A slice of life in the ‘hood

Karl D. writes:

I debated on whether or not to send you this link. It is a disturbing video of a black on black fight. But besides the horror stories we see posted on VFR about black crime, I think a lot of people don’t understand how bad it really is in the “black community.” It is a literal nightmare of daily violence (as someone states in the video), machismo, and sheer savagery. A black hole of ignorance. I think it is a miracle that there are not more heinous attacks then there are. Just listen to the way these people speak with one another. The glee at the attack. I must say that my heart goes out to blacks with brains, ambition, and morality who were born into this. I really don’t see how they survive at all. How can one not be a “race realist” knowing that these “communities” from Hell exist all over this country. I always said that if for some reason I was sentenced to prison I would take my own life first. Videos like this should explain why.

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A reader writes:

Damn, I’m thinkin’ about all them white bread cities in Iowa and places like that, man, all these white dudes who feel bad because they all white and got no diversity, you know what I’m talkin’ about? We’ve got to show them some of these videos so they’ll know what they really missing and how they can bring in lots of black folks and enrich their communities and all that.

Roger G. writes:

I have read about how savage things could get in, say, white English and American slums in the early 20th century, and previously. I know there’s a difference, but could someone explain it?

LA replies:

An order of magnitude?

Mark Jaws writes:

Even though I saw far worse on the lower East Side, my racial epiphany came in Narrowsburg, New York of all places at Wel-Met Camp during the summer of 1974. I had worked as a summer camp counselor (along with Howard Stern by the way) that summer and for the final three weeks the predominantly Jewish camp took on hundreds of black kids from Bedford Stuyvesant, as part of the “School Camping Program.” Even though I had lived with blacks and counted them among my friends on the lower East Side, they were never more than 20 percent of the demographic in my neighborhood. So, the end of that fateful summer was the first—and only time—I was in an almost exclusively black environment. Some of those kids were hate-filled, raging beasts, even though the oldest were no more than 12 years old, and, if given the chance, I know what they would have made of me. Two thirds of the white staff quit by the end of the first week, and the camp director had to travel 110 miles into the city to recruit kids, many of them Puerto Rican, to fill out the final two weeks. I got smart early. And yet, about one third of the kids, many of them Jamaican or from Guyana, were sweet and good and my heart went out to them.

Posted by Lawrence Auster at December 15, 2009 03:03 PM | Send

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