The Freedom Riders: What A Disgraceful Event(s)

[porkchopexpress]

Just having fun. It's naive to think that racism doesn't exist in every corner of the US. I happen to view racism as more than just a whites hating blacks issue, though.

I totally agree with this. It is way more complicated than just that.

 

[MARIS61]

Is this a serious response? You're really judging how racist a place is based on how you, a white male, gets treated? Of course you're not going to be discriminated for being white in Eastern Oregon. Everyone is white.

I'm comparing how I was treated in all these places, by my own race, by other races, and by my government. I'm comparing the comments and actions I have witnessed in all these places.

We have a higher percentage of hispanics and indians here than Portland, and our general population is far more multinational than you seem to think. I have friends, clients and co-workers from India, Mexico, the reservations, Finland, Korea, Japan...

Most people who now live in Beautiful Central Oregon are from much larger cities or other countries. Racial violence and lack of opportunity for their children in big cities is one reason 30,000 have moved here in the last 10 years.

Maybe you don't know what the word racism means?

Only caucasians are prevented by their own government from civil service jobs on the basis of their color.

Only caucasians are prevented by their own government from teaching in public schools on the basis of their color.

Only caucasian businessmen are prevented by their own government from landing government contracts on the basis of their color.

Only caucasians are prevented by their own government from working for businesses that receive tax funding on the basis of their color.

In modern America, caucasian men face discrimination every day of their lives. They just don't whine about it as much.

 

[ABM]

In modern America, caucasian men face discrimination every day of their lives.

That's because we're in the majority, MARIS.

 

[MARIS61]

In the 2008 presidential election 48.96% of Deschutes County voters voted for Republican John McCain, while 48.66% voted for Democrat Barack Obama and 2.37% of voters either voted for a Third Party candidate or wrote in a candidate.

 

[porkchopexpress]

I'm comparing how I was treated in all these places, by my own race, by other races, and by my government. I'm comparing the comments and actions I have witnessed in all these places.

We have a higher percentage of hispanics and indians here than Portland, and our general population is far more multinational than you seem to think. I have friends, clients and co-workers from India, Mexico, the reservations, Finland, Korea, Japan...

Most people who now live in Beautiful Central Oregon are from much larger cities or other countries. Racial violence and lack of opportunity for their children in big cities is one reason 30,000 have moved here in the last 10 years.

Maybe you don't know what the word racism means?

Only caucasians are prevented by their own government from civil service jobs on the basis of their color.

Only caucasians are prevented by their own government from teaching in public schools on the basis of their color.

Only caucasian businessmen are prevented by their own government from landing government contracts on the basis of their color.

Only caucasians are prevented by their own government from working for businesses that receive tax funding on the basis of their color.

In modern America, caucasian men face discrimination every day of their lives. They just don't whine about it as much.

http://quickfacts.census.gov/qfd/states/41/4105800.html
Not sure in what world 91.3% white = diverse (or whatever you're claiming it to be).

 

[3RA1N1AC]

when i used to live in california, it was in the sticks, and there was a reservation the next town over. i snuck out there a few times to sell/buy certain things, but if the wrong group of guys saw me, they would have would have beaten me close to death, for being white. straight up like ducking in the back seat, hiding under blankets, or in the trunk, good times. happened to a few of my buddies, beat them up for 6 hours, basically torturing them, throwing them into barbed wire fences, when my buddies stopped and asked if they needed help fixing a tire, and that wasnt even on the reservation

some native americans and african americans have some deep seeded rage/hate for the white man, but i cant say that i blame them, we got it coming

 

[PapaG]

Found this while waiting to Yahoo Chat errrr looking at another board. Topical to this thread.

http://gopbriefingroom.com/index.php?topic=67140.0

Saturday, February 11, 2012

A few years back Grits posed the question, "Is babysitting while white reasonable suspicion for police questioning?" after my granddaughter and I were detained and questioned at length in my neighborhood on suspicion of some nefarious deed (it was never quite clear what). In that incident, the police were pretty clear I was stopped solely because Ty, like her mother (who came to live with my wife and me when she was a child) is black, while I'm an almost stereotypical looking white Texas redneck. At the time, Grits was amazed that three squad cars were dispatched to question me for walking down the street with a child of a different race, detaining me for no good reason and scaring the bejeezus out of then-two-year old Ty.

