Letter from Brooklyn.

July 6, 2015 — Leave a comment

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Letter from Brooklyn.



Hi Colin,


You said on Facebook that i should write my experience with black people down, so here goes.


I grew up in Williamsburg Brooklyn back in the 50’s. Back then it was mostly white working class people my troubles started when i was around 11 years old, I went to P.S. 122 and it was pretty mixed we had some blacks and some Puerto Ricans.


I played a lot of sports and one day we were waiting for a volleyball team from another school to show up for a after school match.


My teacher ask me and another girl to go make sure the door to the school was open and to look out side and see if they had arrived. We stepped out and walked close to the curb to look around the corner ,5 black girls who were 17 and 18 years old came running down the street and stopped right by us.


I was too young to even think there was gonna be trouble. They jumped us and started to beat the crap out of us we were no match against them. All they did was yell make the little white bitches cry as they punched us.


One of them pulled a razor blade out she was gonna slash our faces as she said so that we would always remember who did this to us. We were lucky because a car stopped and some guy got out and ran at them.


Those girls ran off, he sheltered us and took us back into the school. The teachers called the cops. The girls were found about two blocks away although we said it was the ones who beat us, the cops said they couldn’t do anything cause they said they were never near the school. I was traumatized I had black eyes and loose teeth, black and blues all over my head and arms, cuts on my lips that were deep.


Lesson learned at that time was if you see a group black girls run as fast as you can.


My next encounter came when I just entered high school, Eastern District high was my school on Marcy Ave. Both my brothers had gone to that school when it was considered an excellent school. But there was a big difference in age between my brothers and I. I was the baby in the family, there was a 10 and 15 year difference between us. So by the time I got to high school everything changed.


There was probably 50 whites left in the school 1961 and things were going down hill fast in our neighborhood. The first two years of high school  were scary, cause us white kids sat at two tables for lunch and the black guys and girls always came around us looking for trouble. They would stand near out table and spit at our lunches or us, call us white assholes and always threaten us. We couldn’t complain cause the teachers were afraid of them.


Some of the black guys were 20 year old and weighed around 250 lbs and 6 ft 3 or 6ft 4 , so we tried to stay out of their way. Until one day a Girl I barely knew named Carol.


Left the lunch room to go down to the bathroom on the second floor. She was attacked by 4 black guys who first beat her, raped her and then took a glass bottle of coke ( back then we still had the small bottles) broke the top off and shoved it into her vagina nearly killing her. They left her behind the staircase all bloodied, till she was found by a teacher and rushed to the hospital. She never returned to school.


My father took me out of school after talking to the dean at the school and being told there was no way of protecting every child in school.. I was 16 and out of school. So I went for my GED,


When I was 18 a friend of mine was getting married. It was a Friday and he went to pick up his tux for the wedding on Saturday he was on Broadway and Union when two black guys stabbed him to death for his sneakers. They were arrested and at trial they looked over at the boys father and said fuck you and your dead son and smiled.


I remember a cop who walked the beat who was killed by black thugs for no reason at all, the cop was doing his job. My next door neighbor heard a noise outside of his house, he went out to check and saw the hood of his car up. This was street parking he went over to the car and a black guy was doing something under the hood.


My friend asked him if he was having trouble with the car, the black guy said yes but nothing he couldn’t handle the guy told him you can go back in your house, my friend walked up to his door and told his wife to call the police cause someone was gonna end up dead..


My friend walked back to the car and asked again if he was sure he didn’t want help, he said Yeah I’m good , my friend slammed the hood on the guys head he fell to the ground and my friend put his foot on his chest til the cops came.


By this time I had enough of the black persons bullshit.


It was Christmas and I took my mom shopping. We were in a store and it was crowded. We were at the counter, my mom had her pocketbook strap over her shoulder when I saw two black girls real close to my mom. I became worried. I moved around the other side and saw a black hand in my moms pocketbook that was it, I grabbed the hand and bent the fingers back so hard the girl screamed. I pulled her hand out and looked her right in the eyes and asked if she wanted to keep her hand. I really lost it, I yelled at her “you f****ng n****rs never know enough to leave people alone, I’m tired of your sh*t” so I bent her fingers as far back as I could as her friend ran away. I held on as tight as I could as she asked for mercy, Please she said . I bent a little harder till the cops came and arrested her.


When I got married I knew there was no way to have children and let them go to schools filled with blacks, to me they are not human. I moved to Staten Island where I and my family lived for 38 years with no problems cause it was at that time 95% white.


I know that white people commit crimes too but i have never ever had a problem with a white person doing something to me or my family. Call me racist? I don’t know about that I did have some black people that I worked with and never had a problem with, I don’t go looking for problems.


I now live in Florida and my husband has passed away, so i keep a gun for my protection and God help me I will use it if anyone gets near me again.


Thanks for letting me Rant. Have a great 4th of July



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Colin Flaherty is the author of #1 Amazon Best Selling Book: White Girl Bleed a Lot: The return of racial violence and how the media ignore it. He is an award winning journalist whose work has been published in over 1000 news sites around the world, including the New York Times, Washington Post, Los Angeles Times, and others. He is a frequent guest in local and national media talking about racial violence. Thomas Sowell said ”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.
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