Man....its been a while since I had to deal, or not, with knuckleheads. I just came back from lunch. I had gone across town to the bank to deposit a check someone wrote me. I actually did not have to go to that location, but I had an hour to kill for lunch so I drove across town to a bank where I used to live when I first moved to Minneapolis. After I deposited the check, I stopped at McDonalds and went inside to eat. There was a long line and I had been waiting about 5 minutes and I was finally up next. Then in walks this cat that looked like he was auditioning to play the part of a thug on America's most wanted. He proceeded to jump right in front of me and place his order. Now maybe the less confrontational thing for me to do was to just let him order before me, but instinctively I went up to the counter and said "naw Im next". He then turned around and looked at me, probably peeped me out as not in his league (in other words having something to lose), then he went to another line and started calling me all kinds of stupid Mutha F and more choice words. He was with his girl so I know he was really trying to clown and impress. So I just ignored him....ordered my food and sat down to eat it. Once he got his food too, he sat down and got up about 3 times walking back and forth past my table, but never looked at me or said anything. I guess he thought I should be shook or something...but I kept eating my food and watching him from the corner of my eye. So when I finished my food I am thinking that something is about to go down so I prepared myself mentally and concluded that I would not escalate the situation and would walk away unless touched. I do have a lot to loose by playing who's the baddest. He can have that crown because there is no way to defend it and stay alive or out of jail. Who order their burger first is not worth all that. So anyway.....when I got up to walk out he got up and was heading strait toward me. I did not move and just kept my direction. I don't know what came over him....but before we reached each other he got the hell out of my way.

We brothers got to stop with all the okey doke. When I was back in Michigan slit like this was all too often and I swear if I had not left when I did I would be dead or in jail because of it. You can only walk away from so much slit before one day some cat catches all a persons pent up aggression. In retrospect, what I should have done was just let the brother order first. I think I would have normally done that but I guess it's a high testosterone day for me.
Vita vya panzi (ni) furaha ya kunguru. War among grasshoppers delights the crow. Msema kweli hana wajoli. The speaker of truth has few friends. ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( Noah The African in America
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Originally posted by Noah The African:

In retrospect, what I should have done was just let the brother order first. I think I would have normally done that but I guess it's a high testosterone day for me.


Nah - you should have taken your Glock out and shot him right there at the counter. That'd be the last time he cut in line at McDonald's! karate
Ain't it a shame! I remember when a brotha could say "What's hap'nin'" or give a quick head-nod of acknowledgement to almost any other brotha regardless of whether or not you knew him. It was around the early '80s, when the gang thing really started to explode, when I realized that you couldn't even look at a lot of brothas without them looking back at you like you just talked about they momma. Of course, there was tension between black folks before then, but it has definitely gotten progressively worse. Time was you could call another black man "blood", and it meant the same as calling him "brother", and it was just as common. But once the Bloods and Crips got to be so big, I had to remind myself not to say "blood" anyone. What a shame.
Nah...if I had the heater on me and pulled it I would be sitting in Jail right now for murder. I always keep at my 6-inch blade with me at all times. My wife don't like me having the heaters and I really don't like having them either because the strange thing is the older I get it seems the harder it is not to warm some fools up with hot lead.

I tell youth all the time to just walk away from slit.... but it as not as easy as said. I have a vindictive personality and its really hard for me to just let slit go. You see I don't think anyone out here is playing.... and I don't believe in playing either. I learned early in life that unless you are willing to take it the distance then leave it alone and don't escalate it because it always gets out of control quick. So just walk away or just blast away.

I guess I am really mad at myself for not simply letting the brother go ahead and order before me because I knew damn well it would result in a confrontation. I survived this long above ground and out of jail by following certain rules and I did not follow them this time and its bothering me. If I ended up going to jail for slicing this brothers throat or dead from him slicing mine or gunshot...would it have been worth it? Hell no? I guess that I have been out of the "D" for so long now that I am slipping and not following the rules. One of the main rules is never, unless totally unavoidable, promote a confrontation with someone who has far less to lose than you do, because even if you win.... you lose.

BigTeacher, you are so right about that. I mean cats be killing each other regulary as far back as I can remember....actually things seem a little better now than in the past to me. However, at the same time we still had brotherly love in between all the frustration and confrontation. Now everywhere were I go and see a brother they wearing their screw face. Hey....maybe that is so no ragamuffin won't cut in front of them and Mc D...LOL. People used to say that I had a screw face when I first moved here...but it was not conscious. I had a lot of problems with that "look" in corporate America as it was way to threating for that crowd as they always seemed to think I was "angry". Now when I go to the hood....brothers don't see that "look" and feel they can clown you.
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Maybe you should start eating healthier... I have yet to see any thugs or thug wanna be's in Whole Foods...


I guess we can all stand to do that. I normally bring my lunch from home and eat at the office. I probably go to Mc D or any other type fast food places no more than 5 times a year. Yesterday was one of those days.

Anyway...its now another day and I am feeling another way. Yesterday I was feeling like I needed to kill somebody but today I am alright. Like I said...I have a vindictive nature and sometimes its hard to control. I remember when I was a youth I went to take out this brother who I had been beefin with or should I say who had be beefin with me. One of my brothers had given me a sawed off and 38. because he had owed me some money. I did not ask him for it and he did not know about my beef. I was about 17. I borrowed a friends moped and did not tell him why. I had my black outfit, had my mask (winter ski cap) and the 38. I was going to come up from out the alley and creep up from the side of the house where this brother was always hanging. It was two houses down from my girl friends house (that is why we were beefin as he had tried to rape her she said). To make a long story short I had every intention of shooting this brother....but to my good fortune that same day.....the police raided that house and he got caught up and went to prison for a long time. That saved the rest of my life......I am sure. Getting this brother was just eating away at me inside. It was like I was possesed or someting. That is when I knew I had to get out of my environment because there would always be another cat like him as replacement.
I guess whomever or whatever was looking after you that day did not want you to become one of the "grasshoppers"... Wink

How do you think your life would have changed had you been successful in your intentions?
My wife and I made several life choices in seventies to avoid raising our children in such an environment.

