Great point. You have to wonder how you can be in a social setting and be the only minority has to be uncomfortable. Like for example if you are a man with a bunch of women, you might feel uncomfortable definitely not "unsafe" unless it's a meeting of all your exes and they are burning you in effigy. Or that time of the month.
What place have you felt the most "unsafe" in?
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Great point. You have to wonder how you can be in a social setting and be the only minority has to be uncomfortable. Like for example if you are a man with a bunch of women, you might feel uncomfortable definitely not "unsafe" unless it's a meeting of all your exes and they are burning you in effigy. Or that time of the month.
I see no implications of racism, but I can see where that message could be wrongfully inferred if so inclined.
It seems that most of these instances involve someone coming in contact with an unfamiliar place where the people are very poor, have nothing to lose and violence is common.
Crossing back from TJ one night some Mexicans tried to jump me from behind. First one tried to tackle me at the knees and I'm pretty sure he's never ate solid food again since. Scared the life out of me as I wasn't expecting it as I've crossed that border dozens of times. I was fighting for my life and I hurt a couple of them pretty bad. They didn't get anything from me and only succeeded in tearing my shirt in the melee, but It was really stupid for me to fight them and a small miracle I didn't get knifed.
The worst neighborhoods in my hometown were the burbs and backwoods when I was growing up. You could get away with almost anything. Our neighborhood had an all white gang that terrorized the area, two of which later served time for murder. We had a black family move into the hood in the mid 80's. They were terrorized until they moved out after a month. We soon followed realizing it was a backwards hole.
White people should feel extremely safe in predominately minority neighborhoods with higher crime statistics in the US. 99% of the inhabitants in the high crime areas are good people and harmless, but if the criminals in that same area mess with a white person, you get increased attention from the po-po. Extremely bad for business.
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The ride from the airport in Cabo to our hotel was kind of uncomfortable. You just really have to realize where you were at that point.
Was in Mexico and stopped at this biker bar in the middle of nowhere called The Titty Twister...
No, this place was full of psychos... Saw Tito and the Tarantula play there, but the dancers were real blood suckers.
I had a few trips between Kuwait Int'l Airport and Ali Al Salem AB in taxis. We had a designated taxi company we used, but I still got tense every time I got picked up. Like there was a switch, and my cab driver is tied up (or worse) while they're kidnapping me. Just a minute or two, but every time.
I was working in McAllen, TX and decided to check out Reynosa one night. I walked across the border at dusk, saw military walking around with assault rifles, and decided I needed to turn around. You can't just walk back out - you had to cross a few roads - and a car pulled up where some guy jumped out and asked me if I wanted to go "where the women are". I did, but not with that guy. Got out of there quickly.
Underground in the ATL. We where in the mall, one of my sons walked into the Hip Hop clothing store. I walked in to find him, a black dude walks by me, intentionally bumps into me. I said something to the effect of "man, im just trying to find my son, I don't want no problems, just doing some shopping." We left the store quickly. They had a little basketball thing set up when you shot and win basketballs just like at theme parks. My son hits a couple, wins a ball. A black dude working the thing was cool as hell, tells my son, "damn white boy, you a baller." He tells me after that, "hey, might be a good idea to get your family up outta here before dark." I did, was leaving, turned onto a side street, guy crossing the road, spits on my vehicle for no reason, hated ATL ever since.
Another time while there, we left Six Flags, got turned around and stopped at a little store to ask directions. It is about 105 in mid July, about 3 guys come in with coats on. I quickly took my *** to the car, and found myself back to the Interstate. Overall, just a very bad vibe about anywhere we went. Braves game, same thing, drove a couple blocks around the stadium. Went to Stone Mountain, the park itself was really cool, but the city, very unsafe.
Another time while there, we left Six Flags, got turned around and stopped at a little store to ask directions. It is about 105 in mid July, about 3 guys come in with coats on. I quickly took my *** to the car, and found myself back to the Interstate. Overall, just a very bad vibe about anywhere we went. Braves game, same thing, drove a couple blocks around the stadium. Went to Stone Mountain, the park itself was really cool, but the city, very unsafe.
