“Over and over and over again.”
And been going on for a long time. One got my cousin in 1979:
“Freddy Owens murder
On March 4, 1979, band member Ernest Frederick “Freddy” Owens, joined after 1970 and served as lead vocalist as well as playing sax and bass. He was robbed and shot dead by Jeremiah Carr at a Holiday Inn motel in Richmond, Virginia, where the band had a show earlier that evening. He had attempted to stop Carr from escaping after Carr raped his wife. Two shots wounded another band member in the room.[10] While Bill Deal kept going on with the Rhondels for another four years, he never really got over this incident and quit the music business in 1983.[1]”
Freddy’s death affected many, many people. Obviously Bill Deal, but his death also caused my aunt’s death. Freddy’s beautiful wife never really got over it. Freddy was just a great, great guy. Taken away by a sub-human who did not belong in the same society.
These nice people have sucker-punched, decked, propositioned, roughly jostled, shaken down and threatened five times in my life starting at age 13. Once in upstate NY, twice in Ohio, once in Missouri, and once in California. Thank God I got away each time without getting beaten to a pulp or worse.
We took Scott Adams’ advice long before he said it. We now live in North Idaho where everybody wishes each other a very Merry Christmas.
Six ended my career and I was an RN sworn to help. They high fived, threatened and mocked. I couldn’t fight back because it was a hospital and I was caring for one of their homies but even so a three year trial they tried to make me out to be racist. Failed but I can no longer work as a healer ever again.
So on Christmas, I look around in my squalid apartment, thank God I’m alive but in pain until God takes me.
Never had problems with ANY group/culture but ______[redacted lest I be considered racist]
I am so sorry to read this. The pain continues, even now, decades later.