There is a reason why you were nearly murdered... Black folks can smell a racist a mile away...

The halfway house that I worked at was at 2nd and Calhoun in Richmond... Every other weekend I was SOD (Staff on Duty) which meant that I was there for the entire weekend... Most Saturday nights I would be up until 2-3 in the morning and if it was warm enough I'd be sitting on the corner playing geetar, watching pimps, hookers and gang-bangers go about their business... But I'd also talk with anyone who came up to me... This was one of the roughest "hoods" in Richmond back then but guess what, Krinkx???

Give up???

I was never threatened or felt threatened... I'd talk with anyone who came up to me... And most Saturday nights it was a steady stream of folks coming by to say "hey" and do a little "shuckin' 'n jivin'"... I'd even try to talk 'um into drug rahab and a few actually got busted and ended up there...

The point is pretty simple... The Beatles got it right when they sang, "The love that you take is equal to the love that you make"...
You go in hating folks and it's comin' back atcha... That's called karma...

My thinks your karma could use a severe makeup, Krinkx... I mean, you ain't a bad guy... You just got bad karma...

BTW, when I worked in the jail we ain't talkin' Mayberry here... The Richmond City jail is as tough as any and worse than a lot of penitentiaries because you're throwing new folks, many who are scared, into general population tiers with 50 inmates to a tier... My classroom was F-5 which was all the way at the end of jail and on the 2nd floor... It was a 400 foot walk down the corridor with open tiers on both sides so every morning I had to walk thru one shit load of people being treated worse than animals... The guards were all pretty much thugs, too... And then a guard would unlock the door where I had my classroom and not come back to let me out until 3 hours later at noon... I mean, 90% of my students were black... I never felt threatened...

Like I said... It's all about karma....

B~