Letter from a school bus.
I hope you’ll share this letter. I’ve debated for awhile about whether or not I should write it: I grew up in a small southern town next to a large military installation. My father was in the armed forces for 20 years. As you can imagine, he did quite a bit of traveling during those 20 years. Because I lived next to a military base in a southern state, I had a lot of exposure to black people.
I didn’t grow up hating them at all. I watched lots of television shows which starred black actors (The Jeffersons, Good Times, Sanford and Son, Different Strokes – to name a few). I’ve always listened to a broad range of music… everything from rock to R&B. The population of my hometown was about half black. I went to a public school and was taught by both white and black teachers.
Even though I wasn’t raised to hate or look down on black people, I knew from a very early age that many blacks harbored a great deal of hatred for whites. I honestly believe that they are more racist than most whites, even though the current narrative says that whites cannot be victims of racism (that is a huge lie and it needs to be eradicated).
I started riding the school bus when I was in the 3rd grade. My street was one of the last stops before we reached the school. When I first started riding the bus we had a very kind, older white bus driver and the majority of kids were white (there were a few black children). There were very few problems on the bus and bus driver was loved by most of the children – especially the little ones.
In those days. he could pass out things like suckers to the kids. All of this changed a couple of years later (this was long after segregation ended, by the way). We got a younger, black male bus driver and our routes must have changed because we suddenly got a lot of black kids on our bus – not that I minded. The problem was that they wouldn’t let the white children sit down. I experienced this firsthand.
Like I said before, my stop was one of the last, and by the time we were picked up, all of the seats were taken. We’d have to ask to sit down if there was room, and none of the black kids would let us. And we were all little. We couldn’t stand up to these older kids. So we would get tossed around as the bus was moving and whenever it stopped. It was a potentially dangerous situation and we could have been injured or killed.
Sadly, no one seemed to care on that bus. We would hold onto whatever we could, and all the while these same black kids who wouldn’t let us sit down would yell at us to get our butts out of their faces. The bus driver never did a thing to help us. He would scream at us to sit down but he wouldn’t insist that anyone move over to give us space.
There were times when someone would let me sit down, but I do recall having to stand many times. One of my friends told her mother and she reported the bus driver but nothing was done about him and he actually mentioned to us that he knew about the report. He was definitely trying to intimidate us. And there were some fights on the bus.
I always wondered where the older white teenage males were and why they weren’t there to defend us. I guess they all had cars by then or found another way to school. Or maybe the real reason was that they didn’t want to get into fights every day. I guess our age protected us younger ones to an extent, but what really made me want to stop riding the bus was the day I saw a teenage black make physically push a younger white boy who as about half his age. The boy’s older sister who was in high school tried to defend her little brother, and this led to an altercation with other people getting involved. Thankfully no one was injured (I was in the 8th grade when this happened).
So by the time I reached high school, I could no longer take it. I begged my mother to drive me to school. Both my parents worked, but she was the only one who could take me because of her schedule. She worked both day and night shifts (switching every couple of weeks or so), and sometimes she sacrificed her sleep by doing so. And my father usually picked me up. This continued until I finally got my own car at age 17.
Thank God my parents were willing to help me that way. I feel sorry for the kids in similar situations. it is hell. Now I can understand why some parents insist on driving their kids to school. This is an experience that I have never forgotten and will always remember. It doesn’t make me hate black people. There were many blacks that I knew who were good people – they just weren’t on my bus and if they were on it, they were too afraid to say anything.
People might say that our black tormentors wouldn’t have done this to us white kids had they known us, but it is a shame that you have to be known by a certain group of people in order for them to treat you like a human being. I was also told that this was “payback” for slavery and Jim Crow. All I can say is that two wrongs don’t make a right. I’d love for self-hating white apologists to experience what I did. They need to experience it on a regular basis.
Celebrities are so out of touch with what happens in the real world. Lower middle class, working class, and poor whites get no sympathy from anyone. Celebrities mock them all the time. It’s always open season on them. In retrospect, I got off pretty light. Thankfully I wasn’t physically hurt in any way. There are some some people who aren’t so lucky.
Thank you Colin Flaherty for bringing black on white crime to light. Please keep up the good work.
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.
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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.”
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