Black Men Attacked in Queens Neighborhood

My Way News ^ | 6/30/05 | AP

[wtc911]

Stranger's wife and daughters? I didn't post that, someone else did. Get your facts straight before you post. What a loser.

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That's right skippy, you posted about my post concerning what constitutes civil discourse. The subject of that was wives and daughters, or did you post not knowing that and were just looking to make noise?

[wtc911]

Oh and btw...it turns out that the guido you were so concerned about has a long history of violent assault including the stabbing of a kid and an attack on a Sikh for maybe looking like a moslem.

Nice going.

[Blue Jays]

Squid-

My reply in Post# 141 was just being humorous. Take it easy.

~ Blue Jays ~

[SQUID]

Sorry. I didn't mean to be so serious. My fault. As I bow with respect. It's hard to show a smile when writing. I am not that talented.

[Blue Jays]

Hi Squid-

Excellent, no harm done. Peace.

~ Blue Jays ~

[Lonesome in Massachussets]

A true story, with a happy ending.

Back in the 70’s the 113 (pronounced one-one-three) precinct on the other side of Jamaica Bay from Howard Beach had the highest crime rate of any precinct in NYC. It includes JFK Airport and the adjacent communities, including a number of air freight forwarding companies. Guy I know (whose name ends in a vowel) worked for one of them.

One day a local yoot, an African-American, known to the employees of the company, is hanging around the office, making small talk and generally killing time. Let’s call him “Remington”. After a while someone notices a typewriter is missing as is Remington. The owner of the company, call him Tony [Last Name Ending in Vowel], acting on a surmise, call it a hunch, instructs his employees to search the high grass in a vacant lot behind the Green Bus Company garage opposite his building. Within minutes they turn up the missing office equipment. Tony orders his employees to get back to work.

Tony [LNEV] is a practical man. He has to content with all the challenges of running a competitive business. He doesn’t need this aggravation. Acting on his previous surmise, that evening, after dark, he waits in his black Cadillac parked down the block from the vacant lot. On cue, a car with some yoots arrives and one the yoots leaves the car and begins rummaging in the vacant lot, as if looking for lost property. Tony pulls up alongside of the car and yells out his open window, “Where’s Remington?”

Perhaps not feeling they were prepared to answer this question, they availed themselves of the opportunity to depart, post haste, leaving their colleague to make his own arrangements. Tony, who may have been more impulsive than persistent, gives chase. TALLEY HO! A moderate speed chase ensues through an area of lower income homes, a few shops and businesses. The relative quiet of the cool night air is punctuated occasionally by the report of Tony’s 9mm firing into the fleeing car. Fortunately for all concerned, Tony’s detective work is far better than his marksmanship. After exhausting a magazine, Tony heads the Cadillac east on the Belt Parkway, home for a night’s sleep.

The next morning Tony is at his desk, ready for another day of contending with Customs Inspectors, bribing union thugs and holding the local yoots at bay. The phone rings, he picks it up. It’s “Sergeant O’Malley”, the desk sergeant at the one-one-three. “Tony, what the f*** were you doing last night?” Sergeant O’Malley is a fair minded and reasonable man; he accepts Tony’s more or less truthful (if ex parte) explanation, warning him about the dangers of discharging a firearm in a crowded city. Tony promises to be more “careful” in the future. Remington never came around the office again. Nor did any of his associates.

[Lonesome in Massachussets]

I remember in August 1977 three Italo-Americans beat a man to death with steel pipes in a dispute over a handball court in South Ozone Park, Queens, not far from Howard Beach.

Of course, the man they beat to death was also an Italo-American with a reputation as a neighborhood bully. Had he been Black , I suppose it would have been a hate crime.

Though it didn't make the New York Times, the Daily News headline read, "Bludgeon Death of Neighborhood Bully". The victim showed up at an occupied handball court and ordered the occupant to "beat it". The ousted occupant returned with two cousins, now armed with steel pipes. Confronted with three men with steel pipes, rather than flee he faced them prepared to fight. It proved to be a fatal mistake.

I knew the victim, though I cannot say I liked him. He did provide occasional amusement. I recall him standing outside the headquarters of the Black Panthers People's Party on New York (now Guy Brewer) Boulevard in South Jamaica and calling the staff out. "I am [name redacted], I am the baddest White man in the whole World, I'll kick your skinny little college boy n***** a$$es if you come out here." He had no takers in this instance. If they had responded, and been as successful as his racial kinsmen, would it have been a hate crime? Only an Olympian legal and moral philosopher like Mike Bloomberg can know for sure. Which is why I no longer call New York home.

[MudSlide]

You can't chase them away with a gun anymore

Jesse will show up with a Million MOFO march