Last night, though, Ty and I got the full jump-out-boys treatment, making our earlier interaction with Austin PD seem downright quaint. It could only have been more ridiculous if they'd actually arrested me, which for a while there didn't seem out of the question. (This is a personal tale much more than a policy analysis, so if you're only interested in the latter, don't bother to read further.)

Our story began at the Millennium Youth Center in central east Austin, which is a city-owned rec center just a few blocks from my home of 22 years. Ty, age 5, often spends the night with us on Fridays to give Mom and Dad a night off, and we'd taken her there to go roller skating after dinner out as a reward for a week's worth of excellent behavior scores in kindergarten.

Perhaps at 7:40 p.m. or so, after she'd had her fill of skating (if the event were put to music, the appropriate theme song would have been "Slip Slidin' Away"), I asked Ty if she'd like to walk home and let Grandma take the car. It was cool but pleasant out, and we were just a short distance from the house, with a city-bike path where we often walk dogs together taking us most of the way there. She was elated: This sounded like a big adventure, and within moments she was bouncing off the walls with excitement, making me think a walk home was just the thing to burn off some energy before bed time.

This was a terrible mistake on Grandpa's part. Not because we live in a relatively rough neighborhood. I know many of my neighbors, saints and scoundrels alike, and I did not and do not fear becoming a crime victim walking that route, even with a five year old in tow. No, apparently the only folks Ty and I had to fear were in uniform.

Our interaction with law enforcement began after we left the Millennium Center on foot, with the giddy five year old racing ahead and me trotting along behind admonishing her to stay out of the parking lot and stop when she gets to the sidewalk, don't run into the street, etc.. She was in a good mood, obeyed, and we held hands crossing the street and as we walked down the bike path toward Boggy Creek and back home.

Then behind us I heard someone call out, though I couldn't make out what was said. We stopped to look back, and there was a dark silhouette crossing the street who Ty thought was calling out to us. We waited, but then the silhouetted figure stopped, crouched down for a moment, then took a few steps back toward the rec center, appearing to speak to someone there. I shrugged it off and we walked on, but in a moment the figure began walking down the path toward us again, calling out when she was about 150 feet away. We stopped and waited. It was a brown-suited deputy constable, apparently out of breath from the short walk.

She told me to take my hand out of my pocket and to step away from Ty, declaring that someone had seen a white man chasing a black girl and reported a possible kidnapping. Then she began asking the five-year old about me. The last time this happened, Ty was barely two, and I wasn't about to let police question her. This time, though, at least initially, I decided to let her answer. "Do you know this man?" the deputy asked. "Yes," Ty mumbled shyly, "he's my Grandpa." The deputy couldn't understand her (though I did) and moved closer, hovering over the child slightly, repeating the question. Ty mumbled the same response, this time louder, but muffled through a burgeoning sob that threatened to break out in lieu of an answer.

The deputy still didn't understand her: "What did you say?" she repeated. "He's my Grandpa!," Ty finally blurted, sharply and clearly, then rushed back over to me and grabbed hold of my leg. "Okay," said the deputy, relaxing, acknowledging the child probably wasn't being held against her will. (As we were talking, a car pulled up behind her on the bike path with its brights on - I couldn't tell what agency it was with) Then she pulled out her pad and paper and asked "Can I get your name, sir, just for my report?" I told her I'd prefer not to answer any questions and would like to leave, if we were free to go, so I could get the child to bed. She looked skeptical but nodded and Ty and I turned tail and walked toward home.