There is no way to win by reacting.

Regardless of what happens to the 'clowned'.

My grandson (7 years old) gets 'clowned' now.

It happens every time he finds himself in groups of kids from 'in town'.

Otherwise its called bullying.

And that happens too.

Stay strong.

PEACE

Jim Chester
When people are in their youth, below say 14, a fight is just a fight. Most often you HAVE to react as a youth because if you do not you will be a target daily. Once you get above 15 the wagers and risk of doing battle changes. If you whoop somebody it will "be continued" and the next time they see you they may be armed or with their boyz who want some "get back".

What really separates and traps many people into poverty is the inability to make choices for the long run. Choices made from short term impulses often ruin the rest of people's lives. People with a rewarding future, or the hope of such, should not wager it in battle with people who have no future. The way to win the battle is preemptively being violent to the point that your adversary cannot respond. Once you do that you are going to jail because the way the law is you had a chance to just walk away or flee which eliminates your response from being self-defense.
What really separates and traps many people into poverty is the inability to make choices for the long run. Choices made from short term impulses often ruin the rest of people's lives. People with a rewarding future, or the hope of such, should not wager it in battle with people who have no future. The way to win the battle is preemptively being violent to the point that your adversary cannot respond. Once you do that you are going to jail because the way the law is you had a chance to just walk away or flee which eliminates your response from being self-defense.---Noah the African

That is profound.

Thank you for 'putting it out there'.


PEACE

Jim Chester
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What really separates and traps many people into poverty is the inability to make choices for the long run. Choices made from short term impulses often ruin the rest of people's lives. People with a rewarding future, or the hope of such, should not wager it in battle with people who have no future. The way to win the battle is preemptively being violent to the point that your adversary cannot respond. Once you do that you are going to jail because the way the law is you had a chance to just walk away or flee which eliminates your response from being self-defense.---Noah the African

That is profound.

Thank you for 'putting it out there'.


PEACE

Jim Chester

yeah
Good words Noah,

One has to remember what they have invested in themselves and also how it would affect their close ones....those two things alone make stupid azz bullschit not be worth it all. I have had a similar situation where some fool swore everyone wanted his little trick azz woman...he started talking that crip schit and I had the heater in my pocket.......I just let it play out but i'm glad as hell he did not come up with anything shiny...my action is registered so if i use it the incident must be able to pass muster in court......
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Maybe you should start eating healthier... I have yet to see any thugs or thug wanna be's in Whole Foods...


True, but rude is rude, whether in Mcdonalds or Whole Foods (love the place). Backing down might be safe but everytime someone does, these idiots just feel more enbolden to continue their behavior, at some point we all need to let them know we will not be pushed around.
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Originally posted by AudioGuy:
Maybe you should start eating healthier... I have yet to see any thugs or thug wanna be's in Whole Foods...


True, but rude is rude, whether in Mcdonalds or Whole Foods (love the place). Backing down might be safe but everytime someone does, these idiots just feel more enbolden to continue their behavior, at some point we all need to let them know we will not be pushed around.


In other words, Noah, you did the right thing. That dude needed to be checked - punk ass - for trying to front for his little tack-headed girlfriend. I've had to check dudes of all races and nationalities from time to time in public. It's not about winning or losing it's about just putting a fool in check.

Case in point: I'm cruisin' down the boulevard when this group of people, two white women and a white dude, decide they're going to try to walk across an intersection I was driving through. Of course I hit my horn and blasted them as I drove through the intersection. As I passed by the dude screams "you asshole!"

At that point a fuse was lit in my head - I put it in reverse, backed up to the dude and said: "Pedestrians don't have the right of way when the light is GREEN, dumbass!" As I drove off one of the chicks kicks my car and says "Fuck you!"

I pulled my car over to the side, jumped out of the car and marched toward the ignorant fools. As I'm getting closer the dude hails a cab and jumps in the front seat of the car. One white chick screams at the other chick to get in the car but of course there's always one dimwit that has to show out.

The white chick screams "Fuck you, you black peice of shit!!" Meanwhile, the punk is sitting in the cab trembling while talking the 911 person on his cellphone. I confronted the white chick for kicking my car and she threw a punch at me! 17

I blocked the punch and pinned her to the trunk of the cab with one hand. The other white chick is screaming "Oh my God I can't beleive you'd put your hands on a GIRL!" Anyways, the cops show up and a couple of witnesses jump into the act. The witnesses saw the whole thing and blamed it on the two white chicks and the dude.

The cops got everyone's story and compared notes, then came over to me and said based on the stories it's their fault for starting the confrontation and asked if I wanted to press charges. I chilled and told the cops how the guy that started the whole mess was the one that jumped in the cab like a little girl and left the two women on the street. They laughed their asses off and told me to enjoy my weekend. 20

What's the point of that story? Sometimes you just gotta handle yours. fo tfro karate
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Man! you did the right thing as to just walk away from that situation. i mean no body got hurt or anything. it takes a real man to think first and walk away....even if you did have a gun on you it is not worth it. trying to show each other that i am the tuffest is the most stupidest thing brothers can do...thats why you see black on black crime soooo much. if brothers can stop and THINK like you just did, we could have less killing in our community

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