Posted on 07/19/2011 8:15:49 AM PDT by Tolerance Sucks Rocks
BRONX, NY (PIX11)— "I asked them to lower their voices and then they started in on me, 'Shut the f--- up, white boy. We'll beat the s--t out of you, cracker.'"
Jason Fordell, 29, of the Bronx, said that was the first exchange he had with three black men and a Hispanic man on the #4 subway train near Grand Central early Sunday morning, and by the time the train got to Fordham Road, Fordell says he was being beaten and stomped by other passengers who were egging the original group on. "Eventually, half the car" joined in, Fordell told PIX 11 Monday, showing us his badly bruised left eye. Most of the suspects got away, after stealing his bags and money, and Fordell said the incident should have been treated as a hate crime.
Fordell told us he had been selling leather, Goth-style clothing he designs at an East Village club, before heading home about 5am Sunday morning. He was tattooed and dressed in black, Goth attire--to help market his products--when he transferred to the #4 train at 42nd Street. That's when he asked the group to quiet down.
The argument escalated as the train headed north, Fordell said. "They started saying racist things like white boy this, white boy that.". Fordell said he was getting angry when the Hispanic man joined the taunting, "They're calling me cracker, and so I called him s--c."PIX 11 asked, "So you used a slur?--If you're using racial slurs, why should police call it a hate crime?" Fordell's response: "because they're the ones who started with me."
Fordell told us he's blind in the left eye, so the eye turns in, and the group started taunting him about that. He said he called 9-1-1 and suggested police meet the train at Burnside Avenue. He then lost the 9-1-1 call. Before he reached Fordham Road, Fordell told PIX 11 the beating began, "A bunch of people started stomping on me, and I had footprints on my back."
Fordell said two guys from the original group stole his bags, so he chased them down to the Metrocard booth at Fordham Road. The fight continued. When cops arrived, he pointed out a straphanger that he said had joined in the beating. "I recognized him, because he had an Army hat on.". Police arrested 54-year-old Barminth Ramoutar of Queens, who had no prior criminal record. Ramoutar is being charged with felony gang assault. The original group got away.
Fordell insists the beating was a race thing. "If I was dressed 'hip hop' and I was darker, I don't think it would have happened in the first place."
When we called the NYPD to ask why the incident wasn't deemed a hate crime, a spokesman said detectives had to evaluate a number of things. "Was race the motivating factor in the assault? Our Hate Crime Task Force was not investigating it as a bias incident."
Fordell said the Goth accessories that were stolen were worth between five and ten thousand dollars. He said he started designing because "the economy is so messed up, and I kept trying to find work. I don't want to be on unemployment like everyone else. I manage to pay my rent."
When PIX 11 happened to meet another Goth fan at the Forham Road station on Monday, he sympathized with Fordell but said he shouldn't have complained about the noise. "He should have just switched cars," said Joey Martinez.
“Rule #1... NEVER confront anyone on the subway unless you’re packing... then think about it before you open your mouth...
Rule #2 NEVER talk to anyone on the subway no matter what .. You should know where you’re going before you embark on your trip.
Rule #3 NEVER stare at anyone... END”
Rule #3 Never even LOOK at anyone,,,ever. Fixed it.
The one and only time I ever rode the NYC subway was on a business trip about a decade ago. I was with two co-workers and after a few rounds they decided that they wanted “the NY subway experience”. I reluctantly tagged along on a late-night ride from South Manhattan to Times Square. It would have been only mildly uncomfortable had one of my co-workers not been one of those annoying types that insisted on chatting up every girl in the room. He kept approaching a girl who was obviously with a couple of gangbangers. After he did it twice the playas started getting ready to do some business. At that point we happened to be stopped at a station and we more or less frog-marched our buddy off the train. BTW, Times Square was seedy and dismal. We caught a cab back to the hotel.
Fordell, selling his wares (Facebook).
"Fordell was returning home early yesterday morning from the East Village, where he sells his LethalWear leather goods."
Jason, are you sure this only happened to you because you're white? Is there any other reason that you can think of?
These Black on white crimes have accelerated this year .
The media and politicians ignoring this cannot make the bad guys go away. conceal the truth. Whites are second class citizens in Zer0’s country.
The taste of Chicago had it’s most dismal season since it began.
Whites are not going to put themselves in harms way.
Meanwhile ,suburban festivals are doing great business. No thugs.
So true. When I was a kid, I secretly suspected that the only thing that blacks were capable of saying was "whatta you lookin' at?" because that was all I ever heard them say. Back in the '70s that phrase was usually accompanied by a menacing advancing step and a balled fist. (Keep in mind I was under 10 and these upstanding citizens of color were mostly adults.) I learned pretty fast not to look at them. So did all the other kids that I compared notes with.
