Skip to comments.Teen flash mob strikes again -- this time at Nordstrom
Posted on 04/14/2012 7:43:38 AM PDT by Inspectorette
PORTLAND, Ore. -- Police are investigating another flash mob theft by a group of teens, this time at Nordstrom at the Lloyd Center.
Last week, a group of 16 teens converged on a Southeast Portland convenience store and stole merchandise and then ran out. Police are still investigating the incident.
Friday's incident happened just after 8 p.m. Police interviewed employees of the store who said a group of approximately 10 African-American male teenagers were in the store and began taking items and putting them in bags before they ran out the southwest doors of the store toward Northeast 9th Avenue.
Police who checked the area recovered some of the stolen clothing, but did not find the teens, who are ages 13-19 years old and all wearing hats and hoodies with their faces covered.
Cherise Vanhooser, who works at Lloyd Center, wasn't surprised at the incident.
"Kids steal all the time at the Lloyd center," she said. "I mean, I'm constantly dealing with it at work. I know a lot of the other managers are. It's just a constant problem. You always have to have someone on the floor because you can't trust anybody."
Police said they will work with Nordstrom officials to get surveillance video to help their investigation.
Anyone with information about this theft should email information to Portland Police.
By the end of my senior year I had read every book in the library that interested me. We had a track-mounted nun in there who enforced a code of silence which would have made the Mafia proud, so even dozing in the corner wouldn’t have been an option...
That works for me.
Yes, Elvis started all this with his swiveling hips!
At least the thieves are getting smarter...stealing from Nordstroms than the corner C-store...
I hate to laugh at that but there, but for the grace of God, [and fear of jail] go I...LOL
They call it a ‘teen flash mob”! If the kids were white you can bet your house the headline would be “White flash mob”!
The biblical admonition of ‘raise up a child int he way that they should go and when they are old they will not depart from it’ tells us these thieves are being raised to be that way. Of course that also means the dying Republic will have to deal with another generation of such vermin when these get old enough to sire their own vermin ... unless a cleansing happens. Sadly, the grandmothers who used to raise the black children are no longer part of the household equations of these semi-civilized families. Affirmative action has generated exactly what the democrats designed it for, an angry, doltish voting block who are easily herded.
Mine too, for just a little while; then I’d have caught *real hell* when he got me home! LOL. The “good old days”, eh?
The boys brought their squirrel and deer rifles to school all the time.
Every truck had them in the racks.
Nobody ever shot anybody else.
Now they’ll lynch kids for using their fingers to say “Bang!” and yutes kill each other over ugly sneakers.
We’ve all gone to Crazyland.
Isn't that profiling?
Uh-oh, somebody didn't get the memo !
“If (and I do have 2) I had a son”, he sure wouldn’t look/act like them. I’m sure their mother was on “some corner, somewhere, in some neighborhood, sometime”.
Social justice for what? Social justice for Muslim Arabs selling black Africans into slavery? They’re doing it yet today. Mob-robbers need to be shipped back to their precious Africa. Didn’t the U.S. give them their own country in Africa?
I disagree. The convenience stores and shopping malls are just the beginning. Office buildings, pharmacies, homes (especially the "mansion" type homes), hijacking pricey vehicles on the highway are some possibilities. I think thefts by masses of the "orcs and zombies" will start to occur more frequently when these mobs realize how easy it is to get away with it.
How many people have been prosecuted for the mob attacks that are seen so frequently on YouTube? These savages are counting on the "Race Card" to protect them from being shot. And they have plenty of reasons to think it will work.
OMG...the day I hooked school, I prayed my mom would accidentally drive off the mountain before we got home.
It was *not* a pleasant homecoming.
I put the blame squarely on the evil LBJ and his "Great Society" that has destroyed the black family.
We had one of those, too! “Robo-Nun” (Sister Something) was everywhere with that damned ruler! LOL!
The original WMD: Weapon of Metacarpal Destruction! Ours had brass endcaps on hers...
LOLOL! I had a couple of those days, too! I prayed for flat tires, blown-up engines, tornadoes, floods - whatever - to keep her away from the house for a while.
I volunteer at our small local hospital. Used to be, the pharmacy window in the hospital was open from 10:00 a.m.-4:00 p.m. A few months ago, they started locking it during the day - you have to ring a bell, and wait for a pharmacy attendant. There isn't even a clear window, so you can't see in. This is a small town on the Oregon Coast - not many minorities, but a lot of white, meth-head trash.
That is not a "flash mob". That is gang activity.
Check out Craigslist (Portland OR) for some interesting posts regarding this recent event.
