White grandfather takes black granddaughter for a walk in the park. Nine cops draw tasers, handcuff him, and take granddaughter in a patrol car. This isn't the first time this has happened to them.
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If he'd been black and the granddaughter white, they'd have beaten him to death. He should count himself lucky.
We're sooooo much better than the USSR.
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czarangelus: We're sooooo much better than the USSR.
You were what, 3, when that ceased to be a thing? How do you separate what is obvious pro-America propeganda from actual historic record and revisionist history by the anti-Communists?
You were what, 3, when that ceased to be a thing? How do you separate what is obvious pro-America propeganda from actual historic record and revisionist history by the anti-Communists?
They probably shouldn't have handcuffed him and treated him like a criminal from the get go. However, it is not too far-fetched to understand why a casual observer would wonder what is up with the older white dude chasing a five year old black girl down the street.
little hands of concrete: They probably shouldn't have handcuffed him and treated him like a criminal from the get go. However, it is not too far-fetched to understand why a casual observer would wonder what is up with the older white dude chasing a five year old black girl down the street.
Clearly she stole his wallet.
Clearly she stole his wallet.
That's a suin'. Somebody call the ACLU.
someone who may or may not be things: You were what, 3, when that ceased to be a thing? How do you separate what is obvious pro-America propeganda from actual historic record and revisionist history by the anti-Communists?
The archives of Russian newspapers in my university's library. Actually, they read a lot like US media nowadays. Blatant denials of readily observable reality with a significant portion of the population fighting tooth and nail to believe them.
The archives of Russian newspapers in my university's library. Actually, they read a lot like US media nowadays. Blatant denials of readily observable reality with a significant portion of the population fighting tooth and nail to believe them.
I think this deserves an ironic "Thanks, Obama!"
little hands of concrete:
Site's blocked as "political/advocacy" was this an old white guy chasing an upset granddaughter down the street or were they just playing?
Site's blocked as "political/advocacy" was this an old white guy chasing an upset granddaughter down the street or were they just playing?
little hands of concrete: They probably shouldn't have handcuffed him and treated him like a criminal from the get go. However, it is not too far-fetched to understand why a casual observer would wonder what is up with the older white dude chasing a five year old black girl down the street.
True. But it's all in the attitude, isn't it?
True. But it's all in the attitude, isn't it?
code_7: Site's blocked as "political/advocacy" was this an old white guy chasing an upset granddaughter down the street or were they just playing?
"A few years back Grits posed the question, "Is babysitting while white reasonable suspicion for police questioning?" after my granddaughter and I were detained and questioned at length in my neighborhood on suspicion of some nefarious deed (it was never quite clear what). In that incident, the police were pretty clear I was stopped solely because Ty, like her mother (who came to live with my wife and me when she was a child) is black, while I'm an almost stereotypical looking white Texas redneck. At the time, Grits was amazed that three squad cars were dispatched to question me for walking down the street with a child of a different race, detaining me for no good reason and scaring the bejeezus out of then-two-year old Ty.
Last night, though, Ty and I got the full jump-out-boys treatment, making our earlier interaction with Austin PD seem downright quaint. It could only have been more ridiculous if they'd actually arrested me, which for a while there didn't seem out of the question. (This is a personal tale much more than a policy analysis, so if you're only interested in the latter, don't bother to read further.)
Our story began at the Millennium Youth Center in central east Austin, which is a city-owned rec center just a few blocks from my home of 22 years. Ty, age 5, often spends the night with us on Fridays to give Mom and Dad a night off, and we'd taken her there to go roller skating after dinner out as a reward for a week's worth of excellent behavior scores in kindergarten.
Perhaps at 7:40 p.m. or so, after she'd had her fill of skating (if the event were put to music, the appropriate theme song would have been "Slip Slidin' Away"), I asked Ty if she'd like to walk home and let Grandma take the car. It was cool but pleasant out, and we were just a short distance from the house, with a city-bike path where we often walk dogs together taking us most of the way there. She was elated: This sounded like a big adventure, and within moments she was bouncing off the walls with excitement, making me think a walk home was just the thing to burn off some energy before bed time.
This was a terrible mistake on Grandpa's part. Not because we live in a relatively rough neighborhood. I know many of my neighbors, saints and scoundrels alike, and I did not and do not fear becoming a crime victim walking that route, even with a five year old in tow. No, apparently the only folks Ty and I had to fear were in uniform.
Our interaction with law enforcement began after we left the Millennium Center on foot, with the giddy five year old racing ahead and me trotting along behind admonishing her to stay out of the parking lot and stop when she gets to the sidewalk, don't run into the street, etc.. She was in a good mood, obeyed, and we held hands crossing the street and as we walked down the bike path toward Boggy Creek and back home.
Then behind us I heard someone call out, though I couldn't make out what was said. We stopped to look back, and there was a dark silhouette crossing the street who Ty thought was calling out to us. We waited, but then the silhouetted figure stopped, crouched down for a moment, then took a few steps back toward the rec center, appearing to speak to someone there. I shrugged it off and we walked on, but in a moment the figure began walking down the path toward us again, calling out when she was about 150 feet away. We stopped and waited. It was a brown-suited deputy constable, apparently out of breath from the short walk.
