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I was in Florida in about 87/88, and I was on a greyhound bus leaving orlando to Tampa. When I got on the bus, all I saw was this sea of black faces looking at me. I couldn't figure out why I was getting this look of, well, almost hatred...

Then, as I'm walking down the aisle looking for a place to sit I get to the back of the bus and there is only one open seat where I was being "allowed" to sit: right next to a skinhead. This guy's arms were covered with the crappiest jailhouse tattoos I'd ever seen. One of the tattoos was of a blackman with a noose around his neck, and there were several others that I recognized as White Supremacy stuff...

I remember thinking to myself "Great. A bus full of black people, and I am being forced to sit next to this prick... I am sooo dead."

So, I'm sitting there, trying to ignore the obvious predicament that I am in, not saying anything to anyone, not making any eye contact or anything, minding my own business... feeling very uncomfortable...

Then the skinhead started talking... He was, from what he said, going to attend his brother's trial for beating a black man to death. And he's asking me where I'm going, and I'm replying "Wherever you are NOT."

Finally, as I'm sitting there listening to his crap, I've about had enough and I told the guy to shut the F up... So then he looks at me, and goes..."You're not white, are you." and I said "No s**t. What was your first clue, Sherlock? I am Iroquois." and he then called me a "Praire N****r" which was pretty stupid since my people didn't live on prairies, and was demanding I move to another seat, so I finally prevailed upon a guy up a few rows to let me sit with him. He was a Jamaican guy named Phil. Cool dude. By that point it was clear I wasn't associated with the skinhead, so he let me sit with him. The rest of the trip was uneventful until...

...we got to Tampa, it was around 1 AM and there was no one and I mean no one around at the bus depot. The Skinhead got off the bus, and was followed by several VERY ticked off black men and the whole bus was laughing as this punk took off running faster than I had ever seen anyone run in my life... followed very closely by the aforementioned gentlemen...

Never did find out what happened to the guy. Heh heh heh...