Letters. We get letters. We get lots and lots of letters. Mostly like this:
Dear Mr. Flaherty,
> I am reading your book, White Girl Bleed a lot and I filled with anger and disgust. Not at you or your book but because what you write about is so true, has been going on for a very long time and either no one cares or I am called a racist for telling my story.
> My dad was a Methodist Minister in Southeastern Missouri. In 1965, we moved to Baltimore, Maryland. Once there he switched to the Episcopal denomination necessitating a move to Philadelphia (which I call Filthadelphia) so he could attend divinity school. Because we were poor, we lived on Pulaski Avenue, 1300 block, Southwest Philly, in Germantown (between Seymour and Manheim). We lived in Philly from 1966 through 1971.This turned out to be a terrible mistake.
> I was forced o attend Theodore Roosevelt Junior High, 1969-1971 where the white population couldn’t have been more than 1%. I was shy, introverted, and small for my age. I, and the few other whites, were jumped and beaten almost on a daily basis.The black teachers would rail against whites in their classes, (there were only two white teachers until I saw my English teacher stabbed in the back at the blackboard by a wooden dart), and I was beaten to the point of having both eyes closed, bleeding from the mouth, in 3 different classes and the black teacher did nothing.One of the black students who beat me had been my good friend, Derrick. But he came under intense mockery for having a white friend. He busted my lip in Mr. Jackson’s Physics class, a black teacher who excoriated whites, and the teacher gave me an F for disrupting the class even those this black kid, twice my puny size, had given me a bloody lip in class.This was the norm. Three black kids showed up at my locker one day and said I was talking about their mother. I never talked about anyone as I was in total terror in this school. You couldn’t go to the bathroom during the day or you got jumped or be in the hall alone without getting jumped. No one did anything. Anyway, these 3 kids beat the hell out of me and dislocated my jaw, a problem I struggle with to this day.Because they met me at my locker after 7th hour, I started taking my jacket to my last class, Mr. Jackson’s Physics class. He would not allow me to bring the jacket even after I told him why. He gave me an F every day I brought the jacket. Whenever the 3 kids found me, they beat the hell out of me.
> James Brown came to Pilly and led “Say it Loud, I’m Black, and I’m Proud Rallies.” Surrogates of whatever organization sponsored the same rally at my junior high. In the auditorium that day were 3 white kids including me.They told me if I didn’ t stand up, fist in the air, and say it loud, they’d beat the hell out of me. I knew I’d take a beating anyway, so I remained seated forced to attend a rally at school trashng the white race, white racism,and calling for action. The action was me pulled under a stairwell and beat almost unconscious. The school administration did nothing. Oh, I take that back, occasionally they would round up all the white kids and make us go home early.
> The day after Martin Luther King was murdered, I took beatings at school and was stabbed in the back with a wooden dart while at my locker. On the way home our city bus was attacked and we were forced to get off.On the way home a gang of 20 or more blacks ran me and my brother Mike down in the yard of a Presbyterian Church. One guy had me pinned on my back and was about to plunge a piece of bamboo into my chest. It had been cut into the shape of a knife. The only reason he let me live, got off with a severe beating, was he attended my dad’s church! There is much more. Much.
> When I heard blacks denouncing the Treyvon Martin decision last summer, and claiming blacks left their homes in fear of being killed by whites, I was outraged. I shared my story with local and national news and talk radio programs.NO one wanted to hear it and white talk show hosts tried to say it was not a black thing and whites are as bad. Nonsense. My family lived through an utter nightmare and, when we talked about it, were accused of either provoking these violent attacks, or denounced as racists.
> Thank God someone finally has the guts to tell the truth.
I hope you were able to use my story of life in Philadelphia. Since then, I have purchased more books and will continue to do so, for friends and family. I told my brother Mike, if you want his story, to email it to you. It will corroborate what I wrote about Philly and attending Theodore Roosevelt Junior High and what was done to us. I am so thankful you cared enough to write this book, White Girl Bleed, and respond to my email.
Thanks sir,It is all true times 10. There are so many stories that most people refuse to believe them so I quit telling them years ago. We were afraid to leave the row house on Pulaski Avenue, jumped at every sound, got jumped so many times we expected it.When I think how close to death I came in that Presbyterian Churchyard, the day after the King assassination, and what saved me from that homemade bamboo knife was, I went to the same church as the guy about to kill me, it still scares me.You were very brave to write the book. None of us are racist, we just don’t believe Americans have a balanced picture of what is going on. I think it fuels the gun debate as well. I believe liberals are afraid to admit crime is disproportionately a black problem (what I saw as a cop) and so go after guns as a form of cognitive dissonance.God bless you
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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If the stories of ALL non-blacks and their experiences with blacks around the world were ever told, the internet would shutdown for a week due to information overload!