I get a lot of letters from people who are victims of black mob violence.
Most victims somehow come to believe it is normal.
Here’s one more letter.
Colin,
I just wanted to thank you for highlighting this issue. I have personally been a victim of black on white violence and know others as well.
Fortunately my experience wasn’t as severe as some of the ones in your book. When in a Chicago high school in the 90’s myself and others I knew experienced black on white violence and on one occasion a friend of mine was assaulted and when he complained to a school counselor he was right away asked if he used a racial slur.
There was no reason to even ask this but it shows the mentality of many people in our school system when it comes to questions of racial violence. Thanks again for covering this.
From Colin Flaherty
could you send me some details … about what your school was like, and how many of your friends were victims of racial violence. very important, if you can take the time. colin
My reply to your request:
My high school was Hubbard High School on the south side of Chicago which I attended in the first half of the 90’s. Here a link to school’s website if that helps: http://hubbardhighschool.org/
I would say Hubbard at the time was pretty mixed racially. There were a fair amount of Whites and Hispanics who lived in the nearby neighborhood and many Blacks who I saw arrive by bus. I lived probably about a mile from the school.
There were Hispanic and Black gangs in my school but no real White gangs I was aware of though there was the occasional White gang member who was typically in a primarily Hispanic gang. My group of friends consisted primarily of Whites but also some Hispanics and was generally made up of the Heavy Metal / Rocker types. Admittedly, we weren’t saints but we didn’t do the kinds of things we saw and experienced from the Black students.
Here’s some incidents which stand out in my mind:
-As noted in my post, a friend of mine was attacked by a group of Black students and was hit in the head with a padlock. He went to the school office and told one of the counselors whose first reaction was “what’d you do, call them N——?” The answer was no he didn’t but the mentality appears to have been “they wouldn’t attack you for no reason.” I think their reason was it’s amusing to pick on Whites.
-Another incident occurred in our school auditorium. It was February and Black history month. We were being treated to the usual movies about White oppression of Blacks. I heard a scuffle behind me and when I looked back saw there was a fight going on. I stood up since the fight was right behind my seat and at first I believed it was a fight between Black students until I saw a White student emerge from under several Black students and a stream of blood come out of his nose.
Then I noticed some teachers locking the auditorium doors presumably to contain the fight. I’d seen them do this once before when a fight nearly broke out between Hispanic and Black gangs in our cafeteria. Anyway, I later learned that some Black students had been throwing pennies at the White boy and when he said something about it the Black students attacked him.
-Coming up a flight of stairs I saw three Black male students had surrounded a White girl and were laughing and thrusting their pelvises back and forth at her. She managed to push her way past them and walked by me looking quite disturbed. I can’t say I know what preceded this event or if anything was ever done about it but it was disturbing to see.
-In our Gym classes there were generally a good amount of students. On one occasion the coaches overseeing the Gym class instructed the students to walk/run around the gym to get some exercise. A group of Black students began walking around the Gym class picking on White students.
I was walking with a Hispanic friend of mine when they came up and pushed or hit him. He didn’t like that and when the opportunity came he returned the favor. Well, when the group of Black students came past us again they punched him in his back. He said to me “they just hit me in my back” and apparently he had some back problem so it caused him to get quite angry.
It was at this point he let loose a slur (yes I know, not a good idea) and we soon found ourselves surrounded by every Black student in the Gym which I would guess to be about 50 or so. I got sucker punched once and he got nailed three times. Well, one of the coaches grabbed the guy who hit me and took him out of the Gym but I and my now very stunned Hispanic friend were left standing in the middle of a crowd of angry Black students.
I could tell it was probably going to get worse so I did the only thing I could think to do at the time and grabbed my friend by the back of his shirt and pushed my way through the crowd and out into the hallway outside the Gym. When we got out into the hallway we ended up standing right by the Black student who hit me.
In a short conversation he said he thought I was the one who said the slur to which I said that it wasn’t me and besides he saw what the other guys were doing – hitting people and what not. He quietly acknowledge that and apologized. There was no follow up by any school faculty and it just became another Black violence incident to us.
-A female friend of mine told me that her Black music teacher (Mr. Cross I believe) was telling his class that Mozart was Black. While this isn’t violence it seems to reflect the teacher’s mindset – the idea that Whites hide Black achievement.
-A female friend of mine was assaulted by a Black male on the way home from an evening school music event. She was nearly raped. I think this is relevant since the neighborhood was Hispanic and White and I never personally knew of any Black residents. My friend was of the opinion that she had been followed from the school.
-Once while I was sitting in study hall, I had a black student out of the blue ask me if I was a faggot. To this I responded with a couple middle fingers. He got out of his seat and shouted “What?!?” and walked toward me. I got up and walked right up to him and we stood face to face basically challenging each other to do something.
A teacher separated us. Later I saw him in the hallway. He pointed at me and told his friends “This motherfucker wants to get killed.” This same Black student also slapped my friend in the face because he had words with a friend of the Black student.
A couple outside of school:
-I used to live by Marquette Park in Chicago. The area was primarily White when I lived there. My family moved away from the area and a few years later, when I was about 13-14, I revisited the park while riding my bike. The racial make-up of the area had changed. I stopped at a water fountain. There was a group of Blacks in the playground by the water fountain.
They came right up and the one who looked the oldest grabbed the handle bars of my bike and said “get off or I’ll punch you” (or something to that effect). I refused and began pulling away. He wasn’t able to wrest the bike from me so he stepped back and kicked the front tire bending the frame. I heard one of the others say something like “your shit got fucked up.”
Fortunately, I was able to ride far enough away to avoid further confrontation but had to call for a ride home for me and my damaged bike.
-Lastly: This is perhaps the scariest experience I had with Black violence. I was about 14 and my brother was 13. We were riding our bikes down Western Avenue which is a main street in Chicago. This street was kind of the border between the Black and White neighborhoods when I was younger. Anyway, we rode past a group of Black youths and about a quarter block away stopped at a donut shop and I went in to make a purchase while my brother stood outside with the bikes. As I was coming out of the donut shop my brother comes running in crying and saying “they’re taking the bike.”
I didn’t even think and dropped my purchase, ran outside and pushed the Black male on our bike to get him off of it. The next thing I knew I was underneath a group of Black males. There were so many on me that they could only hit me once. They simply piled on top of me. My brother was screaming. Suddenly they started running. I would have to assume that they didn’t want to wait around for the cops being that this occurred on a very busy street. I think I was fortunate – it could have been worse if the area was more secluded.
These are just some of the hundreds of examples of racial violence and lawlessness in more than 80 cities around the country as documented in my book: White Girl Bleed a Lot: The return of racial violence to America.
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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