I was once surrounded by a number of Al Sharpton’s private army minions. It was the first anniversary of the death of Gavin Cato, Crown Heights, Brooklyn, and a little black kid smiled at me and opined that I did not look like a slave owner (what the fat chick who is a member of Al’s retinue accused me of looking like), and that really scorched their short hairs, so I was surrounded and treated to a lecture of how a Jew on Rhode Island used to control 40 percent of the slave trade, and therefore I was the devil incarnate. One of the faithful kept jumping into my face and screaming “You a debil!” at me. Had I sneezed, he would have accidentally bitten me, he was so close. The police were around, but mostly scared s*(&^less, but a few of them did stick close by to keep things civilized. I owe my departure in one piece to Mike Slomich of the Boston JDL, who, together with a few of his big guys, escorted me to his van and drove me home. So I think I might have some experience on the receiving end with private armies. Mhmm.
Boston JDL?
You a debbil!! :)