The Cesspool Obama and I Crawled Out Of

The American Thinker ^ | February 13, 2011 | Jonathan David Carson

[Scanian]

A Memoir of life in Hyde Park

Claire and I went into a fried chicken place and sat in a booth. At the counter was a drunk cop, and in front of the juke box a young black moved his legs in time to the music, deciding what to play next. The cop told him to stop dancing, but he put in another dime. The cop told him again and got up from his seat, staggering over next to us. He drew his revolver and tried to point it at the offender. It floated lazily upward, turning this way and that, as if it had a drunken mind of its own, stumbled, and fell to the level of the table. Then it seemed to clear its head and rose again, only to fall clattering to the floor.

The song over, the dancer left, and the waitress brought us our chicken.

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We went into a liquor store to get change for the Laundromat. A man came in to hold the place up, so we retreated to the back. For some reason, despite the exchange of several shots, the result was still in doubt, and Claire and I became impatient. By now it was time to put the clothes in the dryer. There was no help for it, so we walked past the register and out the door.

****

It was late and cold. Conrad and I were walking down 53rd Street. There were more than the usual number of thirteen and fourteen-year-old black kids with their car antennas, but nothing happened till we reached a four-stand hamburger joint, the only circle of light for blocks around. Suddenly, from across the street came thirty or forty of these kids, their leader screaming, "Now we're all going to get supper tonight!"

[livius]

Obama grew up either in a foreign country or in a comfortable white home in Hawaii. His contact with Chicago was certainly not “in the sewers,” either as his black half or as his white hippie half (which appears to have been the author’s experience).

Even Michelle was from a relatively comfortable family; her parents were Dem politicians, and while they may have profited off the misery of others, I doubt that they shared it.

[SonOfDarkSkies]

Interesting article!

Can't decide if Obama sees that filth as his natural habitat or if he believes in his heart of hearts that Sharia would bring order to the chaos.

[HiTech RedNeck]

Claire and I got out. I wish Michelle and Barack hadn't.

Oh that would have been fine, if they had chosen to go live in Barack's all-but-surely native Kenya, rather than become the biggest political huckster (small h) the US ever knew.

[HiTech RedNeck]

Barack/Barry seemed to have an obsession about identifying with his “blackness” which, to him, would mean the sewer folk.

[SkyPilot]

Conrad froze, and I pulled him into the middle of the street, toward the attackers, but where we would be somewhat protected by the traffic. Conrad still wouldn't react, and when I turned to pull him back again, the antennas started coming down in my face. That seemed to wake him up, and we got away.

This vivid description brought memories flooding back from an incident many years ago when I was living in Boston. We were traveling on the Blue Line, back from the Aquarium. My little sister (who was about 14 years old at the time) was with my wife and I). At a sudden stop along the line, the doors swung open about a group of 25 young black boys got on the train. They sided up right to our side of the car where we were standing. As the train started to move, they began to taunt all the white people near them. The verbal exchanges quickly grew physical, and then two of them produced folding hunting knives.

Everything happened at once: women and girls near them were fondled, men were pushed. The train slowed down, and as the door opened one grabbed my little sister's purse that she was tightly clutching to her chest. I got in the their faces, screamed at them, and demanded the purse back. One threw it at her, while another punched her in the face. Then, more knives were produced, and the gang turned on me in with vengeance and hatred. Spit seconds were now long lengths of time. A knife came near my throat, and my wife grabbed me by the coat collar and shouted in a scolding voice"No! No! No!

Before I knew it, she thrust herself between me and the attackers. Everyone on the train had long since ran, including the MBTA driver. The platform was even empty. All you could hear were shouts, whistles, and screams. One black boy with a red bandanna on his face stood with my wife, and put his arms from side to side, telling them not to kill me. "He ain't worth it! He ain't worth it!

We ran off the train, up the stairs at a stop where we didn't even know where we were.

When we at last got back to my apartment, my sister finally started to cry, and my wife and I began to shake.

[wintertime]

What this man writes is true.

I grew up in the Kensington section of Philadelphia. I was a nurse in inner city Philly hospitals, one of which was the Philadelphia General Hospital.

In my thirties my husband and I finally got out.

[bill1952]

Oh yeah, its true.

BTW, my ex was a Kensington girl. 2nd & Allegeny.

