Have you ever suffered a racist attack or a hate crime?

Question

I went out for a walk after Christmas dinner by myself in 1999 and I was mugged and beaten by four black punks. Two of them grinded my face into the pavement while they screamed at me to give them my money. I gave them $20 to go buy crack or whatever. After I got away I went into a pizza parlor where I knew the manager. Another black punk who watched me get attacked from across the street followed me inside and broke my jaw from behind me. The coward didn't even have the courage to face me. I'll never forget the huge smile he had on his face before he left.

Answer 1

yes, who hasn't?

doesn't sound like a hate crime, sounds like you just got a really bad mugging.

did the shout racist words while they were kicking your butt? then you could get them in federal court, otherwise it's just an act of violence. sorry.

Answer 2

yes, unfortunately, many attacks when I was a kid living in Compton California from 1964 to 1973. I was two when I moved there. After the Watts Riots we were not safe outside of our yard. I happened to venture outside one day and a black kid came up to me and hit me full force across my shoulders and my back, with a wooden baseball bat, breaking my scapula. I could not breath for what seemed like an eternity.

Another time, a group of 5 boys cornered me up against a vehicle hitting me and I believe they would have raped me if my daddy didn't come to the door in his wheelchair (he had a stroke) with his shotgun and I was about 10 years old, the black boys were all about 15 years old.

There were numerous other altercations however, the saddest was what happened to my mother. She went outside the yard to get our wagon and she was attacked by a gang of 4 black girls who looked to be in their early twenties, and they beat her up so bad that she died a week later from her injuries, and hence my sister and I became wards of the court, and it all went downhill from there.

I will be honest, I have black friends and coworkers that I have no problems with, but if I don't know them, I am leary and non-trusting if there are more than two together walking down the street towards me. I am conditioned and rightly so. My childhood and family were torn apart by the actions of those 4 girls that day, and my poor mother was too scared to press charges, so they walked away, scott free. She died for nothing. She did nothing to deserve what she got. It's a shame. It really makes me angry today to think about it, and I have no sympathy at all for the african american plight, because I feel most of their problems are from their own poor choices.

Answer 3

When I was a kid, I was beat up by a group of older black kids because I am part white. Then as a teen, I was ostracized by white peers for being part black. Part of the reason I was a social outcast was also because I was poor.