It is nice to listen to voices like those of Mr. Colin Flaherty and Jesse Lee Peterson.
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I am a Proud Cracker, as the blacks love to call us. As if it hurt’s my feelings or something. There is no words that any black guy can say to hurt a cracker, but violence does hurt. It hurts, because all it does is fuels more violence, but it is obvious that this is exactly what blacks want. Not all, I don’t believe, but many of the young blacks. You see, I was a recipient of a black on cracker violence about 5 yrs ago. It went like this, One beautiful morning I was on my way to work, jumped into my truck, then proceeded down the road, I got about 1 mile or so down the road, when I encountered trouble with my truck, so instead of going to work right away, I made the decision to drop off my truck at the closes Ford Dealership, and pull one of those work order slips out of a box they had set outside, so you can explain what the trouble is with your vehicle then drop your key in the drop box, along with the info. Well, this was done, but before I go on I have to tell you that, I had just had an operation on my left shoulder, two or three days before this, so my arm was in a sling, so anyway I proceeded to walk back home at about 5:45 in the morning, and it was still dark out, and as I had wlked approx. 3 blocks, a car went by me in this residential area, then all of a sudden made a U turn and then came to a stop at the corner house right where I had just past by, I didn’t think much about it, because I thought that whoever was in the car lived at the corner house, but then, the driver put on his HI-Beam lights, and that caught my attention, all of a sudden I hear One door open then shut, another door open, then shut, then one more door open then shut, as that was happening I just kept on walking, hoping it wasn’t what I thought it was going to be, then again all of a sudden, I hear the clapping of shoes hitting the concrete walk way, as if they were running, when that happen, I turned quickly, by then the first one was just about ready to come down on my head with a bat, all three had bat’s, and without thinking my response was to reach up to stop the blow, with my left hand that was in the sling, grabbed his wrist, then brought my leg up as quick as I could and kicked the first guy in the special purpose, (NUTS) then took off running as that guy fell to the ground, just before the others were coming at me with their bat’s, I then had enough time to jump on some guys porch that was approx. 42″ wide, and had columns, the reason for me jumping on that porch was, I figured they would have a harder time swinging their bat’s without hitting a column or the guys house, and by doing that, the noise of banging would wake the occupence of that house up, so there I was in my defensive position ready to do battle with three guy’s with bat’s, and do the best I can to protect myself, and hopefully hurt them, and just before They got up to me, the guy in the car drove up, honked his horn, and waved they guy’s back into the car, then took off, I was Lucky. The young guys were all black and they were ready to kill me if they could. The only injury I recieve was I opened up my operated wound, and it was bleeding quite abit, other than that, I was cool. To shorten this up, let me say this, I am not the Racist one, the Blacks are the Racist, but they take advantage of the issue of racism, by calling anything any cracker does as a racial attack, when the truth is, yes it is racial, and the racist is them, not this cracker, all any black has to see is my Grandchildren, they are all light skin cracker & Black, and I love them very much, no matter what, and their father’s, I feel the same. All I can say is this, I am not worried about what is going on in the minds of blacks, so I keep my mind of them, but I will never forget what happened by ignorance was I attacked. I am ready to protect myself, and my family, along with anyone else who is being attacked, if I am around, I will step in and protect my cracker Brother, no matter who it maybe. I don’t want a confrontation, but I will not back down from one. It is The black man that is the Racist, and they are proving it everyday.
michael11,
You are so right and it starts right at the top. The most racial person I have ever even heard about lives in our White House. I can’t believe how anyone can hate skin color the way Michelle Obama does. The blacks in this country know this and believe they can get away with anything and everything as long as the Obamas are in charge. What is really sad is that it’s the truth. The president, the head of DOJ, etc. will forgive any wrong a black does against any other race. Sad but true.
for some black people,they grew up,hearing racist against black.,slavery is gone,get over it. i don’t want to hear blacks say,i don’t have a chance. “EVERYONE” ,has chance. stay,in school,even if grades are low, get a diploma,you need it. for those ,that can’t afford community or larger college,there are other ways. there are small classes,you can take,also ,on line training,then you usually go somewhere in your state to take final test. i ride our bus system here, and every day, i see black girls ,with books,come to find out,they are learning ,the medical field,doesn’t have to be a dr. there ,”all”, types of medical jobs. i always tell these ,good for you,as there will always be a need for one of these.same goes for other jobs too. you have to go for it,it,won’t come to you. that goes for any race,so don’t complain,if you don’t try. hope this gives some people , the courage to go for it. to those ,that do,best of luck. pl,orl,fla
Patricia, you are so superbly correct. I want to share a little bit about me with you. I am 76 years old; grew up on a farm in South Texas. My dad was a share cropper (had to give half of what he earned to the owner). We were very poor: my first few years of school we had no electricity or running water in our home. We finally got water and an indoor toilet in our home when I was in junior high. My dad went to Central Texas every summer to gather together several black families and take them back to our farm to pick our cotton. I picked cotton every summer until I graduated from high school in order to make a few bucks so could buy my school supplies. When the cotton was all picked, we pulled corn for several weeks. One of my chores was to milk the cow every morning before I went to school. My freshman year, my mom got a “one tub” washing machine, so we at least had a wringer to run the clothers thru and no longer had to wring them out by hand – then we hung them on the line to dry so we could later iron all of them. In the winter, we butchered a hog and we had to clean the casings of the hog for our sausages. My sisters and I worked several day in the ice cold weather doing this. We did not have a phone; if a young man wanted to ask us out, he had to drive out to our home to ask us; then come back for our actual date. We finally got a TV when I was a Jr. in high school. One year for Christmas, the 3 of us got a bike (not each of us; we shared one bike) and were thrilled beyond words. I also sewed all of my clothes. I also worked at various other jobs during the summer (waiting on customers in a variety store and keeping books at a grain elevator) – we never had a leisurely summer; we just worked. My dad (and my mom) worked very, very hard all their lives and we appreciated them beyond words. My sisters and I realized that in order to have a better situation than Dad was able to provide, we would have to assert ourselves and all 3 of us did. We studied hard and my older sis was Valedictorian of her class, I was Salutatorian of mine, and my younger sis was “Highest Ranking Girl”. These honors gave us grants for college and my Dad borrowed the balance. I cannot recall ever feeling sorry for myself nor thinking that our status in life was “not fair.” We went to church and Sunday school every Sunday and were very active in our church youth group. There was much love in our home and having that and God in our lives gave us the hope and desire to make something of ourselves. We were always taught (at home AND in school) that you must crawl before you can walk and you must walk before you can run. It is sad to see what our culture has evolved into and I wonder sometimes if God isn’t sitting up there, looking down on us, and just shaking His head with what He sees going on ‘down here’.
I love Jesse Lee…I hope that he has 24/7 protection and beyond that, I pray that God keeps him safe.
This one will be emailed. It’s that good. Thank you for posting it.
I agree with michael11,The Blacks feel they can do as they wish because the OBAMAS and HOLDER run things and in their minds and way of thinking Blacks do nothing wrong. Holder and the D O J will not prosecute a brother for a crime against whitey because being white is a racial crime these days.