Why I Left Paterson, New Jersey
I am a victim of anti-white racism. In May 2012, three black guys beat me up for no other reason than being white. I was called “cracker,” “honky,” “white boy,” “faggot,” and several other names before getting punched in the face so hard, I lost three of my front teeth. And for what? Nothing more than the color of my skin! And they call white cops “racists.” All I did was park my car, step out onto the lot, and suddenly I was swarmed. I did nothing to provoke them. I stood up for myself, but it was impossible for me to handle three attackers at once. Blacks always attack when they have a clear numeric advantage.
That was in Paterson, New Jersey, where I grew up. I’ve since moved away because the place was becoming a war zone. You may have heard the story about a 12-year-old girl getting shot and killed in Paterson. Well, the killer, Jhymiere Moore, and I have a strange connection. A few years ago, my brothers and I finally convinced our elderly father to move out of the city. He was reluctant because he had literally built the house he’d lived in for some 50 years. Unsurprisingly, he sold to a black family . . . and that’s where the teenager who killed that 12-year-old was living at the time of his arrest.
I left Paterson because it was getting worse and worse. I moved to Pennsylvania, and now I’m locked and loaded with a carry conceal permit. I’ve never felt more safe.
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.
Mugged by Black Males and threatened with a stabbing in Brighton
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.
What a Japanese Teacher Learned at an American School
"Black males think they are entitled to all women"
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.
The Attack on My Daughter
"One of them dragged my daughter by her hair while the others punched and kicked her"
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.
