“It’s just unfortunate. I mean I’ve heard stories about people sleeping under the bridges and people come by and hit ’em with bricks and stuff like that,” said Mike Higgins, a Kansas City homeless man. Another man who calls the streets home, Arthur Scott, told us he was attacked last year after three young teens asked to use his phone.”
Guess he did not make them feel welcome.
By 2013, two years after Mayor Sly James said he would take care of the problem by the next weekend, it became clear the problem never really went away. “Fights everywhere,” is how one black woman described one episode of black mob violence at the Plaza. She was also upset that police chased her and 999 of her closest friends out of the area after they told them to leave the plaza, and they refused.
More police and tighter curfews have not curbed the violence, said the TV stations.
Now police are sending out “community liaisons” to meet with the black people on the plaza and find out what they need. “The answer is complicated,” said the reporter.
One of the black people said Kansas City should open up a place where teens can party. Others said the curfew and more police were not effective because “teens say they hate being targeted and teens never like being told what to do,” the news gang reported.[238]
In September 2013, it happened again: Mounted police and members of the SWAT team used pepper spray to subdue and disperse the crowd.
Tweeting from the scene, local NBC reporter Garrett Haake said, “Police and teens tell me after a movie got out, a large group came here to avoid the curfew and a fight broke out. Police arrived and sprayed.”
At one public meeting the mayor said it was time for a dialogue, but most of the newspapers and electronic media don’t permit comments on the topic of racial violence. However, KMBC does. Donovan Tozier commented on that web site:[239]
“Well I work by the plaza and I can tell you I have never seen a group of white kids running around causing problems, I have not seen a group of Hispanic kids running around causing problems.
That goes for Chinese, Korean, or every other race out there. You want to make it a race thing so I am going to call it like I see it.
This issue revolves completely around our young black youth. Getting in large groups and running the sidewalks jumping around acting immature is not what the plaza needs or wants as real shoppers are trying to enjoy a night out.
I don’t blame anyone for avoiding the Plaza when this happens, it is not a safe environment when hundreds of out of control children are running around.”
Another Plaza visitor commented:
I had to cross the Plaza last summer going home from babysitting, and while sitting at a stoplight I was shouted at, called names, and had my car beaten on by these hooligans.
They were ALL black. These are the type of situations that worsen the already tense race relations in this city. The problems on the Plaza are with BLACK teenagers.
Call it what you will– since there are no white teens causing the problems. This is a problem for anyone who enjoys the Plaza– so we all get to suffer because of the lack of parenting of these black delinquents.
Lots of black people said the cops did it. I hear that a lot. So I wanted to ask Councilman Reed a lot of questions. Such as:
Councilman Reed, I’ve talked to police. I’ve talked to victims. I’ve seen video. I’ve read Twitter streams and Facebook pages. I’ve read comments on Kansas City news sites. And every single one of these sources confirms one fact: That everyone involved in the dozens of episodes of racial violence and lawlessness at the Kansas City Plaza is black.
Or are all those observers as racist as the police? Selectively noticing just the black people? Are whites or Asians or Amish also making the Plaza a mini-war zone? And are police ignoring them?
If so, did you happen to get their names? Or perhaps a video? There are lots of people who have seen the Plaza close up during this mob violence, including the mayor. He was 50 yards away when someone shot a gun and he had to dive into the bushes.
So digging up a few white or Asian or Amish perpetrators should not be difficult. Just one would be fine.
Another question: Councilman Reed: I’ve documented more than 500 episodes of racial violence in White Girl Bleed a Lot, not too much different than Kansas City. Some bigger. Some smaller. Some more violent. Some less.
And a thousand more in this book.
Sometimes people, like you, say it is not just black people causing the mob violence and lawlessness. I keep asking for videos, as I did on the air at KCMO. Still waiting. What do you think of people who charge racism without proof? Isn’t that an even more treacherous form of racism?
There are of course some brave and brilliant voices on the topic of race. Thomas Sowell, Shelby Steele and Taleeb Starkes to name a tiny sliver of those speaking out against the ignorant political class.
But I still see so much resentment. So much anger. So much racism that appears in public that is not only condoned, it is praised.
Just a few days before trying to talk with the elusive councilman, I read an article by a radio station executive who said black radio was the victim of all sorts of sinister plots: He talked about “the hateful indifference to Blacks that dominates so much of what is considered mainstream media.” That crooked ratings systems have “deprived Black radio of a fair share of advertising revenue.” [240]
This is a good example of Critical Race Theory in action: White racism is everywhere. White racism is permanent. White racism explains everything. That’s former Harvard Professor Derrick Bell talking. You remember: The President’s friend from Harvard.[241]
Former CNN anchor Soledad O’Brien criticized white people for refusing to talk about race. She said it makes them uncomfortable.[242] What that really means is that fewer and fewer people are interested in racial monologues full of excuses for black pathology posing as genuine dialogue about a pressing problem.
Councilman Reed, another question: You want honesty? Then can you please honestly tell me where black people in Kansas City got the idea that they can visibly and publicly break the law, hurt people, destroy property, over and over and over?
