Originally Posted By governmentman:
Yeah, I don't buy it partularly since the author strongly implies the only reason for the described behavior is race. Culture is not color.
There are likely schools this bad, but it is due to the social environment in which the kids were raised, not the color of their skin.
Apparently, you've never spent time around blacks in their native environment. I bet Philly is just as bad. I grew up in Dayton, Ohio in the 1960's/70's. I got bussed for school to the "all black areas" in the great gov desegregation experiment. It sucked, I got beat up nearly daily by a black mobs and it failed in the experiment. Blacks usually don't want to be around whites and vice-versa.
Working LE in Phoenix, I was asked by a black arrestee why my "gat was clear?" What? He motioned to my taser, not my Glock 21. It was clear because I voluntarily went to Taser International and "rode the lightning" and got a clear taser. He didn't understand anything I said. Then I said, "I don't know. Why are you ugly?" I was accused of being "racis" and he wanted to file a formal complaint to my supervisor. I had to go talk to him and get it straightened out to his satisfaction. He finally admitted that he always pulls the "racis" card whenever he doesn't understand something or disagrees with it. My partner that night was a black man and I asked this arrestee what my partner thought about him calling me racist against blacks.
Dayton, Ohio city proper was populated by more than 70% blacks back then. So much, that all the top city gov positions, including council members, were blacks. The mayor, police chief, fire chief, Assemblymen, city manager. I don't care and didn't back then, but the politics of the area were very liberal and backwards thinking and were very much against whites. Black judges were harsher in penalties against whites than if it were a black on trial.
Before you accuse me of being racist, my best friend in grade school was a black kid and one of my greatest and longest friendships in the army was a guy named Ray and he was the tallest and darkest black man I've ever seen. I protected him from a mob of KKK protesters outside of Ft. Campbell, KY in 1984 with my personally owned gun. He was from Brooklyn and I cared for him like a brother.
This essay is spot on in my experience. Race is thicker than water with people.