I was jogging Monday Labor Day September 7th. I stopped and sat near a sidewalk and went on my cellphone. A young college-aged African American man went up to me and stopped. He asked “What kind of phone is that?” “What’s your passcode?”
He was trying to rob me.
Based on my experience from over a decade ago and based on what I see happening to others, this man has no interest in sparking a friendly conversation about the brandname of my cell phone or my passcode. If someone asks you that, they are seconds away from snatching what is in your hand.
So, I immediately stood up and got in his face. He started talking shit. I talked shit back. His rant was basically, “You know who runs LA? Mexicans! Are you Mexican? I’m only robbing Mexican’s because ya’ll own everything”
His infantile take on this is a tell-tale sign, if you attempt to engage intellectually, you will lose and be frustrated if not punched in the face and robbed.
So, I didn’t waste my time explaining how illogical his sentiments are, it’s obvious he’s a bigot. Confrontation is the only thing that’s going to stop him.
If I pretend he’s not talking, turn my back, and walk away, I’m going to be participating in one of those videos you see on Social Media where some random person is walking and you see someone else punch them from the side or the back and they pass out and everyone comments about the ethnicity of the attacker or blames you for not being aware of your surroundings.
It worked. Talking shit back he began the retreat. He started walking away as I was ending it with “I get to walk away with anecdote about your racism, forever! You literally invent racism. If I was someone with a lesser IQ I’d be racist now thanks to you!” he kept walking and saying “Fuck Mexican’s I’m robbing Mexican’s”.
TEN-HEADED SKELETON 