How My Niece Died
"stabbed more than seventy times"
For a long time, my niece couldn’t get her act together. She didn’t do well in school and was deeply troubled by a broken marriage that ended when she was very young. But her life seemed to turn around when she joined the Navy and became a well-liked Operating Room Nurse. While in the military, she associated with a lot of blacks, and eventually got pregnant with a mulatto baby.
And then, three black men my niece thought were her friends killed her and her baby. The two of them were slaughtered in a parked car. The baby got it relatively easy. Still strapped in her car seat, the six-month-old was stabbed in the heart and killed instantly. Meanwhile, her mother was stabbed more than seventy times.
The main killer, ratted out by the other two, received a death sentence, mandatory in Florida for the murder of a person 12-years-old or under. But somehow, it got commuted to life. This was not a crime of passion. It was a cold blooded murder plot involving a $100,000 insurance policy on the life of the baby. This plan never had a chance of succeeding, but the “brothas” went ahead with it anyway. These three “fellas” should have paid for this crime with their lives, and 25 years later, none of them have.
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.
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.