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A Letter from the Bay Area

This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.

I live in the Bay Area. Total hell hole. Last year, I was in Berkeley for some stupid reason. I parked, got out with my daughter, and was immediately treated to a cascade of screaming and cussing. A black woman was telling me to move because she wanted my parking spot. I let her know it wasn’t happening. This enraged her further, so she held her cell to her ear and faked a call to her “people” to come jump me and my daughter. I said, “Oh I have people too, let me call them . . . 911!”

Just then, a huge white guy driving a big truck pulled up. He saw the commotion and started yelling at the black woman on my behalf. He told her, “I don’t care anymore, you have five seconds to drive away.” Well . . . she floored it! She went from menace to coward in the blink of an eye. The sad thing was that she had a little girl in her back seat, maybe 9- or 10-years-old. The little girl was also cussing and threatening me. Sad.