Preppers’ PING!!
I was caught up in the Rodney King riot in SF CA. It was WAY more sedate than the real riot in So Cal, but there were still many angry black people looking to hurt white people. I am very pale.
Anyway, in the beginning it was a fun, carnival atmosphere until I realized I was the only white person in sight, not counting the lines of cops at the end of the street (who would not let me pass; they told me to turn back).
There was a fancy hotel right there (on Market St) and I opted to enter so as to escape the mob. Well, they locked the doors to blacks and whites alike that night - I was denied entry, and when I turned around I could see why: Rioters were hurling newspaper vending machines at the windows.
So anyway, I sensed that some in the crowd could turn against me at any moment, and I needed to get out of Dodge quick-like. I was almost in a panic. I weighed 150 and was, and still am not, an imposing figure. I only had a single card left in my deck of tricks, and I went with it 100%:
I faced the line(s) of cops, threw my fist in the air, channeled my inner Black Panther, and yelled convincingly "F THE POLICE ! F THE POLICE!" (The F was fully articulated).
It worked. A black dude dressed like a minister pointed at me and yelled "That man is a brother!"
Right then and there a black civil rights lawyer chick even hit on me a tiny bit, maybe because I was obviously down with the struggle. Actually, I was 100% down with the struggle called "getting back to suburbia alive".
I saw her on TV later that night giving an interview. She used the word "struggle"; I laughed heartily into my Guinness Extra Stout