She told me to take my hand out of my pocket and to step away from Ty, declaring that someone had seen a white man chasing a black girl and reported a possible kidnapping. Then she began asking the five-year old about me. The last time this happened, Ty was barely two, and I wasn't about to let police question her. This time, though, at least initially, I decided to let her answer. "Do you know this man?" the deputy asked. "Yes," Ty mumbled shyly, "he's my Grandpa." The deputy couldn't understand her (though I did) and moved closer, hovering over the child slightly, repeating the question. Ty mumbled the same response, this time louder, but muffled through a burgeoning sob that threatened to break out in lieu of an answer. The deputy still didn't understand her: "What did you say?" she repeated. "He's my Grandpa!," Ty finally blurted, sharply and clearly, then rushed back over to me and grabbed hold of my leg. "Okay," said the deputy, relaxing, acknowledging the child probably wasn't being held against her will. (As we were talking, a car pulled up behind her on the bike path with its brights on - I couldn't tell what agency it was with)
Then she pulled out her pad and paper and asked "Can I get your name, sir, just for my report?" I told her I'd prefer not to answer any questions and would like to leave, if we were free to go, so I could get the child to bed. She looked skeptical but nodded and Ty and I turned tail and walked toward home. Ty was angrier about this, even, than I was. "Why is it," she demanded a few steps down the path, stomping her feet and swinging her little arms as she said it, "that the police won't ever believe you're my Grandpa?" (Our earlier run in had clearly made an impression, though she hadn't mentioned it in ages.) "Why do you think it is?," I asked, hoping to fend her off with the Socratic method. She paused, then said sheepishly, "Because you're white?" I grinned at her and said, "That's part of it, for sure. But we don't care about that, do we?" "No," she said sternly as we walked across the bridge spanning Boggy Creek just south of 12th Street, "but the police should leave you alone. It's not right that they want to arrest you for being my Grandpa." More prescient words were never spoken.
Just as Ty uttered those words, I made her hold my hand so we could trot across 12th Street amidst the sporadic, Friday night traffic, waiting for a police car to pass before heading across just west of the railroad tracks. Literally my intentions were - the moment we made it safely across the street - to resume our conversation to explain to Ty that nobody wanted to arrest me for being her Grandpa, that that wasn't against the law, and that the deputy had only stopped us to make sure Ty was safe. But we never got a chance to have that conversation.
As soon as we crossed the street, just two blocks from my house as the crow flies, the police car that just passed us hit its lights and wheeled around, with five others appearing almost immediately, all with lights flashing. The officers got out with tasers drawn demanding I raise my hands and step away from the child. I complied, and they roughly cuffed me, jerking my arms up behind me needlessly. Meanwhile, Ty edged up the hill away from the officers, crying. One of them called out in a comforting tone that they weren't there to hurt her, but another officer blew up any good will that might have garnered by brusquely snatching her up and scuttling her off to the back seat of one of the police cars. (By this time more cars had joined them; they maxxed out at 9 or 10 police vehicles.) I gave them the phone numbers they needed to confirm who Ty was and that she was supposed to be with me (and not in the back of their police car), but for quite a while nobody seemed too interested in verifying my "story." One officer wanted to lecture me endlessly about how they were just doing their job, as if the innocent person handcuffed on the side of the road cares about such excuses. I asked why he hadn't made any calls yet, and he interrupted his lecture to say "we've only been here two minutes, give us time" (actually it'd been longer than that). "Maybe so," I replied, sitting on the concrete in handcuffs, "but there are nine of y'all milling about doing nothing by my count so between you you've had 18 minutes for somebody to get on the damn phone by now so y'all can figure out you screwed up." Admittedly, this did not go over well. I could tell I was too pissed off to say anything constructive and silently vowed to keep mum from then on. "
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"A few years back Grits posed the question, "Is babysitting while white reasonable suspicion for police questioning?" after my granddaughter and I were detained and questioned at length in my neighborhood on suspicion of some nefarious deed (it was never quite clear what). In that incident, the police were pretty clear I was stopped solely because Ty, like her mother (who came to live with my wife and me when she was a child) is black, while I'm an almost stereotypical looking white Texas redneck. At the time, Grits was amazed that three squad cars were dispatched to question me for walking down the street with a child of a different race, detaining me for no good reason and scaring the bejeezus out of then-two-year old Ty.
Last night, though, Ty and I got the full jump-out-boys treatment, making our earlier interaction with Austin PD seem downright quaint. It could only have been more ridiculous if they'd actually arrested me, which for a while there didn't seem out of the question. (This is a personal tale much more than a policy analysis, so if you're only interested in the latter, don't bother to read further.)
