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 was jumped by blacks twice while living in Los Angeles. Another time, I was walking down the street and a black guy told me he would, “Cut my muthaf*ckin’ head off!” I was just walking by. I hadn’t said a word to him, or even glanced in his direction. Another time, I was seated on a bus I and a black guy looked at me and said “All you muthaf*ckin’ white people are racist. I don’t give a f*ck where you from. All you muthaf*ckas are bad.”

A few years ago, a white friend of mine got this black girl’s number at the bar he works at. He went to her house to pick her up for a first date. When he walked in, there were six black guys waiting for him inside who pummeled and pistol whipped him. They robbed him on the spot. But that wasn’t good enough for them. They then took him for a ride to an ATM and had him withdraw as much money as possible. But that still wasn’t good enough for them. They then had him take them to his home where they robbed his house.