Our Sister Something would distract us with that ruler and then swing a sock filled with rolls of dimes at the backs of our heads. When the “stars” finally cleared and we were able to get off the floor, we wouldn’t know what hit us. How she got away with a swinging-sock thing is still a mystery. Father What’s-His-Name just smiled and approved, everytime. LOL.
Wearing hoodies might be a good sign - seems a few don't want a record.
To the others - the ones who aspire to collect disability as part of a 'mentally disabled' scam - their quick ticket to the parasite class - they don't need the hoodie... a few crimes might help...
When they ALL stop wearing them is when we have to worry.
Nordy’s has superior surveillance. Hope they get real close up mug shots of the lil plicks.
Yes, it is going to be a long, hot summer — especially if Barack Obama decides he may lose the election and has to call out his brown-skinned Brown Shirts to whip the dissenters into line. There is no doubt in my mind that the whole assault on Zimmerman whetted the thugs’ appetite for more black mob rule.
I’m sorry, but I’ve had it. And if someone who reads this wants to call me a “racist,” have at it. I’m fed up.
It’s time we recognize that there is a massive racial divide in this country — and it is caused by those on the black side of it. Let’s be clear: I’m white — and every day in just about every way, I find I can no longer relate to those on the black side of the racial divide.
What they did at this mall is symptomatic of what they have done in mall after mall in city after city in this country. They move in on what once was a lovely, friendly mall, dominated by whites, and they wreak havoc.
One of the first malls in Baltimore (where I grew up back when it was a white, safe, and lovely city) was called Mondawmin. People would come from a hundred miles away to enjoy its ambiance. Then, the blacks moved in. They systematically trashed and destroyed that once wonderful mall. And now, it is unsafe for civilized shoppers.
They did the same at the malls in Edmondson Village, Northwood, Security Boulevard, Reisterstown Road, and Owings Mills. The malls were beautiful before the blacks arrived. With their violent, vulgar, filthy behavior, they destroyed them. And now the malls are disgusting shells of themselves.
They have done the same to our cities, our towns, and even the individual streets in towns where they took over. And now, whipped into one of their frequent emotional frenzies by Mr. Zimmerman having the gall to defend himself, they are demanding an end to “profiling” — while really means that when their hooded gangs move in for the kill, the rest of us are supposed to bend over, grab our ankles, and meekly await our horrifying end.
It’s time to face the sordid facts: the reason so many blacks are looked upon with suspicion is because so many blacks commit outrageous crimes — or support those who do.
Make no mistake about it, Barack Obama’s “Travon looks like my son” was a coded message to his brown skin Brown Shirts that it was time to begin the mob rule.
And the sad fact is: it has worked.
That is what places of business are going to have to resort to. In some high-crime places the convenience type stores use pass-through windows. The customer has to ask for what they want and the attendant gets it and passes it through the recessed drop area. The glass is bullet proof. I think all convenience stores should go to this system. If things don’t get better, all stores will have to adopt some form of this method.
My dad worked second shift at the prison so he’d be leaving as I was coming home and I’d run in the house, change clothes, grab the dog and the horse and take off into the mountains until after dark.
That gave mom time to chill out and by the time dad got home I was asleep.
I got very good at evasive maneuvers....;D
Nordstroms? What in that high end fashionista palace could possibly interest black teen males? I think this is a ‘hit whitey’ thing.
“If Id pulled crap like this as a teen, I wouldnt have the guts to go home ever again cuz I know my dad wouldve been waiting for me with a switch.”
Well, things are different now, starting with the fact that you actually knew who and where your father was.
“10 African-American male teenagers”
Did any one of them look like Obama son?
In the later stages, yes. Pharmacies will be targeted along with other stores in the early stages. Carjackings will increase (along with shooting of carjackers). More of the pricy cars have OnStar-type theft prevention where the engine can be turned off remotely. Just as increasingly-good car alarms led to carjackings, these new anti-theft devices may result in more carjackers kidnapping or killing their victims so they can't report the theft until the car is in the chop-shop. You will also see more truck hijackings.
I'm not sure about offices -- what do they have that can be sold for good money on the street, besides computers?
Warehouses and distributor locations, on the other hand, would have lots of loot, and would be vulnerable to heavily-armed goblin gangs.
Eventually, though, people will get sufficiently fed up to exterminate the underclass in its entirety.
“It’s probably too expensive to keep a group of thugs handy to take care of biz as these little vandals exit, but having entrance doors that lock down to prevent entry by a suddenly assembling group of hoods wouldn’t be that bad.”
Building and fire code regulations...
I honestly wish these “flash mob” @ssholes would try that in my presence. There is nothing wrong with them that some pepper spray and a baton cannot fix.