Our story began at the Millennium Youth Center in central east Austin, which is a city-owned rec center just a few blocks from my home of 22 years. Ty, age 5, often spends the night with us on Fridays to give Mom and Dad a night off, and we'd taken her there to go roller skating after dinner out as a reward for a week's worth of excellent behavior scores in kindergarten.
Perhaps at 7:40 p.m. or so, after she'd had her fill of skating (if the event were put to music, the appropriate theme song would have been "Slip Slidin' Away"), I asked Ty if she'd like to walk home and let Grandma take the car. It was cool but pleasant out, and we were just a short distance from the house, with a city-bike path where we often walk dogs together taking us most of the way there. She was elated: This sounded like a big adventure, and within moments she was bouncing off the walls with excitement, making me think a walk home was just the thing to burn off some energy before bed time.
This was a terrible mistake on Grandpa's part. Not because we live in a relatively rough neighborhood. I know many of my neighbors, saints and scoundrels alike, and I did not and do not fear becoming a crime victim walking that route, even with a five year old in tow. No, apparently the only folks Ty and I had to fear were in uniform.
Our interaction with law enforcement began after we left the Millennium Center on foot, with the giddy five year old racing ahead and me trotting along behind admonishing her to stay out of the parking lot and stop when she gets to the sidewalk, don't run into the street, etc.. She was in a good mood, obeyed, and we held hands crossing the street and as we walked down the bike path toward Boggy Creek and back home.
Then behind us I heard someone call out, though I couldn't make out what was said. We stopped to look back, and there was a dark silhouette crossing the street who Ty thought was calling out to us. We waited, but then the silhouetted figure stopped, crouched down for a moment, then took a few steps back toward the rec center, appearing to speak to someone there. I shrugged it off and we walked on, but in a moment the figure began walking down the path toward us again, calling out when she was about 150 feet away. We stopped and waited. It was a brown-suited deputy constable, apparently out of breath from the short walk.
She told me to take my hand out of my pocket and to step away from Ty, declaring that someone had seen a white man chasing a black girl and reported a possible kidnapping. Then she began asking the five-year old about me. The last time this happened, Ty was barely two, and I wasn't about to let police question her. This time, though, at least initially, I decided to let her answer. "Do you know this man?" the deputy asked. "Yes," Ty mumbled shyly, "he's my Grandpa." The deputy couldn't understand her (though I did) and moved closer, hovering over the child slightly, repeating the question. Ty mumbled the same response, this time louder, but muffled through a burgeoning sob that threatened to break out in lieu of an answer. The deputy still didn't understand her: "What did you say?" she repeated. "He's my Grandpa!," Ty finally blurted, sharply and clearly, then rushed back over to me and grabbed hold of my leg. "Okay," said the deputy, relaxing, acknowledging the child probably wasn't being held against her will. (As we were talking, a car pulled up behind her on the bike path with its brights on - I couldn't tell what agency it was with)
Then she pulled out her pad and paper and asked "Can I get your name, sir, just for my report?" I told her I'd prefer not to answer any questions and would like to leave, if we were free to go, so I could get the child to bed. She looked skeptical but nodded and Ty and I turned tail and walked toward home. Ty was angrier about this, even, than I was. "Why is it," she demanded a few steps down the path, stomping her feet and swinging her little arms as she said it, "that the police won't ever believe you're my Grandpa?" (Our earlier run in had clearly made an impression, though she hadn't mentioned it in ages.) "Why do you think it is?," I asked, hoping to fend her off with the Socratic method. She paused, then said sheepishly, "Because you're white?" I grinned at her and said, "That's part of it, for sure. But we don't care about that, do we?" "No," she said sternly as we walked across the bridge spanning Boggy Creek just south of 12th Street, "but the police should leave you alone. It's not right that they want to arrest you for being my Grandpa." More prescient words were never spoken.
Just as Ty uttered those words, I made her hold my hand so we could trot across 12th Street amidst the sporadic, Friday night traffic, waiting for a police car to pass before heading across just west of the railroad tracks. Literally my intentions were - the moment we made it safely across the street - to resume our conversation to explain to Ty that nobody wanted to arrest me for being her Grandpa, that that wasn't against the law, and that the deputy had only stopped us to make sure Ty was safe. But we never got a chance to have that conversation.
As soon as we crossed the street, just two blocks from my house as the crow flies, the police car that just passed us hit its lights and wheeled around, with five others appearing almost immediately, all with lights flashing. The officers got out with tasers drawn demanding I raise my hands and step away from the child. I complied, and they roughly cuffed me, jerking my arms up behind me needlessly. Meanwhile, Ty edged up the hill away from the officers, crying. One of them called out in a comforting tone that they weren't there to hurt her, but another officer blew up any good will that might have garnered by brusquely snatching her up and scuttling her off to the back seat of one of the police cars. (By this time more cars had joined them; they maxxed out at 9 or 10 police vehicles.) I gave them the phone numbers they needed to confirm who Ty was and that she was supposed to be with me (and not in the back of their police car), but for quite a while nobody seemed too interested in verifying my "story." One officer wanted to lecture me endlessly about how they were just doing their job, as if the innocent person handcuffed on the side of the road cares about such excuses. I asked why he hadn't made any calls yet, and he interrupted his lecture to say "we've only been here two minutes, give us time" (actually it'd been longer than that). "Maybe so," I replied, sitting on the concrete in handcuffs, "but there are nine of y'all milling about doing nothing by my count so between you you've had 18 minutes for somebody to get on the damn phone by now so y'all can figure out you screwed up." Admittedly, this did not go over well. I could tell I was too pissed off to say anything constructive and silently vowed to keep mum from then on. "
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someone who may or may not be things: You were what, 3, when that ceased to be a thing? How do you separate what is obvious pro-America propeganda from actual historic record and revisionist history by the anti-Communists?
