[B-Chan]

I live in an otherwise wonderful inner city neighborhood. But down the block from us is a notorious Section 8 ( = almost entirely black) apartment building, and it has recently become a source of crime in our neighborhood. The house two doors down from ours was burgled about a month ago. About two weeks ago, our good friends around the corner got hit. Same M.O. in both cases: the parasites comes in daytime when decent people are at work, kick down the back door, rifle the house, and split. I know these are kids because they take video equipment, shiny things, and personal electronics and do not bother to look for fencible or pawnable items, or the victim's drugs and weapons, as a professional thief would. The cops found a trail of athletic shoe prints leading from our friends' back door to the apartment complex. To date no suspects have been IDd or arrested, nor has any of the stolen property been recovered.

I'm a professional writer, so I'm at home working during the day. The day after our friends were robbed, I cleaned and oiled Mr. Mossberg and moved him to an easily accessible location (I keep him put away when Baby Chan is at home). Should the Section 8 Gang choose my home as their next target, I'm prepared to take their lives if necessary in defense of my life and the lives of my family members.

Most of the employees of our family business are black. Among them is one guy, a longtime employee and family friend, who does cabinetmaking as a side job. About two years ago, this man was in my home building bookshelves when he spied a black teenager ride by our house on a bike. Our friend downed tools, went out the front door, and watched as the kid rode away. He then turned to me and said, "Black people got no business in this neighborhood. That kid is looking for a place to rob." "He's probably just going to the store or something," I replied. He looked at me like I was crazy. "No he ain't. If you see a black kid that age in this neighborhood, he goin' to rob or kill somebody. Call the cops." At the time, I thought he was going a little bit overboard. I no longer think that.

[MNDude]

A while ago I got attacked by a gang of about 7 thugs like this.

Fortunately, I was right out of the military, so I was in the best shape of my life.

I was just minding my own business, and all these guys started slugging me. I was next to a busy street so I began trying to throw these guys in front of the moving cars to take out a few.

I wish I could say I killed a few, or even beat up a few. But at least I was lucky to fight them off as I retreated to a nearby gas station. Once I got there, in the light, they all retreated. A couple minutes later a cop came by to give me a ride home.

I’ve got to say, that experience gave me a sick feeling fear in my stomach that’s probably still part of me.