Then brag on Twitter how much fun they had doing it? And then get you to pretend they are the victims?
Last question: You wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would you Councilman? Honestly?
Damn. Cleaver was right: The violence continued regularly in 2014.[243]
As bad as it is in Kansas City, few would trade places with what happens in Fresno twice a year.
West Coast Black Motorcycle Clubs:
A Rolling Mess.
Denial Hall of Fame: We have a winner.
The Fresno Bee called it a “dance” sponsored by a “multi-racial” motorcycle club. So did the Washington Post.[244]
Here’s what they were talking about: The “official after party” for the largest gathering of black motorcycle clubs on the West Coast. A weekend collection of violence and mayhem of 5000 black bikers that descend on Fresno twice a year for the “Half Way Run.”
This was no dance. And there was nothing multi-racial about it.
The event is so named because it is the halfway spot for black bikers from the Los Angeles and Oakland areas to gather and party.
Or shoot each other. This time, October 2013.
By the time this “dance” was over, 13 people were shot, one fatally. More than 100 police were called to subdue the “running gun battle.”
In attendance were many of the 5000 members of dozens of black California motorcycle clubs, including the Soul Brothers, Unknown Riders, Kings of Cali, Bad Boyz, Black Pearls, Black Sabbath, Good Tymez, Most Wanted, Buffalo Soldiers, and others. All listed at a web site called blackmotorcycleclubs.net.
If anyone puts up a web site for multi-racial motorcycle gangs, I will let you know. But I promise you one thing: None of these clubs will be on it.
“The Fresno Bee and Associated Press may think this was a “mu
lti-racial” gathering,” said Taleeb Starkes, author of the Uncivil War, a book that confronts the criminal subculture within the Black community. “But they are just about the only ones. This incident in Fresno was just the latest example of how the press ignore, condone and even deny black mob violence.”
Here is how one of the participants described a recent Half Way Run:
“Every year we head to the middle of Cali in Fresno where all the bike clubs meet up and kill it...this is our version of Black Bike Week on the west. Thousands of bikes.”[245]
You know: The one in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina where a bunch of people were shot and died in 2013 after the West Coast version was over.
Back in Fresno, a group called In Traffic TV productions made a video of the festivities from 2012.[246] The black host immediately pronounced to his “niggas” that the weekend was “ghetto fabulous.”
Guess he did not get the “racially mixed” memo from the Washington Post.
The 13-minute program showed thousands of black bikers, police helicopters, sirens, and lots of law enforcement -- all set to a variety of hip hop tracks that talked about violence, using drugs, dealing drugs, killing and riding motorcycles. And above all, growing up “in the hood.” With lots of obscenities and N-bombs.
The killing happened at just one of the weekend’s activities: The “official after party” at the Soul Brothers Motorcycle Club headquarters outside of Fresno.
The Fresno Bee claims Soul Brothers is a multi-racial group because of the crossed black and white arms that comprise the group’s logo.
But anyone looking at the thousands of pictures and hours of videos that club members have posted on various sites around the Internet know this is a black club. That is what the club called itself when it produced a video with the club’s founder, where he talked about its roots as a black motorcycle club.
The Fresno Bee, Washington Post and Associated Press may have failed to capture the true size and nature of the event. But they did at least hint at the chaos created during the semi-annual mayhem.
Or did they? The Fresno Bee cannot make up its mind: In one paragraph of a recent news story, this gathering of black bikers is described as “peaceful.” But the next sentence says the opposite:
“While the motorcyclists generally are peaceful, police usually put extra officers on duty to prevent bikers from speeding, pulling wheelies and drinking in public.”
Violence has occurred frequently at the gatherings. This spring, a shooting broke out at a motel near Highway 99 and Olive Avenue where bikers were gathered and several were wounded. Several years ago, one person was killed at a “dance” held by bikers in southwest Fresno.
The Bee does report that neighbors say the clubhouse is the scene of frequent and intense violence and mayhem. Including gunshots and loud noises from parties over a several year period.
American reporters may not be able -- or willing - to talk about the epidemic of black mob violence so recently on display in Fresno. But a reader of a newspaper in London did not seem to have any trouble when he commented on an excellent account of the Fresno shootings in the Daily Mail: “Gangs of 'Soul Brothers' with guns in a warehouse at 2am on a Saturday night,” said the commenter. “What could possibly go wrong?”[247]
Letter from a Baltimore Cop. Relentless Racial Violence
I get so many letters from cops. This one says it all.
Dear Mr. Flaherty,
Thank you and God bless you.
Your book White Girl Bleed a Lot was delivered to my house yesterday via Amazon. I got home from work at 2:15 PM, and shortly thereafter began reading it.
I couldn't put it down and finished it around 10 PM. I told my wife that she and our 26-year old son have to read it.
I know you've heard a million stories and personal accounts, here's one more.
I'm a 55-year old white male, born and raised in Baltimore City. I'm a retired Maryland State Trooper. After retirement, I became the owner of a small barbershop.
