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Letter from Michigan.
Colin:
You asked your viewers to tell you their experiences with black mob violence. I will give you the bullet points and try to minimize the autobiographical content, unless it provides context. One caveat: I am white.
For the first 16 years of my life, I never witnessed black mob violence because I grew up in Northern Michigan, which is 99% white.
In 1987, I was attending Cranbrook-Kingswood school in Bloomfield Hills, MI. Every weekend a bus would take us on field trips to malls around the greater Detroit area. One weekend we went to Northland Center Mall in Southfield, MI (Closed in 2013. “A common complaint and belief was that Northland’s decline and demise was in part due to a large African-American consumer base that came from Detroit.” Wikipedia). During our visit, the mall was packed because Smokey Robinson was there signing autographs. Even at 17, I did not feel safe in that atmosphere and went to wait on the bus for my school mates. A group of them was in McDonalds when a classmate made a racially insensitive joke or comment (he was an idiot). I will never forget the four white, prep school students running for their lives as the bus driver fired up the bus and just as they boarded he peeled out (yes, even a school bus can peel out when there is a mob of hundreds getting ready to surround it).
Around that time, my 75-year-old grandmother was mugged in her driveway in a gated community in Boca Raton, FL. When she parked the car, a black male punched her in the face and stole her purse and jewelry.
A couple of years later, I was at Western Michigan University in Kalamazoo, MI. In one of my friends’ classes, a professor got wind that students were bringing bootlegged copies of exam answers to the exam. He conducted an impromptu search of backpacks as students entered the lecture hall. One black student, Toyoda Wilson (I’ll never forget that name) refused the search and was expelled from the exam. She flung herself on the floor in histrionics and had to be forcibly removed by the professor with the help of others. That night, the black students on campus rioted and forcibly entered the administration building demanding “justice” for Toyoda. The white students who lived on campus shut themselves in the dorms until it blew over. Toyoda demanded and received an apology from the professor, and the school promised some sort of reforms that I don’t recall.
I transferred from Western Michigan to Shepherd College, a small school in West Virginia where I could live at home with my mother and sister and work on my stepfather’s farm. There I experienced black mob violence like I had never seen in Michigan:
First, my sister was surrounded in the middle of downtown Charles Town, WV where she was beaten and stripped naked by a group of black girls from her junior high.
Second, I joined a fraternity of mostly white boys, and one of my fraternity brothers hosted a party during the Chavez-Camacho boxing match. The black quarterback of the football team showed up drunk and obnoxious (groping girls, making rude comments, etc.). He was asked to leave. 30 minutes later, he showed up with every black member of the football team and they were pounding on the apartment door. That turned into a brawl which we were losing badly until a fraternity brother of mine went into a back bedroom and came out with a pistol and threatened them until they left — which might seem inappropriate to some, but I can’t imagine how much injury would have resulted otherwise.
The third incident I would cite was a recurring problem. My karate instructor found me a job bouncing at a new nightclub on Thurs – Sat nights. Thursday night was “college nite” — anyone with a college ID could enter. The first few college nights were great fun as local college students enjoyed dancing and partying. A few minor scuffles occurred between individual patrons, but nothing serious. Over the course of a few weeks, black “students” from Baltimore and Washington, D.C. started showing up and as the numbers grew, huge brawls erupted every weekend. The owner told the DJ to stop playing “Whoomp There it Is” because that seemed to be the spark for the punches to start flying. The West Virginia State Police used to line up a dozen squad cars outside at closing time. Also noteworthy was the way the mobs would fight: they threw chairs, threw pool cues, swung pool sticks, and pulled stuff out of the wall such as telephones and railings to beat others with. Eventually the owner closed the club when the revenues from the huge crowds could not support the constant repairs.
After college I took a job in the loss prevention department at Sears in Cary, NC. There we experienced crack-addicted bands of shoplifters from Durham doing snatch and run theft every week. On one occasion, a woman took the Motorola radio out of the hand of one of my employees and struck him across the face, leaving a gash that required about a hundred stitches and left permanent disfigurement.
Thank you for exposing the truth through your books and videos. You are doing a great service.
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About the Author
Colin Flaherty is an award winning reporter and author of the #1 best selling book Don’t Make the Black Kids Angry: The hoax of black victimization and those who enable it.
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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.
He is also the author of White Girl Bleed a Lot: The Return of Racial Violence to America and How the Media Ignore it.
Both books are about black mob violence, black on white crime and the Knockout Game — and how public officials, reporters and activists deny, excuse, condone and encourage them.
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