Ty was angrier about this, even, than I was. "Why is it," she demanded a few steps down the path, stomping her feet and swinging her little arms as she said it, "that the police won't ever believe you're my Grandpa?" (Our earlier run in had clearly made an impression, though she hadn't mentioned it in ages.) "Why do you think it is?," I asked, hoping to fend her off with the Socratic method. She paused, then said sheepishly, "Because you're white?" I grinned at her and said, "That's part of it, for sure. But we don't care about that, do we?" "No," she said sternly as we walked across the bridge spanning Boggy Creek just south of 12th Street, "but the police should leave you alone. It's not right that they want to arrest you for being my Grandpa." More prescient words were never spoken.

Just as Ty uttered those words, I made her hold my hand so we could trot across 12th Street amidst the sporadic, Friday night traffic, waiting for a police car to pass before heading across just west of the railroad tracks. Literally my intentions were - the moment we made it safely across the street - to resume our conversation to explain to Ty that nobody wanted to arrest me for being her Grandpa, that that wasn't against the law, and that the deputy had only stopped us to make sure Ty was safe. But we never got a chance to have that conversation.

As soon as we crossed the street, just two blocks from my house as the crow flies, the police car that just passed us hit its lights and wheeled around, with five others appearing almost immediately, all with lights flashing. The officers got out with tasers drawn demanding I raise my hands and step away from the child. I complied, and they roughly cuffed me, jerking my arms up behind me needlessly. Meanwhile, Ty edged up the hill away from the officers, crying. One of them called out in a comforting tone that they weren't there to hurt her, but another officer blew up any good will that might have garnered by brusquely snatching her up and scuttling her off to the back seat of one of the police cars. (By this time more cars had joined them; they maxxed out at 9 or 10 police vehicles.)

I gave them the phone numbers they needed to confirm who Ty was and that she was supposed to be with me (and not in the back of their police car), but for quite a while nobody seemed too interested in verifying my "story." One officer wanted to lecture me endlessly about how they were just doing their job, as if the innocent person handcuffed on the side of the road cares about such excuses. I asked why he hadn't made any calls yet, and he interrupted his lecture to say "we've only been here two minutes, give us time" (actually it'd been longer than that). "Maybe so," I replied, sitting on the concrete in handcuffs, "but there are nine of y'all milling about doing nothing by my count so between you you've had 18 minutes for somebody to get on the damn phone by now so y'all can figure out you screwed up." Admittedly, this did not go over well. I could tell I was too pissed off to say anything constructive and silently vowed to keep mum from then on.

As all this was happening, the deputy constable who'd questioned us before walked up to the scene and began conversing with some of the officers. She kept looking over at me nervously as I stood 20 feet or so away in handcuffs, averting her gaze whenever our eyes risked meeting. It seemed pretty clear she was the one who called in the cavalry, and it was equally clear she understood she was in the wrong.

A supervisor arrived and began floating around among the milling officers (I have no idea what function most of those cops thought they were fulfilling). Finally, she sidled up to repeat the same lecture I'd heard from the young pup officer who'd handcuffed me: "When we get a call about a possible kidnapping we have to take it very seriously," etc., etc.. By this time, though, I'd lost patience with that schtick. Interrupting her repetitive monologue, I explained that I could care less how they justified what they were doing, and could they please stop explaining themselves, focus on their jobs, and get this over with as soon as possible so Ty and I could go home? She paused as though she wanted to argue, then her shoulders slumped a bit, she half-smiled and replied "Fair enough!," wheeling around and issuing inaudible directions to some of the milling officers, all of whom appeared to continue doing nothing, just as before. Not long after that they released us.

