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Letter from Hershey Park

May 26, 2019 — Leave a comment

Letter from Hershey Park

Here you go Colin,

My first encounter with black people that I will never forget.

I grew up in the Anthracite Coal Region of Pennsylvania. In the 1960’s and 1970’s, where we lived, there were zero people of color. Whether in school or around town I had no interaction with people of color and really had no opinion of them.

Back then, we always had at least one school field trip every year. In fifth grade, around 1970, our field trip was going to be to Hershey Park which I was excited about. My family didn’t have much money and didn’t get around too much so I had never been there. I remember my mom saving up to give me about $20 for the trip to cover food and ride tickets which I really appreciated because it was a lot of money at the time.

I remember that it was a late afternoon/evening trip. When we got off the bus my classmates who were fortunate enough to have been there before knew the routine and scrambled ahead to get their tickets and head off to the rides because we didn’t have a lot of time.  I got separated from my friends and was by myself when I bought my tickets.

As I left the ticket stand I was counting the tickets in my hand and next thing I know I’m getting punched in the side and back of the head, my glasses got knocked off and as I turn to see who’s attacking me there’s a black person ripping all of the tickets and my money out of my hand while someone else is knocking me to the ground.  It happened so fast and by multiple assailants – I was overwhelmed.  While I was stunned I still had the presence of mind to try and get a look at who did this to me while they ran away.

There were 8 of them, all black and all at least high school age or more. All of them were way bigger than me since I was only 10 years old at the time.  I was basically mugged by 8 big black guys – extreme black on white violence.

Fortunately some teachers who were chaperones witnessed this and got me up. I was bleeding and banged up a little and they cleaned me up. When I told them they stole all of my tickets and money and I didn’t know what I was going to do now, they said they were prepared for that and had some money from the PTA to give me for more tickets and some food. I remember them telling me that this happened a lot and even though they reported it they were probably not going to catch them. 

I wished they would have given us a warning about that ahead of time, maybe they did, but it probably didn’t register because most of us had no idea what it was like being white in a predominantly black area.

I heard these incidents were occurring so often that it caused Hershey Park to switch to a general admission scheme rather than a individual ride ticket scheme. Boy, did I learn some lessons that day.  Don’t trust groups of black people, don’t travel alone, keep your valuables out of sight, watch your back, don’t put all of your eggs in one basket, hide your money in multiple locations when you’re walking around, etc.

I really appreciate what you are doing, it takes a lot of guts to report the truth like you do in today’s political and social climate.  I have a few personal stories about Baltimore and some other areas I’ll have to right up for you. I know you’re right on this, it’s been happening for a long time and it’s still happening in more areas now, even in NE PA.

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Letter from Nashville

May 25, 2019 — Leave a comment

Letter from Nashville

Dear Colin,


Hey, I love your work and I’m sorry to report I can’t keep up with everything you are doing and am often several weeks behind on the podcast. All that to say, it was just this week that I played the podcast about white people not welcome in Savannah… 

My good Sir, I had no idea you were battling an illness of the magnitude you have been.  It seems you were doing the podcast —- while having chemotherapy!!!  My good Sir, words simply fail. You are so loved and appreciated by me and deeply respected. 

The other day, I was playing a podcast on my phone around a friend in the know, and he heard your voice (not knowing what I was listening to) and said, “Hey!  That’s Colin Flaherty!” 

Also, the other day, I made one of the Black kids, a young Lovely Lady, angry in the local library when I asked her to lower her voice and stop using profanities in the computer area — WOW!!!  It was like lighting a keg of dynamite! She went from zero to 160 in 3.2 seconds. Luckily, she didn’t physically attack me. After calling me a white b#tch, she went on a rant accusing me and everyone else in the room of being responsible for, QUOTE:  “N#ggers hanging from trees”. 

Rather than lay out the numbers and reality of lynchings  (which you already know), I calmly told her that I had never hung anyone from a tree. You had me prepped, Colin !!!  I had heard all this so many times before, in so many shapes and forms, that I wasn’t even surprised — It was exactly what I expected out of her.