But did they bring their own bags........?
THAT’s funny! I wished I was that smart. I always used my BSA campouts as an excuse instead. Didn’t work; you’d think I’d have learned from the first one.
If the government gets it’s hands on our guns, we’ll have “flash mobs” coming to our homes.
At least this article gave the race of the perps.
Barry Manilow concerts.
It didn’t seem so “smart” in the rain or dead of winter....LOL
Anyone that sees all these “incidents” reported on the national news (in full, ethnic makeup of the perps and their clothing included) had better look outside, you will probably see unicorns in your yard.
Here in St. Louis, the public light rail system drops off the urban impis about two hundred yards from one of the region’s “best” malls (The Galleria, in Richmond Heights). At least one of the major department store maintains only a skeleton display of clothes on the first floor, because of rampant grab and dash theft by Barry’s sons. The darlings would storm the store, grab armloads of shirts and pants and then haul ass back to the train. Consequently, most of the store’s merchandise is now on the second floor.
Those of Barry’s boys who aren’t actively pillaging spend most of the day doing the Jesse Jackson Jr. Ghetto Strut up and down the mall’s cooridors. They run in packs, of course, to better intimidate the white housewives and their nutless menfolk.
All in all, this infusion of diversity makes for a wonderful shopping experience. Eventually, The Galleria will die, as does any mall that yields to black mobs (Northwoods, Jamestown, etc.), as increasing numbers of middle-class whites decide to shop on-line, rather than endure another ghetto experience. Triumphant, the hoodlums will simply move on, locust-like, to other commercial venues. And those will be killed off, in time.
All part of the plan.
Well, the blacks wanted and received their “rights.” Now we are seeing what they do with those “rights.”
Always the same suspects, in the same clothing.
The preferred clothing choice of thieves, thugs, and assassins everywhere.
Further, you could insert the name of any city into the story and it would fit the bill.
As they sow, so shall they reap.
How many of them acted like Holders’ people or Obamas’ kids?
Well, either you’re closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in River City.
Why sure I’m a billiard player,
Certainly mighty proud I say
I’m always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend
With a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a keen eye.
Never take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to yourself
From a three-reail billiard shot?
But just as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a balkline game,
I say that any boob kin take
And shove a ball in a pocket.
And they call that sloth.
The first big step on the road
To the depths of deg-ra-Day—
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An’ the next thing ya know,
Your son is playin’ for money
In a pinch-back suit.
And list’nin to some big out-a-town Jasper
Hearin’ him tell about horse-race gamblin’.
Not a wholesome trottin’ race, no!
But a race where they set down right on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up jockey’boy
Sittin’ on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil?
Well, I should say.
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table.
Pockets that mark the diff’rence
Between a gentlemen and a bum,
With a capital “B,”
And that rhymes with “P” and that stands for pool!
And all week long your River City
Youth’ll be frittern away,
I say your young men’ll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the ball in the pocket,
Never mind gittin’ Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin’ any water
‘Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that’s trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and lots a’ trouble.
I’m thinkin’ of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin’ in the pool
Hall window after school, look, folks!
Right here in River City.
Trouble with a capital “T”
And that rhymes with “P” and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I’m gonna be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes
On while they’re loafin’ around that Hall?
They’re tryin’ out Bevo, tryin’ out cubebs,
Tryin’ out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin’ all about
How they’re gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the pool hall,
Headin’ for the dance at the Arm’ry!
Libertine men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, shameless music
That’ll grab your son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle animal instink!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil’s playground!
Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in River City!
With a capital “T”
That rhymes with “P”
And that stands for Pool,
That stands for pool.
We’ve surely got trouble!
Right here in River City,
Gotta figger out a way
To keep the young ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...
Mothers of River City!
Heed the warning before it’s too late!
Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The moment your son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes from Capt.
Billy’s Whiz Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like ‘swell?”
And ‘so’s your old man?”
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in River city!
With a capital “T”
And that rhymes with “P”
And that stands for Pool.
We’ve surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, we’ve got trouble.
We’re in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil’s tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a “T”! Gotta rhyme it with “P”!
And that stands for Pool!!!
Apologies for a vanity post, but it’s relevant. Citizens need to step forward. Years ago my mother, my three college and high school age daughters and I had a clear view from the upstairs balcony of a chaotic purse snatch and gang chase through the mall. The group of girls standing next to us was terrified to be witnesses, to which my eldest responded with some rather unladylike remarks. My two eldest spent about 45 minutes with security and police.
My local bank near the mall has airlock-type doors. Outer door opens to short corridor. Inner door will only open if outer door is closed, and presumably if a teller hits the panic button anybody in the airlock will be trapped there.
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