Attempted Mugging in London Hyde Park
Not long after 9-11 in 2002 I was walking around the perimeter of Hyde Park in London, not far from Hyde park Mosque which I had passed previously and noted there were two Police Officers standing outside it guarding against revenge attacks for the Terrorist attack.
A bunch of about 6 Black Teenage males approached me and asked for the time. I looked at my watch and read it to them. “And your wallet mate.”
“No.” I responded..
“You’re not getting it.” I started to walk round them.
“There’s some police round the corner, outside the Mosque. Shall we see what they think about this?”
“Yeah mate. Yeah let’s see what they think.” One of the group said mockingly. I was walking quicker and was almost at the corner when the potential muggers lost their nerve.
“Er, it’s Ok mate. We’re sorry. We were just joking.” Said one of the group.
“Oh really? Well let’s see what the police think anyway shall we?” I shot back, fuming and pumped with Adrenaline.
The youths ran off and I was very grateful to walk up to the police and tell them what had just happened. We drove around in a Police van looking for them for a while but they had long gone.
In the early 2000s I was living in Brighton and walking home in the early hours one summer night walking through the South Laines down a pedestrianised Street in the City centre.
I tried teaching American black children for three years. I am Japanese and was used to Japanese schools — the only American school I had ever been to before my teaching career was a university. For three years, I tried to make it work at my loathsome ghetto school. The last straw was when a black “fellow” teacher tried to rape me.
My oldest daughter and her five friends (every single one of them student athletes from good families) were staying at a condo in Seaside Park and went to the boardwalk for fried Oreos at 10:30 PM at night. They were maliciously and brutally attacked by a pack of vicious blacks. One of them dragged my daughter by her hair while the others punched and kicked her. Her friends, outnumbered and “out streeted” got much the same. All of them had their phones stolen. When the attackers were caught, we learned that all of them had criminal pasts and prior records.
My experiences with blacks began at an early age in Detroit’s public schools. Even in the 1960s, the city’s education system was already in decline. The ordeal that us white students had to go through was harrowing, to say the least. White students did not use the restrooms, as a “beatdown” by multiple blacks was usually the result (blacks never fought one-on-one). We always tried to be in clear view of school personnel at all times in order to avoid being attacked.