Not such post-racial times afterall.

So stick to the county fairs in Wisconsin and skip the state fair in West Allis, outside of Milwaukee? Message received.

Call after call came in to the 911 dispatcher, each sounding similar but adding a new story:

"Hi I'm calling because my kids came from the state fair and they were attacked by a group of black people that opened the car door and started punching them," one woman tells the dispatcher.

Then, another caller:

"Hi, uhm, there was like 25 black kids that were trying to jump a State Fair park worker," a woman says.

One caller just after 11:30 said he "just wanted to make sure somebody got to the kid who was getting, just, pummeled on the side of the road."

"The African Americans that were beating the hell out of him pulled him up off the sidewalk into the bush," he says. And then: "And the security guard, the African American lady that was working that gate, her ass needs to be fired, because she didn't do a damn thing. She just stood there and watched."

In another tape, a man who sounds drunk or dizzy tells the dispatcher he was jumped and beaten, and eventually turns his rage on her.

"Yeah, there's a group of African Americans that are walking down 75th Street, going north, that thought it was okay to have a law abiding citizen walking by... and they just jump me, what?"

"Do you need an ambulance, sir?"

"No I don't need an ambulance. I'm bleeding but I don't give a shit."

"Do you want an ambulance?"

"No I don't want a fucking ambulance. Send some squads, arrest these people."

"We have squads all over the area you're going to have to walk up to an officer and find one."

"Walk up to an officer? I don't see an officer anywhere what are you talking about?"

"We have about 20 squads all around the general area."

"I mean this is what I gotta go through, I pay taxes and I'm walking down the fucking street -- really? -- and this is what the fuck happens, some stupid fucking black motherfuckers, they think they can just punch people, really?"

Meanwhile, if you're a black man raised in a "race-conscious" home, you probably want to be talking about the Dougherty trio today, and trying to spin that as a true setback for "white culture", whatever kind of matching nonsense that might be.

To spell it out,
the two incidents are not comparable. Sorry, and I'm not just saying that because I was raised in a "race-conscious" white home. (Yessiree.) There's no indication the trio was acting in a show of ethnic identity, and I really doubt black people are fearing or thinking about protecting themselves from dangerously armed groups of white siblings now, the way people are contemplating why they might want to arm themselves -- or their wives and children -- under Wisconsin's new concealed carry laws.

Chicago, Milwaukee, Center City -- these youths have a problem that I hope gets addressed in their "race conscious" home dwellings, if the liberals could only see the problem crying out for help, before consequences kick in. (Not everyone is content to just play victim, you know. And not everybody is unconscious or asleep these days.)

Not up here, necessarily. In Northern Wisconsin.
We still can have community gardens*, keep our doors not as gated and locked bunkers, and can trust strangers. But that southern Wisconsin -- Madison and Milwaukee --mentality is frighteningly close. Luckily, the cold and more extreme natural circumstances keeps 'em huddled close and government-dependent down in the State Capitol and race segregated in the Milwaukee suburbs...

And people say that's a bad thing.


* Here's the proper current intellectual advice, it seems, very elite Madison appeasement-oriented:

My advice to people who nurture tomatoes and various vegetables: Buy that stuff at the store and grow something people don't steal. Or does that make me like that supposedly contemptible policeman who advised women to deal with the problem of rape by wearing modest clothing?

Response?

Tank said...
Take a bite of a store bought tomato.

Take a bite of a tomato you picked in your garden.

End of story.

Really, that's why I grow tomatoes, mint and basil in the limited area I have.

Even better is fruit. Have you ever compared a strawberry you just picked to one from the store? You'll never buy one in a store again.

Surrender gardeners, comes the response:

What is the taste of a stolen tomato to a person other than the thief?

Answer: Lip-smackingly delicious, for those who don't give up and quit, letting the "bad guys" win. They can't steal from everyone you know.

(I suspect the Madison prof might just have stock in Whole Foods then, with an incentive to believe her pricey purchases best home-grown efforts and simplicity. Heh.)

In other news, though I haven't been out with the camera, the Romas are ripening nicely, Mal's been frying the eggplant up everytime I visit and bring an armload, and he's doing pretty good pickling the cukes too.

The Thai basil was a great winter investment -- can't wait to see how my frozen stock will spice up soups and slow-cooked meats this summer, not to mention the sauces and canned tomatoes as they come in.

Don't let the negativity scare you: there's an awful lot of home-grown natural goodness in this state, despite what the transplanted East Coasters downstate might represent. And those maurading gangs of black kids? They'll shape up soon, in one way or another, I suspect.

This isn't London, and we have ways of making one respect private property here. Preferably through the courts, but there's always the option of self defense, if they move past stealing fruits and start beating on your person, instead.

P.S. As a group, we got together and fenced our community garden this year. (The church garden still stands open.) But for the rabbits -- to keep the rabbits out.


ADDED:
A bit of advice from... "over there."

Problems cannot be addressed unless people are willing to tell the truth. As with so many other things in this country, we stick our heads in the sand and refuse to speak out about it.