So I was coming home from shopping at KP Asian Market yesterday when I decided to have a cappuccino and read a book at Equator Coffee, just down the block from my home. I’d been sitting there peacefully, enjoying the mild weather, for about 45 minutes, when a Black guy started screaming at me.
“White privilege!” he shouted over and over, with a mad, crazy look in his eyes. I decided to ignore him. I mean, what’s the point of engaging? He looked homeless, and was pulling a large cart crammed with his belonging. So I went back to reading my book.
He came closer, still screaming “White privilege!” I figured he was high on some kind of stimulant. He was ranting and raging. White this, white that, and getting closer all the time. What would you have done?
At one point I said to him, “Hey, we can be friends.” That really upset him. Now he was inches away from my face, and he launched into a profanity-laden screed about how he would never be my friend because of—you guessed it—White privilege. I was starting to be fearful. I’m a little guy (and at the age of 79, getting shorter). I have cancer, and the Black guy was at least six feet tall and half my age. Plus, his anger was no doubt fueled by copious amounts of adrenaline that would have given him extra strength.
By this time the other patrons at Equator were watching the whole thing roll out. So were the staff, behind their counter. At one point, I asked the staff to please call the police. The Black guy was raging; I was in shock, and all I wanted at that point was to avoid being hit, or worse (who knew if he had a weapon?). My sunglasses were in a case, on the table (I had my reading glasses on). The guy grabbed my sunglasses, which really annoyed me, but again, what could I do? Eventually, when he realized the staff was calling the cops, he backed off, muttering something about “Go ahead and call the fucking cops.” But he still had my sunglasses. Then he grabbed my hoodie, which had been draped onto the back of my seat, threw it on the ground, and kicked a big metal bowl of water that had been set out for dogs onto it, drenching it. Before he left, he got in some final insults, about me being small and “old,” and as he headed down Bay Place, he kept screaming about White privilege.
The cops came in about 15 minutes. They were polite and professional and the female cop, Officer Garcia, was as sweet as could be. She knew I was shaken up from my trembling hands. She was yet another reason (as if I needed one more) for my profound respect and affection for our cops. I wanted to hug her at one point but didn’t.
They asked if I wanted to file charges and I didn’t have to think twice about it. “Hell, yes.” I wanted my sunglasses back. She also gave me a folder about hate crimes: due to my age, it’s possible that the Black guy was guilty of elder abuse.
As I type these words, on Monday afternoon, I’m still shaking. I’ll be fine; I declined Officer Garcia’s kind and repeated offer to call an ambulance. But I am pissed off—really pissed off. This is the third time in the last 1-1/2 years I’ve been assaulted by Black guys because I’m White, elderly and apparently defenseless. I want the cops to find the Black dude and arrest him and I want the D.A. to file the maximum charges. I want that person off the street, for his own good and for ours. I can’t recall a time in my life when I filed charges against another human being, but I’m ready this time.
That Black guy is a ticking time bomb, filled with hatred and violence. A thug and a racist. And, by the way, a bully and a coward; if I’d been a 6’2”, 40-yearold trucker, he would never have hassled me. Anyone who says Black people can’t be racist is living in la-la land. Yes, they can. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of hearing from progressives that Whites are racists while Blacks are innocent victims of White privilege. That message resonates with mentally ill Black people. Most Black people, I assume, want nothing more than what I want and what we all want: to live our lives in peace and quiet. But there are simply too many sociopaths like the Black maniac who accosted me.
Progressives can no longer pretend this isn’t a problem. They can no longer tell us we’re not seeing something that we are seeing. There’s something dreadful brewing within the Black community, and while it may be a small minority of Black people, this anti-White rage is growing. I don’t give a damn about “400 years” and all that. It’s not 1619, it’s 2025. Time for these Black racists to drop their grievances and get with the program. Time also for the likes of Barbara Lee, Carroll Fife, Pamela Price and their allies to speak the truth for once in their lives, and denounce anti-White racism, instead of stirring it up.
Steve Heimoff