Ty told me later that back in the police car she'd been questioned, not just about me but about her personal life, or as she put it, "all my business": They asked about her school, what she'd been doing that evening, to name all the people in her family, and pressed her to say if I or anyone else had done anything to her. Ty was frustrated, she said later, that they kept repeating the same questions, apparently hoping for different answers. She didn't understand why, after she'd told them who I was, the police didn't just let me go. And when it became clear they wouldn't take her word for it, she began to fear the police would take me away and leave her alone with all those scary cops. (I must admit, for a moment there I felt the same way!) On the upside, said Ty, when they were through questioning her one of the officers let her play with his flashlight, which she considered a high point. Don't you miss life being that simple?

Part of the answer, of course, to Ty's Very Good Question about why I wasn't released when she confirmed my identity is that I was in handcuffs and she was in police custody before anybody asked anyone anything. "Seize first and ask questions later" is better than "shoot first," I suppose, but it's problematic for the same reasons. I found out later police had told my wife and Ty's mom that I'd refused to let them question the child - a patent lie since they'd whisked her away into the back of a police car while I was handcuffed. I wasn't in a position to refuse anything at that point.

How hard would it have been to perform a safety check without running up on me like I'm John Dillinger and scaring the crap out of a five year old? I didn't resist or struggle, but they felt obliged to handcuff me and snatch the kid up for interrogation away from any adult family member. Nine police cars plus the deputy constable all showing up to investigate the heinous crime of "babysitting while white."

Moreover, there was no apology to be had at the end of this charade, to me or to Ty. They interrogated the child but no one tried to comfort her beyond handing her a flashlight to play with. And when it was over, not one of those officers, the supervisor included, thought to take a moment to try to explain to the child what had happened, why they'd behaved that way toward her family, or why they'd treated her grandpa like a criminal. They just opened up the door to the squad car as the cuffs were coming off me and Ty came running back and lept into my arms with such force it almost knocked me down.

After the cuffs were off, I said nothing to the APD cops as I carried the child away toward home. But I did pause when I passed the deputy constable - who still could barely look me in the eye - to say aloud to her, "You knew better. This is on you."

Ty was understandably shaken by the incident, and as we walked home she told me all about her interactions with the officers and peppered me with questions about why this, that, everything happened. She said she tried to be brave because she knew I'd get into trouble if the police didn't believe her (she was right about that!) and she was especially scared when she thought they weren't going to accept her word for it. Poor kid.

As we turned onto the last block home, two of the police cars that had detained us passed by and Ty visibly winced with fear, lunging toward me and wrapping her arms around my leg. I petted and tried to comfort her, but she was pretty disturbed and confused by the whole episode. Luckily, it also left her exhausted so she was out like a light soon after we got home, half an hour past her bedtime. This morning she stated bluntly that she had decided not to think about it - a practice my wife encourages when bad things happen - and it seems to be working. She's her normal happy self, though at the park this afternoon she wanted to pretend we were hiding from kidnappers. But I hated for a five-year old to be subjected to such an experience. I'd like her to view police as people she can trust instead of threats to her and her family, but it's possible I live in the wrong neighborhood for that.

 

[RR7]

very awful and disgusting story.

 

[MickZagger]

It's always funny to me when some people that were born and raised in Portland assume that racism just isn't that big a deal in the country anymore.

Doesn't take much of a trip out of Portland to find racism. Estacada, Mollala, Battle Ground, Scappoose.....Thats where they all live.

I remember about 5 years ago I was heading with a couple buddies down to Corvallis and we stopped off the beaten path in little Scio, Oregon. We stepped foot in a market to get some beers and my buddies who's a light-skinned black dude was getting evil stares by some of the locals. It made my skin crawl. We decided to get out of there with the quickness.

You don't have to go far from Portland to find racism.

 

[PapaG]

Doesn't take much of a trip out of Portland to find racism. Estacada, Mollala, Battle Ground, Scappoose.....Thats where they all live.

I remember about 5 years ago I was heading with a couple buddies down to Corvallis and we stopped off the beaten path in little Scio, Oregon. We stepped foot in a market to get some beers and my buddies who's a light-skinned black dude was getting evil stares by some of the locals. It made my skin crawl. We decided to get out of there with the quickness.

