crabcake said:Or he could be one of the two kids who carjacked me at gunpoint at 5:30 a.m. when I was on my way to work.
If you don't want to be perceived as a low-life POS (regardless of what ethnicity you happen to be), don't act/talk/dress/bass out like one. Dress like a gangbanger and I'd clutch my purse and pick up my step, too.
Tomahawk202 said:I laughed out loud, fought in wars, became a cop....all because I couldn't care less about you, or your preception of what I should be. I have done all that so I CAN DRESS, whatever way I want, so I CAN drive down the street and blast my music, and I can DO what I want.
So if we don't accept your hip hop culture then we are the racist here?Tomahawk202 said:It's amazing how I typed all of that, and all you could pick out was a small section, dealing with nothing but PERCEPTION. Here, let me break it down to oh ye of little education...
I laughed out loud, fought in wars, became a cop....all because I couldn't care less about you, or your preception of what I should be. I have done all that so I CAN DRESS, whatever way I want, so I CAN drive down the street and blast my music, and I can DO what I want. ( within the confines of the law of course ) Clutch your purse, keep your stereotypes all you want, but you all look like bigger damn fools in our eyes, then we do in yours. ( or would THAT be a matter of perception? SARCASM..) Oh, Jay-Z has a new CD out, you should check it out. LOL !!!
Don't buh-leee da hype... It aint that good....LOLTomahawk202 said:Oh, Jay-Z has a new CD out, you should check it out. LOL !!!
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You make a lot of money for a cop. I call BS.I drive a really fast, expensive race car. I have tinted windows and bright shiny rims. It has a stereo that costs more than your monthly mortgage payment. I play my music really, really loud, with lots of bass, and I wear my hat backwards too. I wear baggy jeans, and a big puffy bomber-style jacket, and I am wearing 400 dollar Prada shades.
Tomahawk202 said:I drive a really fast, expensive race car. I have tinted windows and bright shiny rims. It has a stereo that costs more than your monthly mortgage payment. I play my music really, really loud, with lots of bass, and I wear my hat backwards too. I wear baggy jeans, and a big puffy bomber-style jacket, and I am wearing 400 dollar Prada shades.
I stop at red lights in Waldorf, and be-bop my way into the parking lot at the mall. And while at the light, I notice that in lanes full of traffic, there is at least a full car length of space to my immediate right and left, as if no one wants to sit next to me at the light. I lean forward and glance around my doorpost, to see who is driving these cars that refuse to sit next to me at the light, and you guessed it, it's little white grandma or some southern maryland soccer mom, looking in the other direction, hoping I'll turn my obnoxious music down.QUOTE]
Playing music too loud is against the law. Is this a case of the police thinking the law doesn't apply to them, they know their buddies wouldn't give them a ticket, you are just a jerk or it's all BS?
Tomahawk202 said:It's amazing how I typed all of that, and all you could pick out was a small section, dealing with nothing but PERCEPTION. Here, let me break it down to oh ye of little education...
I laughed out loud, fought in wars, became a cop....all because I couldn't care less about you, or your preception of what I should be. I have done all that so I CAN DRESS, whatever way I want, so I CAN drive down the street and blast my music, and I can DO what I want. ( within the confines of the law of course ) Clutch your purse, keep your stereotypes all you want, but you all look like bigger damn fools in our eyes, then we do in yours. ( or would THAT be a matter of perception? SARCASM..) Oh, Jay-Z has a new CD out, you should check it out. LOL !!!
Tomahawk202 said:I drive a really fast, expensive race car. I have tinted windows and bright shiny rims. It has a stereo that costs more than your monthly mortgage payment. I play my music really, really loud, with lots of bass, and I wear my hat backwards too. I wear baggy jeans, and a big puffy bomber-style jacket, and I am wearing 400 dollar Prada shades.
I stop at red lights in Waldorf, and be-bop my way into the parking lot at the mall. And while at the light, I notice that in lanes full of traffic, there is at least a full car length of space to my immediate right and left, as if no one wants to sit next to me at the light. I lean forward and glance around my doorpost, to see who is driving these cars that refuse to sit next to me at the light, and you guessed it, it's little white grandma or some southern maryland soccer mom, looking in the other direction, hoping I don't take notice to the insult. Hoping the light turns green, quickly.
At the mall, I get out of my car, and hit the key fob, locking my doors and I pull my pants up and start for the door. I am approaching this white mother and daughter, she looks to be about 45 and in excellent shape. The daughter about 19 and clearly a college co-ed, home visiting the family for the holiday break from school. The daughter looks up and sees me and switches sides with her mother, to aviod my glance and put a little more space between us. The mom switches shoulders with her purse, and tries to covertly clutch it, as if she is holding on for dear life. I am wearing a .45 caliber pistol, tucked neatly in a holster on my left side....but they don't know that. Or do they.....
As we pass, I listen for breathing from either one, and with heads down and an almost panic in their step, they scurry on...hoping, wishing and praying to make it to their car in one peice.......I laugh out loud and continue on my way......
I have been a cop for almost 11 years. I am black and 6 and a half feet tall. I have been shot at and shot people, I have raced the streets in some of the worst cities in America, to save a person's life, whom I don't even know. I have fought wars in Afghanistan, and Iraq, been down to Columbia too. I have looked evil straight in the face, and have never flinched. In the name of the United States, in the name of black people, and for the protection of my family our very way of life, I have done this. More so than you.....
When I killed those two guys as a cop, in a desperate shoot out a few years ago...they were white guys. When I killed and ordered my guys to kill a bunch of people in the wars, they weren't black either. You people should focus on a way of making the streets safer, and not 'placing blame' to make it look like someone else's ( read; Black Peoples ) fault. 63% of the people on welfare, are white. ( Check that stat out....please )
So...when you see some black kid, or some black guy walking along, talking on his cellphone, or carrying his own packages...possibly out doing a little shopping of his own, for his own family, try not to pigeon-hole him as a bad guy. Or someone wanting to rape your little snow white, Miss Amercia daughter. He just might be one of the good guys, who would chase you down and return your wallet, after you dropped it in the store.
Maybe they'd have done that no matter what color you are. I know I do. If I'm at the mall or walking down the sidewalk, and some menacing looking guy starts to pass me, I'll grab the straps of my purse and become aware of him.Tomahawk202 said:The daughter looks up and sees me and switches sides with her mother, to aviod my glance and put a little more space between us. The mom switches shoulders with her purse, and tries to covertly clutch it, as if she is holding on for dear life.
Corellary: If you want to catch a buzzard....play dead.Kyle said:If you don't want to get pecked by the buzzards... Don't play dead.
The Govt. frowns on baiting them.desertrat said:Corellary: If you want to catch a buzzard....play dead.
I know, dammit. My hero...Charles Bronson in Death Wish.Kyle said:The Govt. frowns on baiting them.
mv_princess said:So I guess I am a racist, because the Guy in the store the other day yelled at me because I was white, and it was my fault he couldn't bring his backpack into the store, then said he was going to kill me. All because I wanted a stupid can of corn.
At McKays. well he wanted to kill me because I was white, and he couldn't bring his backpack in the store, because they were trying to keep down on the stealing.Kerad said:Where was this? He wanted to kill you beacause you wanted to buy corn?