Read history books. Read contemporary account.
And get over yourself, fatsean.
Read history books. Read contemporary account.
And get over yourself, fatsean.
intentionally left blank: Read history books. Read contemporary account.
And get over yourself, fatsean.
That wasn't my anonymous post but I agree with the point it has made. And you really need to stop justifying your support of past bad ideas.
And get over yourself, fatsean.
That wasn't my anonymous post but I agree with the point it has made. And you really need to stop justifying your support of past bad ideas.
fatsean: That wasn't my anonymous post but I agree with the point it has made. And you really need to stop justifying your support of past bad ideas.
Study history you moron. Primary sources.
Study history you moron. Primary sources.
intentionally left blank: Study history you moron. Primary sources.
Three sides to every story my friend. Three sides, you mealy mouthed pablum puking apologist!
Three sides to every story my friend. Three sides, you mealy mouthed pablum puking apologist!
I would like to say I find this hard to believe, but unfortunately, something similar happened to one of my best friends.
We were watching a PPV fight at his house one night and he went outside to call his uncle and give him directions to get there. This was the first time the uncle had been there and he has a terrible sense of direction.
While standing in the driveway of his own home, a cop pulled up, told him to drop his phone and get face down on the pavement. Being black, he knew to comply and not mouth off to the cop. As this was going on, his uncle who is white, pulls up in his BMW, jumps out and says, "What the hell is going on? Why do you have my nephew on the ground in his own driveway???'
That stunned the cop for a second, but then he let my friend get up and just said that they had had reports of a suspicious person in the neighborhood (BS) and he was merely doing his job. No apology, no nothing. Cop leaves, they come in the house. We're all sitting around watching the prefight and say, "what took so long?" and they give us the story. We were stunned. There were 7 of us sitting there, including one guy that's an attorney, and the only reason we didnt look outside is because the uncle is so notoriously bad with directions that we assumed it was taking a long time to direct him in.
The attorney helped him file a complaint, but he dropped it because he didnt think it was worth the trouble.
We were watching a PPV fight at his house one night and he went outside to call his uncle and give him directions to get there. This was the first time the uncle had been there and he has a terrible sense of direction.
While standing in the driveway of his own home, a cop pulled up, told him to drop his phone and get face down on the pavement. Being black, he knew to comply and not mouth off to the cop. As this was going on, his uncle who is white, pulls up in his BMW, jumps out and says, "What the hell is going on? Why do you have my nephew on the ground in his own driveway???'
That stunned the cop for a second, but then he let my friend get up and just said that they had had reports of a suspicious person in the neighborhood (BS) and he was merely doing his job. No apology, no nothing. Cop leaves, they come in the house. We're all sitting around watching the prefight and say, "what took so long?" and they give us the story. We were stunned. There were 7 of us sitting there, including one guy that's an attorney, and the only reason we didnt look outside is because the uncle is so notoriously bad with directions that we assumed it was taking a long time to direct him in.
The attorney helped him file a complaint, but he dropped it because he didnt think it was worth the trouble.
fatsean: Three sides to every story my friend. Three sides, you mealy mouthed pablum puking apologist!
You really are stupid.
I've known stupid people, but you really are stupid,
Ignorance can be fixed, if the person is willing.
But you are willfully ignorant and willfully stupid. Astonishing.
You really are stupid.
I've known stupid people, but you really are stupid,
Ignorance can be fixed, if the person is willing.
But you are willfully ignorant and willfully stupid. Astonishing.
code_7: Site's blocked as "political/advocacy" was this an old white guy chasing an upset granddaughter down the street or were they just playing?
My mother carried my birth certificate with her until I went to school.
My mother carried my birth certificate with her until I went to school.
code_7: Site's blocked as "political/advocacy" was this an old white guy chasing an upset granddaughter down the street or were they just playing?
They were playing.
They were playing.
little hands of concrete: However, it is not too far-fetched to understand why a casual observer would wonder what is up with the older white dude chasing a five year old black girl down the street.
Yes, that's exactly how pedophiles do their dirty work. They find five-year-olds who are wandering unattended in the street, and chase them.
Yes, that's exactly how pedophiles do their dirty work. They find five-year-olds who are wandering unattended in the street, and chase them.