Arm yourself(even if it is against the laws of your masters) or leave the zoo.
Those are the only two reasonable choices open to you. The badges will do nothing to help you and bystanders would be just as likely as not to join in the beat down.
So get a gun, or get gone.
You are right, although it’s not the guy’s fault, and it is a race crime.
I grew up in NY, and the first thing my parents drilled into me about the city was to become deaf and dumb to people with even the slightest hint about making trouble.
And clear out if there is the slightest problem. My mom told me, “The rule to surviving in the city is stay in the good areas, stay off the subway, try never to be alone, and pretend everyone is a nut that doesn’t ooze respectability.
And don’t start or egg on ANY fights. You never know when they are a nut or a violent minority racist.
Apparently not a smart or safe thing to say that morning.
Coming soon to your town....
Very sad. Lost a job, trying to make money to stay afloat so selling stuff at night. Beat up by a gang. Loses his inventory.
Obama’s America.
On a NYC subway train at 5AM, my guess is about 1/3 of the passengers are drunk, 1/3 are crazy, and 1/3 are drunk and crazy.
The guy violated most of the basic New York personal safety rules from dressing like a doofus to riding a subway after midnight.
After midnight, I'd recommend calling a cab, even if you're Charlie Bronson's ghost.
I've been on the Tokyo subway many, many times and never experienced anything but a quiet, pleasant ride, even in the early morning hours. The difference is that the Tokyo trains are full of Japanese people and the New York trains are full of, well, Amish youths.
And the FBI investigating a hate crime is where, now?
Yep! Holder's people! Nothing to see here! Move along!
The #4 train at 4AM and he shot off his mouth at a group of blacks?!?!?! YOU CAN'T FIX STUPID!!!!
Those qualifiers are killers. Anyplace where you have to adhere strictly to "the rules" to be secure in your person is by nature not "safe".
Let's talk about "safe". I once had a job on a survey crew in Baltimore. My ONLY responsibility was to make sure that none of the equipment got stolen, which could be a tall order on long traverses. I learned that you needed steel-shank boots for all the needles scattered about; you couldn't park the truck on the street or the windows would be broken (and no matter where you parked it the radio antenna was gone in five minutes-they make great crack pipes or so I'm told); you couldn't emplace the Total Station where it was visible from the street or it would vanish or be smashed the instant you turned your back; and anything left overnight was as good as gone. We had to re-establish control every single morning because the stakes and hubs would be missing or moved. But we had it easy compared to the construction crew. They had to pay a four-figure "ransom" at least once to get a massive pan grader to reappear. The contruction shack was manned 24/7 to protect it (unattended immovable objects had a tendency to burn at night) and the crew chief had an M16 mounted just out-of-sight behind the door. But for all this, everyone on the site insisted that the neighborhood was "safe", and the local gangbangers, toughs and yutes were "great folks". To my knowledge, no one was ever hurt beyond a black eye or two, but if that place was safe, I'd hate to see dangerous.
Rules for whites:
Don’t go on a subway at certain times.
Don’t confront anyone.
Don’t talk to anyone.
Don’t stare at anyone.
Don’t even look at anyone.
Get a gun.
Don’t be alone.
When stuff starts happening, switch cars.
Does that cover it? Well, why should we have to do all that? We didn’t used to have to, at least not in most places. This used to be our country; now we have to walk on eggshells! It just makes my blood boil.
Do not worry about riding the subway in New York. I ride them all the time in Manhattan, Queens and Brooklyn without incident. It's much safer than it was during the Koch and Dinkins years. Take the bus or ride a cab late at night, otherwise you'll be fine.
True. Good advice. I remember once in Brooklyn Heights in the mid-eighties, I was walking on the sidewalk and I noticed a woman on the other side of the street who looked like she didn't live in the neighborhood. My eyes gazed on her just a few seconds. I was wondering to myself if she were stealing a car, but I didn't say anything and I never slowed my pace.
Two hours later as I was walking back, she was still there and yelled out to her boyfriend "THAT'S THE ONE." I thought I and my boyfriend were about to get beat up, but nothing happpened.
The lesson I learned is to walk looking straight ahead and pretend not to notice strange things.
The other day, I was in the Port Authority ladies room at 11:00 PM when I heard a man's voice getting louder and louder until it seemed to be inside the ladies room and then right outside the stall I had just entered. I opened the door and was face to face with a 6 foot tall black transvestite wearing a wig, make-up and tiny short-shorts. At that instant I decided the best thing to do was to pretend this was totally normal so I closed the stall door, used the facility, and left the restroom without saying a word or looking.
I stomp around the dance floor and basketball court because I’m white.
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