“Here are some of their stories..”
STORY 1: Well, I was walking down Main Street and I greeted this colored young man with good morning. He then calls me a “honky cracker” and throws a punch at me. He went running down the nearest KFC, calls his friends and started burning my car.
Well sure. But you only had to pay $30,000 for your house! (Hmmm - too bad they didn’t burn down your house. Might have been cheaper than your car.)
I wonder how many of the newcomers are young white idealistic do-gooders? If they are, I hope that it works out well for them and they can bring some real change. Although I’m guessing that is just wishful thinking.
Story 2. I used to drive by Ferguson, on my way to or from Joplin, MO and Indiana. I was always on I-270, because there was no way—I’d be screwy to try and drive through east St. Louie, and I always made sure I was gassed up in Illinois, because I wasn’t pulling off 270 unless I saw people being raptured. And even then I was chambering a round.