Damn dude, I think you got lucky bro.
I think I've told my story on here but for this thread I'll tell it again. I was with a buddy in El Paso in 1998. Went up to a cab driver and asked where do we go to a bar to find hot Mexican girls. Well, he said jump in. Takes across the border to Juarez. Had no clue what we were getting into. (At the time there were mass graves of people being accumulated in pits around Juarez. 5 years earlier, The Railroad Killer Resendez has thought to kill over 100 people in Juarez alone. So this effing taxi cab driver takes us through New Boys Town (where the trannies were) and then took us into Old Boys Town. Wow, wow, wow.
We get out and outside it was almost dark and these people started making all these bird signals. I was freaking my guts out. Thought we were gonna get killed. Taxi guy takes into this 3rd world building. A ***** house. Plumbing was running down the wall wet, toilet's all ******. Disgusting. My buddy got the young girl. Welp, I got the 300 pound Mexican woman, at least 50+ years old. She asked how much money I had. I took out money and counted. She took the money. At this point I am very nervous. Cab guy comes back in and says "Is this not what you wanted?" I said, no. I wanted to go to a Mexican bar, not a Mexican ***** house. He says, does she have money? I said, she took it out of my hand. He says, a deal is a deal. I'm asking the guy if I could rather get some pills or cocaine. Nope, he sayss.
I get on this ratchey *** bed. And this old woman takes out her teeth and sucks me off. I came in like 5 seconds. I think more out of fright than anything. Made it out alive. Whew
Also was part of a home invasion where two guys put my wife and I into the execution position and had two guns to the back of our heads. Lived through that one. I actually thought I was more dead in the home invasion than the Mexican ***** house.
Blew out a tire at Midnight outside of Scranton, PA on my way home from law school for the summer. My car was packed as packed could be, except for a small place in the back for my dog. My trunk was full so I had to take all of the stuff out of the trunk and put in on the side of the road to get to the spare. After doing all of that, my jack broke. No cell phone. Stuff all over the road. Cars and semis going past at 70mph. I was praying that no one to stop, or for a cop to come. Nothing. So I loaded my car back up, grabbed my dog, and set out walking. We were about 4 miles from the nearest exit, and it was absolutely pitch black. Forest land all around. Thank goodness my dog was with me.
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First marriage.
I was back home one time and I had to drive through a part of downtown that even the police do their best to avoid because it is a high crime area full of people who hate everyone. They'll find any reason to commit a violent crime. Thank God I got all green lights.
Same here during the day. Later found out we were lucky not to run into trouble.
Look at all of the racists in here afraid to get murdered and sucked off by Mexicans.
In order: Beirut, Lebanon in 1983. South Boston in 1985 after dark. The locals later told me that a black guy walking by himself at night was assumed to be crazy, or packing, thus left alone. I didn't tell them that I missed the last shuttle to the shipyard, so I had no choice but to walk!
To be fair, I was at a 'que shack in Mississippi with the (now ex) wife and the locals stared at her to the point where I sent her back to the car to put my .45 in her purse...just in case. That que was GOOD tho!
To be fair, I was at a 'que shack in Mississippi with the (now ex) wife and the locals stared at her to the point where I sent her back to the car to put my .45 in her purse...just in case. That que was GOOD tho!
I decided to walk to McDonalds for some reason very early one day in Atlanta. Should've waited a few hours later. Never felt unsafe in the daytime though, outside. MARTA was a little sketchy sometimes.
1) 18 years old, blind drunk, 3am, walking hand-in-hand with a hot UK coed on the Malecon (ocean-front boulevard) central Havana, Cuba.
2) 21 years old, Halloween, 5am, Rome, purposely bumped into by local hoods who were probably upset about being slighted at the bar which we had been let into immediately an hour beforehand. "Sour-ee for my friends... he is... 'aggrettsiv.'