You don't have to go far from Portland to find racism.

Ever walked down Killingsworth near the free childrens' clinic as a white guy wearing a suit?

LOL

 

[MickZagger]

Ever walked down Killingsworth near the free childrens' clinic as a white guy wearing a suit?

LOL

I see regular white folk walking down Killingsworth all the time. A lot of PCC instructors, or folks going to the library. Black people who are going to do harm don't care about us white folk. They care about other gangs. If you're a white guy that gets shot down by a black dude in N. Portland I'd venture to guess its a stray bullett.

 

[PapaG]

I see regular white folk walking down Killingsworth all the time. A lot of PCC instructors, or folks going to the library. Black people who are going to do harm don't care about us white folk. They care about other gangs. If you're a white guy that gets shot down by a black dude in N. Portland I'd venture to guess its a stray bullett.

But what if they give me a funny look? Why, a few times I've even been heckled as "white dude". Should I piss my pants and run away as if I'm in a racist gas station in Scio, or should I just mind my own business and think it's no big deal?

 

[magnifier661]

very awful and disgusting story.

Yeah that story sucks. I would have sued the shit out of the department.

 

[PapaG]

Yeah that story sucks. I would have sued the shit out of the department.

More trouble than it's worth, IMO. Plus, if the dude was black and had a white grandkid, he'd have been tased, beaten, and placed immediately in jail. Of course, his grandkid would be racist, since he's from Texas, so it would proably be the grandkid who put him behind bars for good.

 

[Denny Crane]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_Washington

Harold Lee Washington (April 15, 1922 – November 25, 1987) was an American lawyer and politician who became the first African-American Mayor of Chicago, serving from 1983 until his death in 1987.

In the February 22, 1983, Democratic mayoral primary, community organizers registered more than 100,000 new African American, Latino and poor and independent white voters, while the white vote was split between the incumbent mayor Jane Byrne and future mayor Richard M. Daley, son of the late Mayor Richard J. Daley. Washington won with 37% of the vote, versus 33% for Byrne and 30% for Daley.

Although winning the Democratic primary is normally tantamount to election in heavily Democratic Chicago, after his primary victory Washington found that his Republican opponent, former state legislator Bernard Epton (earlier considered a nominal stand-in), was supported by many white Democrats and ward organizations, including the chairman of the Cook County Democratic Party, Alderman Edward "Fast Eddie" Vrdolyak.[32] Epton's campaign referred to, among other things, Washington's conviction for failure to file income tax returns. (He had paid the taxes, but had not filed a return.) However, Washington appealed to his constituency in his mayoral political campaign, and stressed such things as reforming the Chicago patronage system and the need for a jobs program in a tight economy. In the April 12, 1983, mayoral general election, Washington defeated Epton by 3.7%, 51.7% to 48.0%, to become mayor of Chicago.

http://chicagodemocracy.org/Electio...neral,crdd_1977_general_election,il_chi_mayor

1977 (typical mayoral election type results)
Bilandic ( D ) 77%, Bloc ( R ) 21%

 

[MickZagger]

But what if they give me a funny look? Why, a few times I've even been heckled as "white dude". Should I piss my pants and run away as if I'm in a racist gas station in Scio, or should I just mind my own business and think it's no big deal?

If it was up to me, I'd mind my own business and brush it off as no big deal. It wasn't up to me though. It was an executive decision to not hang out in the town for very long.

I lived for 3 years off Killingsworth and Omaha in a time with much worse gang activity than now. Don't talk smack and you'll be fine.

 

[PapaG]

If it was up to me, I'd mind my own business and brush it off as no big deal. It wasn't up to me though. It was an executive decision to not hang out in the town for very long.

I lived for 3 years off Killingsworth and Omaha in a time with much worse gang activity than now. Don't talk smack and you'll be fine.

Why would I talk smack? I've been going there once a month for 10 years now to volunteer. Doesn't mean I haven't received my share of stares, though.