In 1970, I began 7th grade at Herring Run Jr. High School in Baltimore. It was an integrated public school, with students bused in from other districts. It was my first experience with blacks. There was daily harassment by black groups on soft whites.
Thefts, assaults, intimidation.
If I ever wrote a book, it would be titled "Gimme a nickel." In a threatening/intimidating manner, this would be stated with a palm out - "Gimme a nickel." The victim would reach in his pocket, pull out his lunch money, and the perps would usually then grab the entire handful of change from his or her hand.
Teachers and administration turned a blind eye to all of it. White students quickly learned they were on their own. I went to school there for three years and hated it. I was a jock/tough guy - they only targeted the weak, scared and vulnerable whites. We called it "Little Africa." It truly was the law of the jungle there. Only the strong survived/were spared.
Never, ever, once did I see an incident of white-on-black crime there. Countless black-on- white, however.
During the winter of 1974, my best friend, Mike Lawson, and I visited "Two Guys" department store on Belair Road. We were both 16-year old white males. Mike's driving and he steers towards a parking slot.
An opposite approaching car does likewise. After a few seconds, the other car backs up. Mike pulls in and we get out. The other car driver (he'd parked a few slots away) comes walking towards us. He's an adult black male with a female acquaintance.
Without saying a word, he approaches Mike and sucker punches him in the face. I immediately grabbed the guy and threw him to the ground hard. I remember one of his shoes flew off when I upended him. I hit him once or twice and he submitted.
I then let him go seconds later and watched him walk away. I then turned back towards Mike. He was holding his hand over his eyebrow area. Blood was pouring through his fingers. Mike said, "He punched me with a key."
He was laid wide open. We got the dude's tag #, went to Mike's house and his mom took us to the hospital. Mike gets stitched up in the emergency room. Baltimore city police are called. The cop followed up on the tag # and vehicle description. It came back to a black female who he interviewed at her house.
She lived minutes away from the Two Guys store. She denied any involvement or knowledge of the incident or suspect. The cop said there was nothing he could do. Mike and I joined the Maryland State Police together January 3rd of 1978.
To this day I regret letting that scumbag off easy.
In June of 1975 around 3pm, I get off the #22 bus near Erdman shopping center coming home from school. I was 17 years old and minding my own business. I'm alone walking in front of the G.C.Murphy store.
Curbside near me, a van with two black men in it is driving slowly next to me. As The Beaver and Wally used to say, they were "giving me the business." They were letting me know what they thought about white boys.
They then parked, got out and approached me. I was now walking backwards with both of them facing me. As they continued their racial assault on me verbally, I made the mistake of letting them get within arms reach of me. I remember looking towards the one to my right, and then the blur of an arm coming towards me from the left.
I then felt the explosion/shattering of an empty glass bottle on my face. I grabbed this ass immediately and pulled him into a headlock. I could see absolutely nothing due to the blood pouring into my eyes. While I was punching this scums face with my right hand, his accomplice was punching and kicking on me.
Very quickly I felt the first guy go limp and realized I had knocked him out. I dropped him and grabbed the second guy. I threw him onto the ground and between wipes of the blood from my eyes, saw him get up and run back to their van. I kept wiping away blood, looked down at the unconscious guy, and looked over at the van.
The second guy emerged with a tire iron and headed towards me. I remember double-checking the unconscious guy, then preparing for the guy with the tire iron. I raised up both my hands defensively to block th
e tire iron, wiping away blood to see better, as we both were heading towards each other.
Lights and siren came next as a marked city police car flew in from around the corner of the shopping center. Me and the tire iron guy were maybe 15 or 20 feet from each other when the cop got out. I remember him looking real quick at the unconscious guy on the ground, then at me (covered with blood and my skull exposed, the skin flapped over into my eyes) and then at the dude with the upraised tire iron.
He yelled drop that tire iron. I can still see it clear as day. The black guy was looking at the cop when he yelled to drop it. He paused, then looked back towards me. He began walking towards me again with it still raised high. The cop then pulled out his gun and yelled drop it or I'll shoot. The guy stopped, looked back at the gun pointed towards him, and dropped the tire iron.
The two black guys were taken away in a paddy wagon and I was taken in an ambulance to Union Memorial hospital. In the E.R., a nurse asked me if I wanted the E.R. doctor to stitch me up, or a plastic surgeon to come in. I hadn't seen myself yet, but I knew it was bad.
I told her I didn't want to look like Frankenstein, and I preferred a plastic surgeon. She told me they'd call one in and it wouldn't be too long. At some point before he got there, I asked to use the bathroom. Big mistake. In front of the mirror I almost passed out. It is very unsettling to see ones own skull, with your skin separated and flapped over as if filleted.
In August 1975, the two guys faced their criminal charges. They both plead not guilty. Their defense was that I was a racist who instigated the event by calling them niggers. They were only defending themselves with an empty bottle and tire iron because I was a violent high school football player who they were scared of.
I remember the judge saying, "You want me to believe this lone high school kid started a fight with two grown men for no reason? Then you're so scared of him that you get out of the safety of your vehicle, to approach him with weapons?" The judge found them both guilty, but I don't recall what their sentences were.
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