What's hilarious is how rare, how unbelievably uncommon, child abduction or rape by a stranger is. You have to worry about creepy uncle Ted, not about a total stranger.
whitebread: My mother carried my birth certificate with her until I went to school.
That's incredibly sad.
czarangelus: What's hilarious is how rare, how unbelievably uncommon, child abduction or rape by a stranger is. You have to worry about creepy uncle Ted, not about a total stranger.
You get a plus 1 for being accurate for a change.
That's incredibly sad.
czarangelus: What's hilarious is how rare, how unbelievably uncommon, child abduction or rape by a stranger is. You have to worry about creepy uncle Ted, not about a total stranger.
You get a plus 1 for being accurate for a change.
I am not justifying why the cops treated him this way. I am saying as a casual observer if I saw a white man chasing a five year old girl or a black man chasing a five year white girl down the street, in my mind, I would wonder, "What is up with that?"
little hands of concrete: I am not justifying why the cops treated him this way. I am saying as a casual observer if I saw a white man chasing a five year old girl or a black man chasing a five year white girl down the street, in my mind, I would wonder, "What is up with that?"
I suggest there ought to be some space between "What is up with that?" and RAPIST
I suggest there ought to be some space between "What is up with that?" and RAPIST
intentionally left blank: You really are stupid.
I've known stupid people, but you really are stupid,
Ignorance can be fixed, if the person is willing.
But you are willfully ignorant and willfully stupid. Astonishing.
You're a product of your era and it shows.
I've known stupid people, but you really are stupid,
Ignorance can be fixed, if the person is willing.
But you are willfully ignorant and willfully stupid. Astonishing.
You're a product of your era and it shows.
fuck son, they didn't even handcuff Al fucking Capone. Why do nine armed cops need to handcuff this guy?
czarangelus: I suggest there ought to be some space between "What is up with that?" and RAPIST
I am 100% against the way this man and his grand-daughter was treated by the police once they were notified. I can understand why a casual observer would not make the immediate leap, "Oh, that is obviously a white man just playing with his black granddaughter." I'm sure many people living in the neighborhood knew what the deal was and just smile when they see them playing. Somebody from the outside? Not so much.
I am 100% against the way this man and his grand-daughter was treated by the police once they were notified. I can understand why a casual observer would not make the immediate leap, "Oh, that is obviously a white man just playing with his black granddaughter." I'm sure many people living in the neighborhood knew what the deal was and just smile when they see them playing. Somebody from the outside? Not so much.
Are while folks kidnapping a lot of black kids now for house slaves?
little hands of concrete: I am 100% against the way this man and his grand-daughter was treated by the police once they were notified. I can understand why a casual observer would not make the immediate leap, "Oh, that is obviously a white man just playing with his black granddaughter." I'm sure many people living in the neighborhood knew what the deal was and just smile when they see them playing. Somebody from the outside? Not so much.
I agree. I was ok with the first interaction with police. After that it was ridiculous.
I agree. I was ok with the first interaction with police. After that it was ridiculous.
That "cops standing around" thing really gets me, too. It can't take that long to check for outstanding warrants once you have my license, assholes. Why don't you go catch that levee rapist once you realize I'm not actually in Al Queso and/or the CIA?
When I was preparing to be a father for the first time, I started seeing a bunch of stories about dads being hassled, and even in one case practically arrested, for sitting at the park and watching their kid(s). Essentially, busybody moms would get scared about some guy at the park and call the cops, who would show up and assume the guy was a perv, because men don't actually take their kids to the park or raise them. It gave me enough anxiety that I had to call a friend's therapist (who was nice enough to talk to me after office hours) who told me this was a very common fear for new fathers, so that made me feel a bit better.
Now, when I go to the park or wherever with my kid, I make a big production of paying attention to her at first, then let her go play and just keep an eye on her. I also spend time talking to the other parents and pointing out my kid. I haven't had a problem yet.
Now, when I go to the park or wherever with my kid, I make a big production of paying attention to her at first, then let her go play and just keep an eye on her. I also spend time talking to the other parents and pointing out my kid. I haven't had a problem yet.
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paranoyd: I also spend time talking to the other parents and pointing out my kid. I haven't had a problem yet.
The systematic sexism of stay at home, Lifetime channel moms horrifies me. If you have a dick, obviously, you can't be up to anything other than sticking it in the closest orifice. They're probably all embittered divorcees.
The systematic sexism of stay at home, Lifetime channel moms horrifies me. If you have a dick, obviously, you can't be up to anything other than sticking it in the closest orifice. They're probably all embittered divorcees.
czarangelus: The systematic sexism of stay at home, Lifetime channel moms horrifies me. If you have a dick, obviously, you can't be up to anything other than sticking it in the closest orifice. They're probably all embittered divorcees.
Actually, I have found them to be largely pleasant, sometimes frazzled, and very sympathetic. And generally hot. If I wasn't married ...
Actually, I have found them to be largely pleasant, sometimes frazzled, and very sympathetic. And generally hot. If I wasn't married ...
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Yeah, I remember when my girlfriend got in a rollover accident at 17. I was the passenger.
