Quote from cfredstan:
So easy to blame Bush on this. First, the governor did not ask for Bush's help until the last minute. Under Constitutional Rights NO President can over power a governor under its states rights. So it is first the governors fault. Second, these people had early warnings but decided, "No, We have had hurricanes before. No reason to leave...". This warning fell on deaf ears and these people acted ignorantly to evacuate. And they were waiting for government handouts after it occurred, while others used their own will to help themselves and others.
I understand these people need help, but most of them have not met half way. Don't just give everyone money to please them. That is not America.
You're right. This isn't America anymore. This is Whatsinitformeville.
This just gives the people something to talk about.
Yeah,
this might have happened...
Yeah,
that may well have happened..
But you know damn well what the locals were doing.
We had rioting here in my area when one of "their people" was killed in a traffic accident (when a man wouldn't exit the vehicle in which he had no registration and illegal tint--later found meth, cocaine, maryjane and an unregistered firearm in his possession--- hmmmm) so, the LEOs opened fired on him when he tried to run them over with his [stolen] automobile. The local chapter of the NAACP brewed up a riot within hours of the death and the hoodlums started burning down caucasian-owned businesses, all on the premise of a group of white cops shot a young black man.
Within weeks of his death, a gym was constructed in his memory. It was an all out racist warfare.
I went to school that day (6th grade) and I was one of only about 10 white kids in the entire school (of about 1500 kids).
I'll never forget the day. I was fat and pretty much a waste of space at the time. Well, some black 8th grader (who was 16) started talking shit to me calling me a "soft ass cracker---blahblahblah." Well, I usually let comments like that roll down my back, but there was something about the way he said that to me. It was as if he wanted to rip out my dna and shove it back down my throat. I managed to gain the courage to say "Fuck you."
He beat the shit out of me. I honestly thought I was going to die. I had no chance. He kicked me in the face while I was curled up in a fetal position. I just felt like he was talking down to my race. It may have just been the moment in time. I don't know and I probably never will know.
I do know that I had a moment in time with him about 2 years ago when I saw him at the local park where I grow up (twice his size). I asked him "Why should I let you live right now after what you did to me when I was at Bay Point (my middle school)? He was too phukt up on drugs to give me a straight answer. I walked away. I still await the day that he is sober to confront him.
"I'd rather die a soldier than nigga live a coward" I'm just repeating their lyrics.......
Does this incident make me racist? Not the least bit. It just gives others a real perspective. There's no ill-will in my soul. It is just the way that it is.