 

[MickZagger]

Why would I talk smack? I've been going there once a month for 10 years now to volunteer. Doesn't mean I haven't received my share of stares, though.

I'm not saying you, I'm just saying in general. People stare all the time in different setting. I'm sure its not cause you're white.

That area is way different than it was even just 5 years ago. A mix of hipsters and trouble making teenagers.

 

[PapaG]

I'm not saying you, I'm just saying in general. People stare all the time in different setting. I'm sure its not cause you're white.

That area is way different than it was even just 5 years ago.

So the numerous times I've been heckled as the "white dude" in that area by people I don't even know is not because I'm white, but some stares in Scio, where nobody said a word, is a sign of racism?

Anyhow, just pointing out your double standard. I'm sure in both instances, at least one of the people staring/heckling is a racist. Racists are everywhere, and they aren't all white guys.

 

[MickZagger]

So the numerous times I've been heckled as the "white dude" in that area by people I don't even know is not because I'm white, but some stares in Scio, where nobody said a word, is a sign of racism?

Anyhow, just pointing out your double standard. I'm sure in both instances, at least one of the people staring/heckling is a racist. Racists are everywhere, and they aren't all white guys.

Someone yelled out "hey, white dude" at you? If unprovoked I'd say thats not the norm. There's racists everywhere. My original point was there is every bit as much all out racism in rural Portland as anywhere else. The Aryan Nations have a compound out in Yacolt, about an hour outside Portland. I've never heard of any anti-white groups in the inner city.

All I'm saying, is I'd feel much more safe as a white guy walking down the street on Killingsworth, than a black guy pumping his gas in Scio, or some other rural area.

 

[PapaG]

Someone yelled out "hey, white dude" at you? If unprovoked I'd say thats not the norm. There's racists everywhere. My original point was there is every bit as much all out racism in rural Portland as anywhere else. The Aryan Nations have a compound out in Yacolt, about an hour outside Portland. I've never heard of any anti-white groups in the inner city.

All I'm saying, is I'd feel much more safe as a white guy walking down the street on Killingsworth, than a black guy pumping his gas in Scio, or some other rural area.

Statistically, you're wrong, and by a long shot. Unless the Scio guys have laser beams attached to their heads, and kill when they stare. Although you did live on N Killingsworth, and not NE Killingsworth. 20 blocks is a world of difference.

 

[MickZagger]

Statistically, you're wrong, and by a long shot. Unless the Scio guys have laser beams attached to their heads, and kill when they stare.

Give me some stats of black on white hate crime in the Portland area compared to white on black in rural Oregon.

 

[PapaG]

Give me some stats of black on white hate crime in the Portland area compared to white on black in rural Oregon.

Find your own stats. Nationally, it's not even close. If there is some Scio white on black crime wave, I'd like to know about it.

 

[MickZagger]

Find your own stats. Nationally, it's not even close. If there is some Scio white on black crime wave, I'd like to know about it.

I rest my case.

 

[MARIS61]

http://quickfacts.census.gov/qfd/states/41/4105800.html
Not sure in what world 91.3% white = diverse (or whatever you're claiming it to be).

lol using census figures.

Our hispanic population is predominantly illegal and therefore goes mostly unreported, as do most of their relatives when they can avoid it. Many of the rest report as white, which is encouraged by census takers.

You also used the incorrect number for "white". The 91.3 includes hispanics who for personal reasons choose to call themselves white rather than hispanic.

The figure for non-hispanic whites is 87.3.

Since even Portland's numbers aren't dramatically different, i'm not sure what point you're chasing. Deschutes county and Clackamas county have pretty similar racial makeups.

My point, which has been proven umpteen million times in a wide variety of studies and experiments, is that when you pack a bunch of people (or most any mammal) tightly together in a confined space they will turn on each other. Crime and violence rises, stress-related illnesses escalate, fear and greed rule and compassion and courage are non-existent.

