First Encounters With The Negro
My first interaction with the negro was an eye opener. Myself, and my friends, 11-12 years old at the time, got lost while riding our bikes, and ended up in Hempstead. As we rode, I saw blacks coming off stoops and porches, quite excited about something. It took a few seconds, before I realized they were running after us, and we took off post haste. The whole tribe was on the move, chucking rocks, bottles, etc., and then I saw my friend get a brick to the head. We made it out of there, but after a minute or two, my friend's head wound started gushing blood. A passing motorist had him hold a towel on it, and went and called an ambulance. My next run in, was when playing CYO basketball. My cousin was the coach. We had a road game against Hempstead, and he said "Boys, there's black people, and there's niggers. These are niggers. Win or lose, we're going to get attacked, during or after the game. I expect every one of you to fight". We were, and we did. My town had a reputation for fighting, which we have upheld to this day, and the niggers know it.