger than my nephew was on the dodgeball court. My nephew tagged him with the ball so he was out. Before he left the court he took a ball from another kid and threw it so hard at my nephew it took him off his feet. You could hear the hit over the music which was very loud. Knocked my 12 year old nephew out cold. Right in front of me a group of black kids around 10 were laughing and high-fiving over it. They loved it. I almost lost it. When the kid who hit my nephew saw me coming he took off running and the black kids stopped laughing.

That was one of about 15 incidents that happened that night regarding either my nephew or my 9 year old daughter. I’m a pretty big guy. I’m 6’1″ 275 lbs. covered in tattoos and I carry myself as a man who has no problem fighting, especially violent blacks. To me, most ignorant blacks who act that way are bullies. Nothing more. Every time I came walking up they got out of my way immediately. Every time i made eye contact they looked away first. I refuse to be bullied by blacks. They made my life hell and scarred me forever. And when I see all the anti-white hate out there or all the talk of giving more to blacks I get enraged. I feel like we owe them nothing and it’s they who owe us. We gave them a freedom we didn’t have to and they thanked us by acting like animals.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Hope it may help some of the people you reach out to.

xx

About the Author

Colin Flaherty is an award winning reporter and author of the #1 best selling book White Girl Bleed a Lot: The Return of Racial Violence to America and How the Media Ignore it.

His new book is Knockout Game a Lie? Aww, Hell No.

Both books are about black mob violence, black on white crime and the Knockout Game.

His work has appeared in more than 1000 news sites around the world, including the New York Times, Washington Post, Los Angeles Times, Time Magazine. His story about how a black man was unjustly convicted of trying to kill his white girlfriend resulted in his release from state prison and was featured on Court TV, NPR, The Los Angeles Times and San Diego Union-Tribune.

Thomas Sowell: ”Reading Colin Flaherty’s book made painfully clear to me that the magnitude of this problem is greater than I had discovered from my own research. He documents both the race riots and the media and political evasions in dozens of cities.” – National Review.

Sean Hannity: White Girl Bleed a Lot “has gone viral.”

Allen West: “At least author Colin Flaherty is tackling this issue (of racial violence and black on white crime) in his new book, White Girl Bleed a Lot: The Return of Racial Violence to America and How the Media Ignore it.

Los Angeles Times: “a favorite of conservative voices.”

Daily Caller: “As the brutal “knockout” game sweeps across the U.S., one author isn’t surprised by the attacks or the media reaction. Colin Flaherty, author of the book “White Girl Bleed A Lot: The Return of Racial Violence to America and How The Media Ignore It,” began chronicling the new wave of violence nearly a year ago — revealing disturbing racial motivations behind the attacks and a pattern of media denial.”

Alex Jones: “Brilliant. Could not put it down.”

Neal Boortz: “Colin Flaherty has become Public Enemy No.1 to the leftist media because of his research on black culture of violence.”

From the Bill Cunningham show. It is official: “Colin Flaherty is a great American.A wonderful book.”

Breitbart.com: “Prescient. Ahead of the News. Garnering attention and sparking important discussions.”

David Horowitz: “A determined reporter, Colin Flaherty, broke ranks to document these rampages in a book titled, White Girl Bleed A Lot”

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