3) 21, 2am, August, second floor McDonald's dining room, high as a kite after a night in the Red Light District, Amsterdam.
Three of us order without incident (we think) and take our food upstairs. The last guy decides flips his tray of food and drink onto the cashier for reasons that become clear later.
While seated upstairs, "the level headed three" heard the commotion and saw someone run outside while being chased by three small employers from the Asian Subcontinent.
We knew something was up and were very excitable at this point, but then we decided the best course of action was to take our seats and finish our delicious, delicious, delicious, delicious meals.
Cut to five minutes later, we are convinced our friend has locked himself in the bathroom somehow and are wondering where he is.
We trepidatiously descend the stair and make the final blind turn to the sales floor. The line of maybe 30 customers fall silent and stare us down. To them, and McDonald's staff - we clearly decided to come downstairs and brawl. To us, we are very confused by the splayed-open trash can and garbage on the floor. We check the bathroom. He is not there.
The city plan of Amsterdam is a series of radial axiis and concentric circles which result in "pie piece" city blocks. As we are turning at the tip of the pie, near the McDonalds entrance, our street fighting man buddy turns the corner while looking behind himself. He has been sprinting I get as far away from McDonalds as possible as the manager was calling the police as our friend ran out.
Our friend has made too many rights around the "pie piece" and ended up exactly in front of the locale he was trying to escape. We can't figure out why he is trying to "huddle up" like we are playing street football as we still don't know it was him who flipped his tray on the guy, roundhoused the trash can that was thrown at him, and repeatedly yelled "one at a time!" As the small foreign workers simultaneously attacked at former KHSAA tight end and current (2003) ATO.
Then we rode bikes high as hell in the dark and tried to find our hostel for much longer than was fun.
4) (Tie) 22-31, wine drunk, whisky drunk, suit drunk, day drunk, all of the bad neighborhoods on Law and Order, all of them - except S.I. obviously, NYC.
5) 21, Plasma on earth, Lexington, struck by lightning while working construction on Crescent Ave.
Fast forward to now: I spend a lot of my time making sure new, fake stone, kind of looks like existing, real stone. So you can say I am still at the top of my game in life.
2) 21 years old, Halloween, 5am, Rome, purposely bumped into by local hoods who were probably upset about being slighted at the bar which we had been let into immediately an hour beforehand. "Sour-ee for my friends... he is... 'aggrettsiv.'
3) 21, 2am, August, second floor McDonald's dining room, high as a kite after a night in the Red Light District, Amsterdam.
Three of us order without incident (we think) and take our food upstairs. The last guy decides flips his tray of food and drink onto the cashier for reasons that become clear later.
While seated upstairs, "the level headed three" heard the commotion and saw someone run outside while being chased by three small employers from the Asian Subcontinent.
We knew something was up and were very excitable at this point, but then we decided the best course of action was to take our seats and finish our delicious, delicious, delicious, delicious meals.
Cut to five minutes later, we are convinced our friend has locked himself in the bathroom somehow and are wondering where he is.
We trepidatiously descend the stair and make the final blind turn to the sales floor. The line of maybe 30 customers fall silent and stare us down. To them, and McDonald's staff - we clearly decided to come downstairs and brawl. To us, we are very confused by the splayed-open trash can and garbage on the floor. We check the bathroom. He is not there.
The city plan of Amsterdam is a series of radial axiis and concentric circles which result in "pie piece" city blocks. As we are turning at the tip of the pie, near the McDonalds entrance, our street fighting man buddy turns the corner while looking behind himself. He has been sprinting I get as far away from McDonalds as possible as the manager was calling the police as our friend ran out.
Our friend has made too many rights around the "pie piece" and ended up exactly in front of the locale he was trying to escape. We can't figure out why he is trying to "huddle up" like we are playing street football as we still don't know it was him who flipped his tray on the guy, roundhoused the trash can that was thrown at him, and repeatedly yelled "one at a time!" As the small foreign workers simultaneously attacked at former KHSAA tight end and current (2003) ATO.