After we got home the cops accused us of leaving marijuana in their car. We'd never even touched the stuff at the time.
They assured us they checked before we got in. Bullshit.
Cops are loverly people...
After we got home the cops accused us of leaving marijuana in their car. We'd never even touched the stuff at the time.
They assured us they checked before we got in. Bullshit.
Cops are loverly people...
paranoyd: I haven't had a problem yet.
There is no problem with that here. A good friend of mine is black and hs wife is white. Her kids from a previous marriage are also blond. As in Aryan blond and blue eyes. He adopted them and yeah, AFAIK, there's never been any issue with cops or anything like that.
There is no problem with that here. A good friend of mine is black and hs wife is white. Her kids from a previous marriage are also blond. As in Aryan blond and blue eyes. He adopted them and yeah, AFAIK, there's never been any issue with cops or anything like that.
burntman: There is no problem with that here. A good friend of mine is black and hs wife is white. Her kids from a previous marriage are also blond. As in Aryan blond and blue eyes. He adopted them and yeah, AFAIK, there's never been any issue with cops or anything like that.
The heavy incarceration rate for black people combined with their lower percentage of the population makes for a pretty racist government.
Thankfully we had a Civil War to sort this out perfectly and forever, because that's how these things are solved...
The heavy incarceration rate for black people combined with their lower percentage of the population makes for a pretty racist government.
Thankfully we had a Civil War to sort this out perfectly and forever, because that's how these things are solved...
intentionally left blank: That's incredibly sad.
You get a plus 1 for being accurate for a change.
Why is that sad? It was a pilot program ferpetessake. Almost no white people had been allowed to cross-racially adopt back then and it's not like we lived in a multiracial area.
You get a plus 1 for being accurate for a change.
Why is that sad? It was a pilot program ferpetessake. Almost no white people had been allowed to cross-racially adopt back then and it's not like we lived in a multiracial area.
I know in my own state, in a town near where I once lived, there is a terrible pattern of racial bias in the police force. The mayor and police chief of the town have resigned in disgrace.
This shit isn't going away any time soon.
This shit isn't going away any time soon.
so vote republican: The heavy incarceration rate for black people combined with their lower percentage of the population makes for a pretty racist government.
Thankfully we had a Civil War to sort this out perfectly and forever, because that's how these things are solved...
yeah, but I live in post apartheid south africa.
Thankfully we had a Civil War to sort this out perfectly and forever, because that's how these things are solved...
yeah, but I live in post apartheid south africa.
Anyone wanting more information on just how committed to egalitarianism America has been known to be should watch PBS' "Slavery by Any Other Name" tonight. It's been banned in some federal prisons, so it's probably good.
canu:
Cool, thanks for the repost, I'm getting pissed just reading that little bit, so it's prolly best you didn't post the entire thing..
Cool, thanks for the repost, I'm getting pissed just reading that little bit, so it's prolly best you didn't post the entire thing..
so vote republican: Thankfully we had a Civil War to sort this out perfectly and forever, because that's how these things are solved...
No, they're solved by repealing the Civil Rights Act that's causing all the racism, don't you get the Ron Paul newsletter?
No, they're solved by repealing the Civil Rights Act that's causing all the racism, don't you get the Ron Paul newsletter?
whitebread: It's been banned in some federal prisons, so it's probably good.
That's what they told me about heroin.
That's what they told me about heroin.
burntman: Who's an idiot?CZARANGELUS IS AN IDIOT
Yeah cuz I'd much rather be thrown in prison for decades by a racist government than not get served at the Koffee Kup Kafe in Kissimee. Glad we have our fucking priorities straight.
Yeah cuz I'd much rather be thrown in prison for decades by a racist government than not get served at the Koffee Kup Kafe in Kissimee. Glad we have our fucking priorities straight.
ricardo shadowban: That's what they told me about heroin.
Heroin is AWESOME. Why do you think people pay so much for it?
Heroin is AWESOME. Why do you think people pay so much for it?
brazil: http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/7/2009/07/donutcop.jpg
Feel it, funk it, amps it are junkin'
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunkin' Donuts shop,
sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down,
I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
jump around
jump around
Get up, get up and get down!
-House of Pain
~First thing to pop in my head seeing that pic...
Feel it, funk it, amps it are junkin'
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunkin' Donuts shop,
sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down,
I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
jump around
jump around
Get up, get up and get down!
-House of Pain
~First thing to pop in my head seeing that pic...
czarangelus: Yeah cuz I'd much rather be thrown in prison for decades by a racist government than not get served at the Koffee Kup Kafe in Kissimee. Glad we have our fucking priorities straight.
If you start conflating everything, well then it's just a whole pile of crazy. And no one gives a shit.
Posit your points succinctly and allow people to address those points. You are probably the only human being I know who would actually benefit from a course in Powerpoint.
If you start conflating everything, well then it's just a whole pile of crazy. And no one gives a shit.