It ended with her being escorted out by security, and an older fellow who had been observing came up to me and offered his support. I spread the word wherever I can, especially in comments, about the DENIAL, DECEIT AND DELUSION.

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Letter from San Bernardino

May 19, 2019 — Leave a comment

Letter from San Bernardino

Hello Mr. Flaherty. Just wanted to get the word out that black violence now being reported on a daily basis by individuals on their electronic devices is not a new phenomenon. The only thing we relied upon in the 60s was word of mouth and our feet to run as fast as we could.

In 1968 at age 13, I entered  Highland  Junior high  in the San Bernardino California school district, a predominantly white area where the schools had been built in the 20s. In 1968, the school district started integrating and blacks from the ghetto westside were bussed to all the schools in my area (lucky me) living in total ignorance I didn’t know what a n*gg*r (first time ever to hear that word) was or what to expect.

Weeks later I would be saying it all the time. My mother gave me a quarter to buy milk which was stolen the first day and every day later or the threat of violence (my friend told me to hide the money in my sock but the blacks wised up to that).

Every gym class the blacks would line up in the shower (the shower was a long hallway with a drying room) to urinate on the white kids, I never told anybody. The place was literally a war zone and I never told my parents, just lived through it.

In 1971 I attended San Gorgonio High School and lived through a full blown race battle on campus where the busses full of blacks were stoned in the morning and racial tensions broke out at lunch with hundreds of fights, police lockdown, injuries, blacks today have escalated that activity 3 fold , just never heard about it then, sorry to b*tch systems normal.
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Letter from Boston

April 29, 2019 — Leave a comment

Letter from Boston

Colin,

I’ll take you back to the late 80s, early 90s in Boston. 1988 I was 12 years old, at this point I was already becoming accustomed to a weekly rat packing at the hands of 3-5 black teenage males…but on this day I was in for the worst beating to date.

I was cutting through Wainwright park to get to the redline station ‘shawmut’. On my way to the station, it was a beautiful day in the start of summer in Boston, so everyone was out…all stoops full. It started the way it always started. One would approach me, close to my age and the rest would swarm in to surround me. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by 10-12 late teenage black males. That  number quickly doubled as the stoops cleared out to start the oncoming beating.

I heard the typical insults and questions…”whatchu doing around here whiteboy”. But on this day, the triple decker porches were also all full, from the porches came female voices screaming “f*ck the devil up” “f*ck that white boy” etc. I’ll never forget the first punch that set this beating off.

I’d say he was early 20s. I saw him take his shirt off and speed walk in my direction. I knew it was coming and there was no way to get out of this. He stepped up on to the curb an gave me an overhand right, that immediately after, I was being punched and kicked from every direction. After maybe 20-30 seconds of that, someone knocked me off my feet.

This is were it turned ugly… I was having my head punted off a brick wall, maybe 5,6 of those punts. I have absolutely no idea what adrenaline entered my body, but I was shockingly able to stand up run and swing. I ran maybe 20 yards before I was kicked in the ribs and knocked back off my feet right at the entrance to the train. Somehow I managed to get in the train station jump the turnstile and end up on a bench at the platform.

Long story short, I ended up with a handful of broken ribs, the bones in my face had splintered behind my nose and into my ear canal, to this day my right ear and right nostril don’t function. The bones in my nasal and ear canal restrict full breathing and hearing.

I kept it brief for you. But again, this was only one of maybe 100 or so times I dealt with this in my early years in Boston.


Thanks for the outlet. I appreciate you

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Letter from a Charleston Mall

April 16, 2019 — Leave a comment

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.

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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!  

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Letter from a father

March 17, 2019 — Leave a comment

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

March 13, 2019 — Leave a comment

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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

March 12, 2019 — Leave a comment

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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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Letter from a Cop: The Last Straw

March 10, 2019 — Leave a comment

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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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