[Fireone]

Welcome to the world according to “gun control”.
Fight it or, get used to it.

[bert]

Jonathan David Carson ........ paging Jonathan David Carson !!

Obama still lives in a cess pool. He is a DIY cesspool maker

[Condor51]

One problem with what Hippie Drug Boy writes about. Most of it isn't in Hyde Park, but Woodlawn - which was a hellhole and still is. And a 'Chicken Joint' in Hyde Park? Uh... I don't think so.

Also, I grew up and lived in Chi during the era this supposedly took place and I can't ever recall the CTA (Buses) going out on strike - ever.

Oh, and the Obamas don't live in 'Hyde Park'. Their 'mansion' is in Kenwood.

Chicago is made up of very defined neighborhoods. The borders are explicit and if you lived there you didn't confuse one with the other - and some you stayed out of depending where YOU were from. (See Kiddies. This is what drugs will do to your mind)

[RoadTest]

I enjoyed the writing, whether or not the story is true.

[raybbr]

The article reads like the ravings of an LSD trip, which the author admits using.

I went to HS very near Hyde Park in the '70s. Nothing like this happened there. Around my HS was a different story. A true ghetto area. I once watched, in the middle of my algebra class, someone toss a flaming mattress out of 2nd story door. They all stood around watching it burn.

We would take the bus home and be taunted by blacks all the way. They hated us. Probably still do.

[mistfree]

Nice piece of fiction. I did a Google map search and found that 6022 South Woodlawn, Chicago, IL is right in the middle of the University campus, “street view” is pretty nice. I did a Yahoo search as well just in case Google was wrong. Same place. I will admit the story was well written, it draws you in nicely.

[Condor51]

*** The article reads like the ravings of an LSD trip, which the author admits using. ***

Exactly. He 'remembers' things but not in the right time, place, order, or setting (He evidently went to the UofC but surely wasn't from Chicago). He did get 'The Point' correct though. I'll give him that much. But anyone looking at a Google Map can get that correct.

*** We would take the bus home and be taunted by blacks all the way. They hated us. Probably still do.***

I know THAT feeling. My old HS, Kelly, played a lot of South Side Black HS's and we'd play those games at Gately Stadium, 810 E 103RD St. The buses were chartered but that was a ride from hell from there back to 'friendly territory'. And for some reason I don't recall the driver taking the most direct, safest, route out - straight west on 103rd (or even west on 95th St). It's like he zig-zagged through the Ghetto on purpose.

[livius]

Barack/Barry seemed to have an obsession about identifying with his “blackness” which, to him, would mean the sewer folk.

Good point. Muslim Arab-African that he is, that's probably exactly what he thinks of American blacks.

[sand lake bar]

I lived for several years in Hyde Park, on 51st, then on 50th St. It’s like “Hyde Park/Kenwood.” There were at least two chicken joints in Hyde Park, both “Harold’s,” turning out some of the best fried chicken in the world.

Hyde Park (this was late 80s, early 90s) was a mix of fun, intellectualism, and danger.

[Popman]

Horrible story.

So what weapon do you now CCW?

[Bigg Red]

The borders are explicit and if you lived there you didn’t confuse one with the other....

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Considering the drug assaults this fellow mounted upon his own brain, he was most likely confused about a lot of boundaries.

[Condor51]

Out of curiosity, how far West in Hyde Park were these Harold's Chicken joints?

From the Dan Ryan going East it wasn't exactly safe until you hit the Midway and UofC campus. Even going through Washington Park is 'iffy' at the wrong time. At Cottage Grove Ave the tension drops as it gets 'nicer'.

Maybe you lived there at this time, but during the early 80's I was a Project Manager for our company (a sub) on a big Construction Project at the UofC. I had two options on getting there: One was down the Dan Ryan. Second was Lake Shore Drive.

If I knew had to go the Dan Ryan way I always had my Colt DT Snubby tucked in my belt (loaded with Super-Vels). All Project Managers had to dress like businessmen back then so no one could see a gun under a Suit or Sport Coat. We were Targets Of Opportunity for any scumbag₍₁₎. So the 'heck' with that.

(1) And the CPD was 'gun friendly' to Businessmen who carried back then. Heck I got the advice on a Colt v S&W and on the Super-Vel ammo FROM a Chi PD Homicide Detective (go Colt) and an Undercover Narc (use Super-Vels).