Then we rode bikes high as hell in the dark and tried to find our hostel for much longer than was fun.
4) (Tie) 22-31, wine drunk, whisky drunk, suit drunk, day drunk, all of the bad neighborhoods on Law and Order, all of them - except S.I. obviously, NYC.
5) 21, Plasma on earth, Lexington, struck by lightning while working construction on Crescent Ave.
Fast forward to now: I spend a lot of my time making sure new, fake stone, kind of looks like existing, real stone. So you can say I am still at the top of my game in life.
You weren't stupid at all. Self preservation I call it. America never looked so good right after I'm sure. Good job daddyo!
When I was in my early teens my dad and I were at a small TVA boat launching ramp in Hamblen Co. TN. We were just coming into the bank when we noticed 3 of East Tennessee's finest inbreeding trash harassing a guy and his young (probably around 7 or so) who had just came in ahead of us and found these fools trying to steal his boat trailer rims. One of the guys had a big knife and was threatening the man as we pulled up. I was running the trolling motor and thinking WTF? when I looked back at my dad who was now brandishing a .38 S&W that he kept in the bottom of the big tackle box. After what might have been a 3 minute, intense, profanity laced discussion/standoff, my dad convinced them that it was in their best interest to leave. Even though my dad was the one with the gun, that was pretty damn scary for me at 14. Needless to say, the guy with the other boat was extremely thankful, and shaken up badly enough that we put the rim that they had managed to take off back on for him, and they waited around to follow us back out to the main highway.
Old guy at my church grew up in Michigan City Indiana. He and 2 buddies got picked up to do some construction work by this guy in a large sedan. Guy drives them out in the woods. The one in the front seat notices the guy has a gun and asks him about and he starts getting weird. They end up grabbing the wheel and making the guy stop where they get out and take off running. They walk 10 miles through the woods back into town. 20 years later he's watching a special on serial killers and sees the guy who picked them up. It's John Wayne Gacy.
I don't have any real scary times, been all over Louisville and never felt unsafe. I went to New Orleans 2 years ago and hated it. Felt dirty and had a bad auro to it. Could see getting into tight spots and keeping your head on a swivel down there.
I don't have any real scary times, been all over Louisville and never felt unsafe. I went to New Orleans 2 years ago and hated it. Felt dirty and had a bad auro to it. Could see getting into tight spots and keeping your head on a swivel down there.
Was driving the family cross country to a theme park when I took the wrong exit and got lost, asked some man on the corner for directions and he told me to "eff" my momma! Not a very nice man at all.
Jr. and I walked back to our hotel from Camden Yards in Baltimore after a night game and passed a lot of shady looking people on our way. I wasn't too worried about myself as I was for putting my son in that predicament.
Used to own a conversion fan that we took on our trips through Memphis, Cleveland, Detroit, Toronto(Stayed at the Dome but had to park at a vacant lot about a 1/2 mile away.) Chicago, Baltimore, DC, never had issues with anyone trying to break in or anything. Get back home to Austin and the van gets broken into while we're at a football game... go figure. I've actually had 2 other vehicles of mine broken into at home.
Jr. and I walked back to our hotel from Camden Yards in Baltimore after a night game and passed a lot of shady looking people on our way. I wasn't too worried about myself as I was for putting my son in that predicament.
Used to own a conversion fan that we took on our trips through Memphis, Cleveland, Detroit, Toronto(Stayed at the Dome but had to park at a vacant lot about a 1/2 mile away.) Chicago, Baltimore, DC, never had issues with anyone trying to break in or anything. Get back home to Austin and the van gets broken into while we're at a football game... go figure. I've actually had 2 other vehicles of mine broken into at home.
Forget the fact you're white, but been wearing blue in Inglewood and Pasadena can be a death sentence.
Yep...no more Good Times..
Junior year of HS...Lennox Ave., Harlem held at gunpoint by cops after being caught buying weed with onlookers screaming "kill whitey".