Senseless Violence ... gets you killed.
Written on October 5th, 2004
A few days ago a friend of mine was jumped by five black dudes in Long
Beach, CA. By "jumped" I meant so severely beaten that he could have easily died.
He was walking to his car when he was bum-rushed out of nowhere
by five guys nearly twice his size. They knee'd him in the stomach and
began punching and kicking his ribs and head. He knew if he fought
back they wouldn't stop -- or even worse, probably kill him. So he covered himself
as best as he could and took a beating. Even worse, the fucking niggers that
jumped him pulled his arms away from his face so they could get a clear
shot of where they were kicking and hitting.
He was jacked for a cell phone, ATM card, and $80 in cash. All of which he
would have given up right away without a fight. He didn't need to be brutalized
by a bunch of fucking spineless cowards for $80 and some plastic.
- I'm going to tell you something right now: I'm not racist. I never have
been and I never will be. But I will gladly use the word "nigger" to describe
the animals that jumped him. I know some people will get offended and be
like, "how could that whiteboy say the word nigger and not be racist?". -
If you're one of those people, fuck you.
It wouldn't matter if the group of guys who jumped my friend were white,
hispanic, asian, or middle-eastern. I'd still talk shit and use as
many derogatory words to describe them as possible.
It would be ignorant
and unfair of me to judge an entire race of people based on the actions
of a few. I won't do that.
But I won't sensor my writing either. I'm not re-wording my
sentence to be "politically correct" or to appease anyone. If I want to use
the word "nigger" to describe five gutless, parasitic cowards, I will. If you
don't like it, then close the fucking browser and don't waste your time
reading this article or emailing me your opinions.
- - - -
Now the point of this story isn't to tell you about my friend. Sadly,
shit like that happens all the time. The point of this story is to describe
how flawed and fucked up our judicial system is. My friend happens to
be a victim of that system.
"How so?", you might ask. Well, take a look at this scenario:
Imagine if my friend happened to be carrying a weapon when he was jumped.
Better yet, imagine if he used that weapon to defend himself?
And to take this scenario a step further, what happens if my friend kills
one of his attackers in self-defense?
What if it was me? What if I was jumped or put in the same situation? If I
killed one of those motherfuckers, I'd probably end up in jail no matter
the circumstance. But who's at fault? Me? Or the dead guy bleeding
on the pavement?
It doesn't really matter who's at fault because I'm probably going to jail
for manslaughter because I'm alive and the guy I fucked up isn't. Unless of
course I'm wealthy. If I don't have a criminal record or I have a
few witnesses corroborating my story, then just maybe I'll get away with it.
But let's assume I was
attacked in a dark alley with no witnesses. Hypothetically, for defending my own life I'd be looking at a mandatory prison term.
Of course the alternative isn't such a bad choice if you prefer dying -- instead of fighting back and defending my life, I could have just put myself at the mercy of whoever is attacking me. Not knowing if they might want to
kill me or just beat my ass. Psh... sounds like a safe idea too me, right?!
YEAH FUCKING RIGHT!I'd rather be branded a "murderer" than a "fatality". Wouldn't you?
- - - -
Even if I survived and told the cops what happened, who am I going to describe?
Five big black guys? That describes about 70% of Los Angeles.
More then likely the LAPD would arrest the wrong people or
just drop the case all together. Where is the justice in that? Besides,
the cops working in that area probably receive enough racial profiling
complaints to fill a monument. How many of them would risk their
day jobs to investigate an assault case involving a skinny white boy that
was jumped by a bunch of black dudes?
But if I happened to be beaten to death it would be labeled a "tragedy". The
fucking pigs would treat it like another homicide and shrug their shoulders.
My family would be devastated and I'd be labeled another victim of a
senseless violent crime. People would call for "justice". Only in death do
people call for "justice". Why not get justice when you have a chance in life?
But in this case, justice would be self-defense, would it not? If an
individual died attempting to cause grievous bodily harm
to me, why should I be subject to imprisonment? It's not
like I went out looking to kill someone. It's not like I
caused a violent situation to begin with. Shouldn't human beings
be able to disable other human being(s) whom are threatening their life by any means necessary? And
if that resulted in death, so be it. Why does there always have to be a "bad guy"? Am I a bad guy if I take down someone trying to take me out? In my honest opinion, no fucking way.
The fact our judicial system even considers pressing charges on someone
in the event of an involuntary homicide in regards to self-defense is
fucking ludicrous. If anybody ever wondered why I'm anti-establishment,
this is clearly one of the reasons why.
POSTSCRIPT:
I'm going to continue carrying my knife around. If I'm ever in "my friend's"
situation and I'm out numbered by more than one guy, I'm not going to
hesitate defending myself by ANY MEANS NECESSARY. If someone dies
because they attempted to attack me, well that's tough luck for them.
Had they left me alone and not attempted to harm me physically, they
wouldn't be dead. The moral of this rant is to think twice about who you
fuck with. You never know what can happen when you fuck with the wrong person.
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