W. Seattle teen beaten bloody in possible (racially motivated) hate crime

[Chris_]

I have to agree, EFerrari must live in a bubble if she thinks black on white racially motivated crime is rare. I lived in Brooklyn until I was 10 and unlike these DUmmies who are white and have never lived in a black neighborhood before yet think they know what goes on, I have, I'm from Crown Heights, and yes I was called honky, and yes I had black kids gang up on me and surround me and kick me because I'm white, and to think this doesn't happen a lot is naive beyond belief. If you're white and a DUmmie get off your butts and get out of your lily white neighborhoods and go into those neighborhoods, you'll see hate and the hate wasn't on my part.

A neighbor of mine called me a honky ass bitch because I told her boyfriend/husband/baby daddy/whatever to stop continuously honking his horn.  She proceeded to say she was going to "beat my white ass" and a "honky ass bitch"  Fortunately (for her) she never bothers to threaten me when I am open carrying.  I don't know why.  I mean, she was all big and bad when I was upstairs on my patio and all... but I don't know.  Whatever.  lol

[BEG]

I grew up in the suburbs of Nashville, but was bused into the inner city to a school surrounded by government housing projects for four years.  It was a ridiculous exercise in "diversity" that was a miserable experience.  The high school I went to after that was a little better, but not much.

We were bused too (Omaha in the 70's - early 80's). Kids were bused to the elementary and middle school in our neighborhood then in 9th grade we were supposed to be bused to their school. Thank God we moved to Tulsa in my 9th year but my brother wasn't so lucky. He got his shoes (the ones ON his feet), a coat in the dead of winter as well as other items stolen. He was also beat up once. 

I never had any trouble with the kids that were bused to our school but a friend of my mom's worked at the 9th grade school were we were supposed to be bused to and she said that it was hell to work there.  There was one boy I had in art class who liked to touch my hair all the time, he liked me. 

I agree that busing was a miserable failure.