Monday, July 7, 2008

A Personal Experience!

I have received a comment on a recent post I made regarding the need for people to carry protection (guns). I decided to place his comment as a main post instead of just as a comment. We also have posted some of the best looking Negroes criminals imaginable. I am sure there are others who have had similar experiences. I would like to hear from you.

By Richard Hensley:

Yes Sir! Our founding fathers instituted the rights of gun ownership and it's many uses, (provision of food, protection of self or family, deterrent applied to nefarious elements, securing Liberty, maintaining God's blessing, . . .) which are necessary for a civilized society to exist. What rule of law or level of civility could possibly remain if only criminals had guns?All we have to do is look at the recent city crime rates of Washington D.C., or Chicago, Illinois to see the truth when law abiding citizens are restricted by law from legal gun ownership.

Cities like these two must be Utopian dreams of Peace and Tranquility. Reality is counted amongst the dead or dying as well as those yet alive. Maybe those who seek to remove our rights would care to tell the law-abiding dead how their demise was necessary to uphold gun control measures aimed at disarming the law-abiding populace.

Does that sound silly? If the law-abiding dead were still alive, they probably would not think so.

I would like to share a bit of personal experience myself and children enjoyed while attending a funeral in (Levy area) North Little Rock, Arkansas of a Great Uncle that passed away. I have family in that area that has lived there since the 1800's. My Great Uncle lived on a patch of land that he inherited, and he found his fortune serving in the U.S. Navy, then later working in Washington state. He moved back to Arkansas, got married and raised a family in the Levy area.

In those days Levy was a White neighborhood where everyone's house had a WELCOME mat outside and front doors were rarely locked since the neighbors would help watch the house if one had to go to the store or get supplies. Families would sit outside in the evening and sometimes into the night enjoying the cool breeze and pleasant company. Sometimes we would go out for evening walks after the heat of the day was past and wave at the various white families as we passed by on our walk. Rarely seen was a home without open windows and shouts of greeting from those already seated inside. The city Police were well respected and warmly received by the whites in the neighborhood. As a young child of 4, my Great Aunt would take me with her sometimes on her walks and I looked forward to seeing the neighborhood as she explained the dangers of crossing the street or venturing too close to yards where dogs lived with their master.

I learned how important and integral we are to civilized society as it then existed. All of my family owned guns and our neighborhood was as safe as the Cleaver's, (for those who remember 'Leave it to Beaver'). All of the trouble and strife was located in the colored part of North Little Rock, Arkansas. We had nothing to worry about because they stayed away from our area, and we had no desire to be around them.

Only the foolish and morally decadent wanted to hold company with Negroes late into the night.In Levy, we enjoyed white Christian atmosphere with responsibility, charity and compassion for our families and neighbors. It was a lovely place to be, . . . back then.

After going through my parents divorce with myself and mother moving to another part of town [Rose City area] and after completing 1st and 2nd grade in a mostly white school that I easily walked to, I was introduced into the concept of forced busing and race immersion. As a white child, I was bussed to an all-black school where I became acquainted with the negro school superintendent. As I had been involved in school yard scuffles before at my former school where the teachers went to great lengths to determine who was at fault, I was not alarmed when negro kids would gang up on me and I would have to fight back. My perception of equal protection under the law was clarified when the negro kids got off scot-free and I got some licks with a razor strap. You see, as a white child, I was responsible for causing the Negroes to gang up on me. I was not supposed to fight back. When a negro is in power, the rules are not fair even when clear, unmistakable proof is offered and substantiated by other white witnesses.

We left the North Little Rock area after that and moved to the country in North Central Arkansas where I learned the general education curriculum at an all-white school free from Negroes and other non-white troublemakers. During this time, Negroes and non-whites had moved into the Levy area as "Block-Busters", [negro-phile whites posing as home buyers to secure dwellings inside white areas in order to move Negroes in] turned a once safe and secure neighborhood into a crime and trash infested dangerous place. I was not there during this period as my relations grew distant and seemingly forgotten. Later, after graduating High school and traveling out of state, securing work in various areas of the country, getting a family started, . . . I too returned to North Central Arkansas to raise my White family in a nurturing environment.

We do not have the daily troubling element that currently plagues Central Arkansas. I have lived in various cities across America and am well familiar with Negro culture and their associated way of life. I have no desire to raise up my children in such a corrupted environment. The colored part of town is not a safe place to be. Yet as time passes, our relatives get older and some passed away. As I was close-family decades earlier, I thought nothing of bringing my children to the Levy area of North Little Rock in broad daylight (1 P.M.) since we were just going to my Great Uncle's funeral and would just be there at his house, then down the street to our old Baptist church where I attended kindergarten and from there to the graveyard. As I visited with relatives I had not seen in years and through the many introductions between my children and our extended family, I simply forgot that I was in Levy, North Little Rock 2006.

I had allowed myself to wander down Memory Lane and the walks with my Great Aunt. I wanted to drive down the streets with my children where me and my Aunt walked back in the 1960's. I mistakenly thought that the time of day was a factor of safety in myself and children's favor. That mistake almost cost the lives of myself and precious children.

Over the years of my travels, I have the experience of carrying a gun with me wherever I go. At the time, I had a loaded .44 Magnum with me yet placed out of sight. My children knew where it was and for what purposes it may be used for. As I was not yet quite two city blocks from my Uncle's home where family was gathered, a Negro was parked in the street at a stop sign. As I pulled up behind the vehicle, he eyed me and my truck in his driver's side-mirror, then stepped out of the old clunker with no tags he was formerly sitting in and shoved a hand down toward his pants then up under his pull-over jacket.

As he was walking back toward me, he was asking how to get to a nearby street and eying all he could see as for who may be in my extended-cab truck. I had been caught by surprise and off-guard. Due to my carelessness, I had lovingly shared fond memories of my walking excursions with my children and unwittingly placed myself and children in very grave danger. As the negro continued his aggressive advance, I simply smiled and told the Negro he best better turn right around, get in his car and make a couple of lefts then drive straight through as he would cross the street he claimed to be looking for. My hand was not on my gun, but I acted as if it was just below the window line, with a smile and prayer.

The Negro sensed that something was a-miss which would not ensure an easy kill or car-jacking, plus with someone else pulling up behind my truck there would be others involved. Without ever pulling his hand out from under his jacket, the Negro turned around and got back in the car and drove away. Maybe an angel stayed that Negro's hand. Maybe the negro recognized the insignia marked prominently on my vehicle. Maybe the Negro decided to aim for a less complicated target. Had the Negro decided to carry through with it's action, I and my children may been killed, then my truck disassembled and sold for parts to fund a Negro's crack habit and more cheap thrills. Yet maybe, because the Negro sensed I had my gun close-by and with no fear betraying my facial features for it to savor upon, it possibly had second thoughts about chances for it's own survival.

Yes, even IN BROAD DAYLIGHT, we are currently at risk of dangerous criminals and violent predators! Had I not carried a gun with me that day, my face would have betrayed my fear and utter helplessness. We would have been clearly marked as ripe for the picking. Myself and children would probably be dead and we were less than two city blocks away from my Great Uncle's house.

As our nation slips further into the depths of an emerging third world, I too am glad that our second amendment, constitutionally protected right to keep and bear arms is upheld by the United States Supreme Court.
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