Give them a bit of elbow room and magically everyone gets along much better.

Most racism is born from fear, and big cities breed fear.

A black family whose car breaks down in La Pine or Prineville will likely not only find themselves being offered a ride to the autoshop but probably a free tow and a meal from the family that stopped to help.

A black family whose car breaks down in SE Portland will likely be honked at and yelled at and find their car impounded and held for a ransom they cannot afford, ultimately losing their car for good. They will not be offered help or even a lift.

 

[PapaG]

I rest my case.

Your "case" is how you'd feel if you were a black guy in Scio, OR. You would feel unsafe. Every crime statistic says otherwise, at least in terms of race on race crime.

LOL

 

[RR7]

There are crime statistics to specifically say that black people would not feel unsafe in Scio, OR? What crime does feeling unsafe fall under to get it reported?

 

[MARIS61]

Give me some stats of black on white hate crime in the Portland area compared to white on black in rural Oregon.

There are none.

Black on white hate crimes happen hourly in Portland but are never officially charged as hate crimes. It's a "PC" thing.

White on black hate crimes in rural Oregon are negligible or non-existent.

My brother was robbed by blacks "because he was white" around 3pm one day walking from the bus stop outside of Shag's Arena (10 bonus points to the first person who knows who Shag was) on 15th and NE Killingsworth a few blocks to our cousin's house at 15th and Ainsworth. This was in 1976. One of my best friends lived in St. Johns in the 80's and 90's when it was basically a white neighborhood encircled by a black ghetto. Walking to the corner store wasn't something white people did twice. I don't know what it's like nowadays, but I doubt it's become an example of love between the races. I used to ride the TriMet system a lot when I worked in Portland but I wouldn't ever consider getting on a MAX unarmed, and have been hassled by racists on it enough in the past that I'd probably just never ride it again period. The park next to Lloyd Center is a good place to hang if you want to be harrassed or maybe killed for being white. Aside from aryan-nation types, all gangs hate whites.

If you're measuring racial hatred, blacks hatred of whites is the biggest number on the chart. It is taught in our schools and reinforced by our government so I guess it's to be expected.

The Kingston Trio sums it up best:[video=youtube;dwrO8sn8HkQ]

 

[MickZagger]

There are crime statistics to specifically say that black people would not feel unsafe in Scio, OR? What crime does feeling unsafe fall under to get it reported?

.....still waiting on these statistics. Hate crimes on blacks vs. whites in rural areas compared to urban areas.

 

[MickZagger]

There are none.

Black on white hate crimes happen hourly in Portland but are never officially charged as hate crimes. It's a "PC" thing.

White on black hate crimes in rural Oregon are negligible or non-existent.

My brother was robbed by blacks "because he was white" around 3pm one day walking from the bus stop outside of Shag's Arena (10 bonus points to the first person who knows who Shag was) on 15th and NE Killingsworth a few blocks to our cousin's house at 15th and Ainsworth. This was in 1976. One of my best friends lived in St. Johns in the 80's and 90's when it was basically a white neighborhood encircled by a black ghetto. Walking to the corner store wasn't something white people did twice. I don't know what it's like nowadays, but I doubt it's become an example of love between the races. I used to ride the TriMet system a lot when I worked in Portland but I wouldn't ever consider getting on a MAX unarmed, and have been hassled by racists on it enough in the past that I'd probably just never ride it again period. The park next to Lloyd Center is a good place to hang if you want to be harrassed or maybe killed for being white. Aside from aryan-nation types, all gangs hate whites.

If you're measuring racial hatred, blacks hatred of whites is the biggest number on the chart. It is taught in our schools and reinforced by our government so I guess it's to be expected.

The Kingston Trio sums it up best:[video=youtube;dwrO8sn8HkQ]

1976? Really? Your going back 35 years?

My parents were born in raised in St. Johns. Tough area without a doubt. Have a little hair on your chest and you should be fine.