Years ago I was driving back from NAS WILLOW GROVE, PA, when I took a turn off the highway to ask for directions and found myself in the middle of a devastated Section 8 housing development. Immediately, a black guy stepped off the curb in front of my car to make me stop. A second later two other black teens came from each side and made to open the doors of my car. They were scowling and I was in trouble. However, I was wearing my Navy officer’s uniform and they must have mistaken it for a cop’s uniform for they abruptly did fast about-faces and wordlessly faded back into the shadows between the project buildings. I quickly returned to the highway. I have often wondered what would have become of me if I had not been in uniform.
You would have become a crime victim. Good thing they thought you were a cop.
I don’t get this. Trayvon was giving an ass whooping, according to this girl. So, are we now supposed to adopt ghetto social norms in the rest of society? In other words, if you get beaten by a black man, you have to take.it because he’s just expressing himself according to ghetto culture? Is this for real????
Murder of Stephanie Kuhen
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Stephanie_Kuhen
Around 1:45 AM on September 17, 1995, along Isabel Street in the Cypress Park neighborhood, a street nicknamed "Avenida . . . assecinos," an incorrectly spelled Spanish phrase meaning "Street of Killers" or "Avenue of the Assassins," members of The Avenues gang shot at a vehicle containing a family returning from a cookout; according to the prosecution the vehicle made a wrong turn into an alley. A 3-year-old girl named Stephanie Kuhen died, and Kuhen's stepfather and younger brother sustained injuries. The perpetrators were arrested and convicted.
Fifty years ago, my wife and her two young brothers were taking a trip to Chicago to see the sights.
We, also, seem to have gotten into the wrong neighborhood as we were soon lit up by a police car and pulled over.
Rolling down my window, the officer asked, “Are you folks lost?”
I replied, “I guess I am.”, explaining where we were trying to go.
“Follow me - I’ll lead you out of here.”
It wasn’t ‘til later that this naïve 20 something realized what had happened.