Do what I told a female friend to do. When you see a group of minority ‘youts’ go to the other side of the street; get off the elevator; go back into your office; lock your car door. Don’t give a light or a cigarette or 50 cents or directions - they are just sizing you up to decide if they’re gonna rob, rape or kill you, like a pack of feral predators, except that they attack for fun, not for survival. They don’t act hostile until the final moment when they attack.
Until this crap-’game’ is talked about on the 6 o’clock news, and the races are discussed, the country is going to hell.
Back when I was a kid, I didn’t know any better. It was late sixties, still really in the civil rights era.
Two black youths approached me and wanted some money. I told them “no”. They called me a racist and walked away.
don’t know if I would have the guts to do that toady, unless I was armed. But back then, racial entitlement probably wasn’t as strong.
Charles Bronson anyone? How about undercover operations. Dress agents as older, feeble whites and walk through tribal neighborhoods. The tribals attack and get a can of whoop ash treatment in return by teams in hiding. Fight fire with fire.