Posit your points succinctly and allow people to address those points. You are probably the only human being I know who would actually benefit from a course in Powerpoint.
burntman: If you start conflating everything, well then it's just a whole pile of crazy. And no one gives a shit. Posit your points succinctly and allow people to address those points. You are probably the only human being I know who would actually benefit from a course in Powerpoint.
1. The worst thing that Koffee Kup Kafe can do is say, "Get outta here."
2. The worst thing that the government can do is beat you to death and/or lock you in isolation forever, which they frequently do.
One of those is WAY worse.
1. The worst thing that Koffee Kup Kafe can do is say, "Get outta here."
2. The worst thing that the government can do is beat you to death and/or lock you in isolation forever, which they frequently do.
One of those is WAY worse.
BTW, I was also pulled over in suburban Chicago and asked why I had a white baby in the back seat. I was a nanny at the time.
There is no winning.
There is no winning.
whitebread: Anyone wanting more information on just how committed to egalitarianism America has been known to be should watch PBS' "Slavery by Any Other Name" tonight. It's been banned in some federal prisons, so it's probably good.
That sounds really interesting, I'm going to check it out.
/Don't have cable or any hook up so I'll check it out online...
That sounds really interesting, I'm going to check it out.
/Don't have cable or any hook up so I'll check it out online...
code_7: That sounds really interesting, I'm going to check it out.
/Don't have cable or any hook up so I'll check it out online...
I think it will be an experience. Not an unmixed blessing, you know how knowledge can be double-edged.
/Don't have cable or any hook up so I'll check it out online...
I think it will be an experience. Not an unmixed blessing, you know how knowledge can be double-edged.
whitebread: BTW, I was also pulled over in suburban Chicago and asked why I had a white baby in the back seat. I was a nanny at the time.
There is no winning.
..Cause white babies are more tender...
There is no winning.
..Cause white babies are more tender...
As a white grandpa with black grandbabies, I'm getting a kick out of......
No I'm not. This pisses me off to no end. Twice?
No I'm not. This pisses me off to no end. Twice?
czarangelus: 1. The worst thing that Koffee Kup Kafe can do is say, "Get outta here."
2. The worst thing that the government can do is beat you to death and/or lock you in isolation forever, which they frequently do.
One of those is WAY worse.
Power-point 102: the horror of hyperbole.
2. The worst thing that the government can do is beat you to death and/or lock you in isolation forever, which they frequently do.
One of those is WAY worse.
Power-point 102: the horror of hyperbole.
burntman: Power-point 102: the horror of hyperbole.
Saying that X occurs, when X occurs, is not hyperbole.
Saying that X occurs, when X occurs, is not hyperbole.
eclecticman66: ..Cause white babies are more tender...
Depends, white meat tends to be dry. I suggest brining Caucasians before cooking.
Depends, white meat tends to be dry. I suggest brining Caucasians before cooking.
ricardo shadowban: No, they're solved by repealing the Civil Rights Act that's causing all the racism, don't you get the Ron Paul newsletter?
Oh yeah, that's right, it's the CRA that means we don't have any institutional racism.
Cut them in half with a machine gun and give them a Band-Aid.
Oh yeah, that's right, it's the CRA that means we don't have any institutional racism.
Cut them in half with a machine gun and give them a Band-Aid.
czarangelus: Saying that X occurs, when X occurs, is not hyperbole.
saying that it's X-TREME when x occurs is hyperbole
saying that it's X-TREME when x occurs is hyperbole
burntman: saying that it's X-TREME when x occurs is hyperbole
Locking people up forever is fairly extreme in my opinion.
Not as extreme as a goofy-foot triple ollie, but pretty close!
Locking people up forever is fairly extreme in my opinion.
Not as extreme as a goofy-foot triple ollie, but pretty close!
so vote republican: Locking people up forever is fairly extreme in my opinion.
Not as extreme as a goofy-foot triple nollie to railslide, but pretty close!
FTFY.
Yes I agree, but the point of communication is to communicate. So less 'RHETORIC' and more discourse. Or do you not agree?
Not as extreme as a goofy-foot triple nollie to railslide, but pretty close!
FTFY.
Yes I agree, but the point of communication is to communicate. So less 'RHETORIC' and more discourse. Or do you not agree?
eclecticman66: ..Cause white babies are more tender...
You know it! And they pick up marinades so well.
You know it! And they pick up marinades so well.
burntman: FTFY.
Yes I agree, but the point of communication is to communicate. So less 'RHETORIC' and more discourse. Or do you not agree?
Meh, if you're looking for less rhetoric, you're probably on the wrong website. Go ahead and call out every snarky rhetoric in this thread for example...
...I'll go read a couple reviews and get back to you...
Yes I agree, but the point of communication is to communicate. So less 'RHETORIC' and more discourse. Or do you not agree?
Meh, if you're looking for less rhetoric, you're probably on the wrong website. Go ahead and call out every snarky rhetoric in this thread for example...
...I'll go read a couple reviews and get back to you...
so vote republican: Meh, if you're looking for less rhetoric, you're probably on the wrong website. Go ahead and call out every snarky rhetoric in this thread for example...
