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Letter from a Lifetime of Black Experience.
Dear Colin,
I was born in the Los Angeles area (Torrance) in 1963. My parents were from small Midwestern farming communities so the first chance both got, they moved out to the “Big City” and they both loved everything about Los Angeles.
Then it was off to Nashua New Hampshire. We were in New Hampshire until the summer of 1974 when we moved back to Los Angeles, that’s when the nightmare began.
My first year in San Fernando wasn’t so bad, it was my last year in grade school and everything seemed normal, a lot more kids per class and I was introduced to diversity, blacks, Hispanics and Asians. 6th grade went by without incident.
The summer of 1975 is when we learned that my new middle school was going to be desegregated, inner city blacks and Hispanics were going to be bused in, not knowing any better, I thought nothing of this, I expected school to be the same safe nurturing space it had always been, God how I was wrong.
The nightmare began before I even walked in the front gates on my first day of middle school. A group of black teens (Some were as old as 18 and still going to middle school) attacked me, they pummeled me for my lunch and a dollar bill (This became a daily ritual until I made friends with some Hispanics who afforded me some protection), I was sent to the nurse, she patched me up and sent me onto class, no call to my parents, it was almost if they were expecting it.
After a few days, the school and local police figured out it was in the communities best interest to lock the front gates to the school each morning and leave them locked until school got out, the school had been surrounded by high chain link fence topped with razor wire that summer before school began so we virtually became prisoners each day.
Going to the bathroom alone was taking your life into your own hands, the first time I did it, I was beat unconscious by a group of blacks for no other reason than I dared to be there, I woke up in a hospital the next day, when they asked what happened, I was so terrified to tell them the truth, I said I must have slipped and hit my head.
While it was obvious that isn’t what happened, I honestly believe everyone wanted to believe me to avoid the painful truth, so, no harm, no foul, life went on.
For the remainder of the school year I did what I had to do to keep from being beaten, I did homework for a group of Hispanics in exchange for protection, it worked most of the time, but not ALL of the time. When the blacks couldn’t catch me alone in the halls, they would attack me during PE, I ended up with a couple of broken ribs one time and a broken finger, the teacher actually felt sorry for me so he did his best to protect me after that.
One time on the way home (We lived less than a mile from the school so I had to walk). A group of blacks caught me taking a short cut and beat me, one must of had steel toed boots or something because he stomped down on both of my feet so hard it damaged my big toes eventually leading to surgery.
All during this time I begged my parents not to send me back to school, I told them about the gangs, the violence, how I was terrified for my life, they told me I was overreacting and sent off to school each day, eventually, I had to adapt to survive and managed to stay with large groups, I found people who would drive me to and from school and would eat lunch with the Hispanics, the beatings were reduced to maybe once or twice a month and never severe as I would have friends jump in to protect me.
A few days before the end of 7th grade, I found out we were being transferred to Brussels Belgium, I basically fell to my knees and thanked God.
I spent the next four years in Belgium going to a private school, those were the happiest days of my life (No Muslims back then, not a single black in the school). I learned the language, the culture, I traveled extensively throughout Europe, I never wanted to leave, but, then the news came, we were going back to the states, this time, Bloomington Minnesota for my senior year in High school.
I have to admit, Bloomington wasn’t that bad in 1981, the school was great, I actually made a lot of friends in just that year alone (Again, No black kids in the school) But for College I decided to go to Arizona so in the summer of 1981, I moved to Yuma to go to a community college (My Grandparents lived in Yuma so I stayed with them) The college wasn’t so bad, mostly Hispanic, no problems, just hated the weather so I packed my stuff up the day after Christmas 1982 and drove to the DFW area where my parents had just moved.
After arriving in the DFW area, I got a job at a local convenience store owned by a retired cop, he actually gave us an old snub nose 357 to keep under the counter because the place had been robbed a few times. I only had one attempted robbery, it was a black guy who pulled a knife, I stuck the 357 in his face, he dropped the knife and ran, after that, word got out we were armed and I never had another problem.
Upon meeting my future wife in 1983, I was informed of all the different nuances of the area. She told me, under no circumstances to ever go to the chocolate town of Oak Cliff, not during the day, not at night, NEVER. I was also told to avoid the black parts of Duncanville, Dallas and the bad parts of Ft. Worth, I heeded her warnings and things worked out, until I started a job for an inventory service.
The job was to go in and take retail inventories for Grocery stores, drug stores and retail stores in the Metro area, these of course included the bad parts of town, sometimes at night. I remember the old Revco drug stores being the most dangerous. Our crews were sometimes attacked by groups of blacks, sometimes the stores were robbed WHILE we were actually doing the inventories and one memorable time when one of our people was shot in the neck as we left a store (He luckily survived)
Often times blacks would be outright racist and violent to us while we in the stores doing our job, pushing us, cursing at us, calling us names, we didn’t know these people, but I guess that didn’t matter, we were white, we were there so it was open season on us. I actually enjoyed that job, it was salaried and we got a lot of time off, but after a couple years of being attacked, cursed at, threatened and almost shot a few times, I’d had enough and quit to go work for an Airline.
I started out my airline career on the ramp (Baggage handler) I worked with whites, blacks, Hispanics and all were great people, I loved my job, I loved the people I worked with, I even loved my supervisors, the people were just great. Then in 1991 Delta bought Pan Am, and as part of that deal, one of Pan Am’s ramp supervisors came from Miami to DFW and took over as Supervisor of our area, that’s when things went south.
The Supervisor was black, he was bitter and he hated white people and he made it his mission to get every white guy fired, this guy made my life hell, the job I had so enjoyed, the job I thought might lead to a career all but vanished before my eyes, and while management pretty much knew what was going on, they did little to stop it.
I tolerated the abuse for two more years before it just became too much, all the ex pan am employees (Especially the blacks) were so bitter and racist it made life unbearable, so I left the job I loved, I actually cried the day I turned in my resignation, I wanted to stay but just couldn’t deal with the people around me anymore.
After Delta I went to a trucking company and through them I began working with the airlines again. The company’s HQ was in Duncanville (And not the good part of Duncanville) which made life a little challenging. I broke down once on the way to work just on the outskirts of Oak Cliff, being Pre cell phone/pager days, I had little choice but to walk to the nearest business, didn’t make it, got jumped by a couple of black guys and robbed, thank god they just took my wallet and split.
One of the requirements of our job was to go on a “Ride along” with one of the drivers, I pulled the short straw and got a driver whose route was, Houston, New Orleans, Mobile, Atlanta and back. The driver was a grizzled old veteran and knew how to stay out of trouble, but he did open my eyes to some of the ugliness of those areas.
He carried a couple of handguns and a shot gun due to his deliveries being in the bad parts of town. We never got out of the truck except at well lit truck stops and at the destinations AFTER the gates had been closed and locked. Even with us sleeping in the cab, people still tried to cut the locks off the trailers and rob us, he would just flash the gun and that would be that.
After my stint in trucking I returned to airline industry, this time in crew scheduling.
Again, I loved my job, I loved the people, I even loved my supervisors, I couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to work with. By now we had moved to Kansas City (But I was working in Ft. Worth for American so was commuting back and forth) We lived in a nice part of town on the Kansas side so rarely had to worry about blacks.
I worked for American from 2000 to 2007 so can tell you some stories, went through 9/11, hurricane Katrina (And others), the Northeast blackout, The crippling snow storms of 2005/2006 just to mention a few. My relationship with American was good, until I questioned why a black woman in our department who was doing the exact same job (I say doing, she mostly just sat there and made other people do her job) was being paid twice as much, was receiving double the vacation time, was getting her insurance at a significantly reduced rate and was receiving added holiday pay (10 days per year to my 6) I was told to mind my own business, I pressed the issue, I was told if I wanted to keep my job, mind my own business, I didn’t.
I made an anonymous call and the Labor board came in and investigated, turns out, the woman screamed discrimination and threatened to sue so American just figured it would be easier to give her what she wanted and dump her in a department where she couldn’t do any damage.
The airline was fined and told what they were doing was illegal, American smiled, gladly paid the fine, moved the woman out of our department for about a month until everything settled down and then slipped her right back in, same pay as before, same benefits as before, nothing changed.
I witnessed this time and again, where blacks would sit around and do nothing, management would write them up and then threaten to fire them at which point they would scream discrimination and get exactly what they wanted, preferential treatment (It didn’t always work, but hey, why not give it a shot)
I left America in 2007 because I was just tired of the commute and wanted to be around my family more.
In 2008 I went to work for an HVAC company in Kansas City who also did security and fire systems work. Again, great company and great people, but this time, it wasn’t what I experienced that disturbed me, it was what the technicians had to go through.
The company had contracts with the city and several government entities, which included section 8 housing. Whenever I had to send a tech to any Section 8 housing, they had to go with a partner and sometimes with a KCMO PD escort (We had a contract with KCMO PD so they were willing to help us out when needed)
Those calls were absolute nightmares, the techs told me the root cause of the problems were always the same, people vandalizing the units, DAILY, and then screaming racism because they didn’t have A/C,
The techs were harassed, even with cops present, and often times they heard gunshots so the cops would have to go investigate leaving them alone. Several techs were robbed, a few were attacked (Except one tech who was a bodybuilder, dude was huge, no one messed with him) Section 8 housing, KCMO schools and downtown government buildings were always a crapshoot as to whether the trucks would be vandalized or the techs harassed, but those guys were tough and knew how to avoid much of the danger.
In 2011 my wife took a job in Bentonville Arkansas. I have to say, I was elated to move to an area where the demographics were so heavily slanted toward whites. I can deal with Rednecks, Hillbillys and White Trash, sure they commit crime like anyone else, breaking into cars, a few homes broken into, drugs of course, kids being stupid and in the city I live in, 1 murder in 4 years, but at least they have some semblance of civility, they don’t want to destroy their own community.
It’s rare I run into a black person more than once every couple of weeks. Rogers Arkansas has a large community of Hispanics and I hear there are gangs, but the crime statistics don’t support that. The highest crime rate in the area, Fayetteville Arkansas where the University of Arkansas is located, and I’m sure you’re familiar with Fayetteville. People around here avoid it, we stay up in our little corner of Arkansas and pray things don’t change, but know they eventually will.
I am not a racist, but for nearly 40 years I have had a steady helping of what it’s like to be around blacks, and what it’s like to not be around them. I believe it was Einstein that said, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
I am not a racist and I am not insane, I know what will happen around large groups of blacks and after 40 years, I do not expect different results, so as a sane man, I do the same thing, I avoid the terrible things I have experienced, and if this makes me racist, then so be it, it is better than drinking the Democratic kool-aid and committing suicide.
This story is obviously not the worst you’ve ever heard, many people have experienced much, much worse, but I rarely hear anyone talk about their experiences over the past 10, 20 even 30 years, everyone wants to just pretend everything has always been rainbows and unicorns and black on white violence has NEVER existed, well I’m here to tell you it has, and it has for a very long time.
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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