...I'll go read a couple reviews and get back to you...
I'd argue there really is very little rhetoric on bN compared to other sites.
...I'll go read a couple reviews and get back to you...
I'd argue there really is very little rhetoric on bN compared to other sites.
whitebread: My mother carried my birth certificate with her until I went to school.
That is not right.
The part I find funny about using a birth certificate for ID is that you are no longer 6lbs 5oz, 16" long with a size -3 shoe.
It's just stupid to relying a birth certificate. BUT it is a legal form of ID.
That is not right.
The part I find funny about using a birth certificate for ID is that you are no longer 6lbs 5oz, 16" long with a size -3 shoe.
It's just stupid to relying a birth certificate. BUT it is a legal form of ID.
tabernash: That is not right.
The part I find funny about using a birth certificate for ID is that you are no longer 6lbs 5oz, 16" long with a size -3 shoe.
It's just stupid to relying a birth certificate. BUT it is a legal form of ID.
Well, in the early 70's not only did babies not have photo ID's, they didn't have SSN's, so it was the only proof of who I was she had.
Imho, people saying that wasn't right is sorta like taking Kipling to task for not being PC. It was what those times were like, just a few years after the Civil Rights Act went into effect.
The part I find funny about using a birth certificate for ID is that you are no longer 6lbs 5oz, 16" long with a size -3 shoe.
It's just stupid to relying a birth certificate. BUT it is a legal form of ID.
Well, in the early 70's not only did babies not have photo ID's, they didn't have SSN's, so it was the only proof of who I was she had.
Imho, people saying that wasn't right is sorta like taking Kipling to task for not being PC. It was what those times were like, just a few years after the Civil Rights Act went into effect.
whitebread: Well, in the early 70's not only did babies not have photo ID's, they didn't have SSN's, so it was the only proof of who I was she had.
Imho, people saying that wasn't right is sorta like taking Kipling to task for not being PC. It was what those times were like, just a few years after the Civil Rights Act went into effect.
I rennet that time period a Loy clearer than you do, despite the huge amounts of psychedelics I was consuming.
It was not right then and it is not right now. It may have been the norm, but that does not make it right.
Imho, people saying that wasn't right is sorta like taking Kipling to task for not being PC. It was what those times were like, just a few years after the Civil Rights Act went into effect.
I rennet that time period a Loy clearer than you do, despite the huge amounts of psychedelics I was consuming.
It was not right then and it is not right now. It may have been the norm, but that does not make it right.
tabernash: Ficking auto correct!
I remember that time a lot clearer....
I went off and read Helen O'Loy, you bastard!
I remember that time a lot clearer....
I went off and read Helen O'Loy, you bastard!
tabernash: I rennet that time period a Loy clearer than you do, despite the huge amounts of psychedelics I was consuming.
It was not right then and it is not right now. It may have been the norm, but that does not make it right.
It seems a bit specious to condemn same while people in this day and age on this very website completely deny that such things ever happened.
It was not right then and it is not right now. It may have been the norm, but that does not make it right.
It seems a bit specious to condemn same while people in this day and age on this very website completely deny that such things ever happened.
This is a huge worry for me as well. My daughter looks very white (the only tell that she might be mixed is the crazy hair). I'm expecting that someday i'll get the call that her mom got harassed by the cops. I am not looking forward to that day. Tho I suppose the chances are lowered because it's the mom who looks different, rather than the dad.
A cop once stopped to ask my son who I was. The boy was ten, I was thirty. "My Dad." "are you sure?" "What're you saying?" he asked indignantly. Cop walks away red-faced.
tabernash: I rennet that time period a Loy clearer than you do, despite the huge amounts of psychedelics I was consuming.
It was not right then and it is not right now. It may have been the norm, but that does not make it right.
My mechanic, Mike, is pasty white, and close to 30y/o. His mother is as black as midnight. His father was white, but irresponsible, and in prison. He never was much of a father.
Back to Mike. Sweetest man. Anyways, he has discovered that if he takes a girl to meet his mom, and they register shock, to see that as a red flag. He learned to do that after experiencing a few girls who were less than polite meeting his mom and afterward. I can't say as I blame him.
It was not right then and it is not right now. It may have been the norm, but that does not make it right.
My mechanic, Mike, is pasty white, and close to 30y/o. His mother is as black as midnight. His father was white, but irresponsible, and in prison. He never was much of a father.
Back to Mike. Sweetest man. Anyways, he has discovered that if he takes a girl to meet his mom, and they register shock, to see that as a red flag. He learned to do that after experiencing a few girls who were less than polite meeting his mom and afterward. I can't say as I blame him.
some anonymous troll: A cop once stopped to ask my son who I was. The boy was ten, I was thirty. "My Dad." "are you sure?" "What're you saying?" he asked indignantly. Cop walks away red-faced.
btw, we're both pasty-white. They just don't like it when a man and a child are walking in close proximity.
btw, we're both pasty-white. They just don't like it when a man and a child are walking in close proximity.
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