White men have become the most hated and attacked entity in modern times. You as a black male should be able to understand as it was you not so long ago.....
Still, I for one never cared about race, but I will tell you the most racist people I ever encountered were in fact black people from America.
I have brought this up prior but I will tell the tale in full the pertinent parts anyways.
Ran away at 15 because alcoholic father and house being shot up by wiggers and niggers. That's the truth of what they were. They came from other high schools and even many young adults. I never understood ,at the time, why a small 15 year old like myself was such a threat? Looking back it was because I was a few of those brave enough to stand against many. I mocked them openly every chance I could and did it with a fucking smile and no visible concerns. They attacked anybody and everybody who didn't bow down to them. Having been beat by a built like a brick shit house father drunkard for years. Pain was nothing to me. In fact I learned to enjoy it. It drove my hate for years. Still does to a point. I go there when I need to, I control that monster now...
I ended up meeting A Jamaican who was cool as fuck, saw me as a rough diamond and an opportunity. He made me finish high school, got me to be state champ wrestler, got me into boxing and Jujitsu. I asked him why help a white boy? He responded" I help boys become men. Maybe not good men by societies standards, but men nevertheless" (that's an exact quote). He realized having a white guy could open business opportunities and I could go were they could not. Yes, I got used to a degree but he taught me many things about the nature of people. Never to trust anybody too much, but to have an open heart and help those we can and that truly need it. Seems contradictory but if one assesses life in general there are many contradictions.
Even though I was "accepted" I was treated like dirt. I was called the "White Devil Boy" at first. Then I was called Slave or "Kavali's White puppet". He never called me those things and just said "if you are my puppet or slave then so are they". "You are equal". He was very wise. Not somebody you would think would lead a gang with 80 plus members 79 plus black and 1 white. I grew to love this man as a father.
The rest of the 79 to 88 members (all he would allow for some odd reason never told me why) though he did call us The crazy 88 at times. My chin hit the floor when I heard the Crazy 88 in Kill Bill the movie years later. I have no reason for this oddity. No known link. Just was what he called us.
Those others members were cordial at best, at first out of respect for Kavali. The neighborhood not so much. They called me everything but my name. Then when they saw me basically become Kavali's adopted son living at his posh house and driving his cars, taking his sister out when ever she wanted. I became her body guard. Her only body guard. I was only 18 at the time. She asked when I was 17, Kavali said "No he is too young yet, At 18 he will be ready". I think he knew she liked me. She was 9 years older than me. He didn't want a scandal, even he had certain reservations. What we did as two consenting adults was not his affair and said as much. But a child in his care (not legally of course) wouldn't do. Yes, I have some injuries from protecting her. There were those that would do harm to her to get to Kavali. My first encounter was the worst. I did not assess a situation correctly. Kavali was pissed. Ultimately, I asked forgiveness and his sister begged him. From that day forward I never made another tactical error. I rose through the ranks as an Enforcer until 21ish. There was times Charissa his sister and I turned cold. So I dated many women during this time. Then she asked me to marry her. This was odd to me. I liked her, would have been a great wife if not the sister of a gangster. I knew what I wanted but did not know how to get out. We started dating again nevertheless.
It is here to where I got to the meat on the bones of this story. I doubt many read this . I know so many here think I am full of shit. I suppose I could post pics from these days. I have a few showing very criminal behavior by yours truly. I'm not ignorant, crazy perhaps, but never ignorant. I really only talk about this now because Kavali died in prison peacefully at age 57 a few months back. His heart...gave out...
I knew things were about to change. I smelled it. I felt it. The fuzz was coming, and Kavali knew it too. He changed, started distrusting everybody even his sister. He would have other members follow others members. Nobody was exempt. It was strange seeing a man once so sure of everything become so paranoid. I do not know all the specifics. What saved me was the gang turning on me. Because they were jelly of me for being Kavali's adopted son, and soon to be Brother-in-law.
So about 5 or 6 of them caught me in a local water hole I went to. I got sauced. I typically did not, but that night I was determining my future. Little did I know it was already determined. They grabbed me from behind. I was usually hyper aware, not that night. I just didn't care anymore. I wanted out. Felt pressured to get married into a situation I knew I could not get out of. She was a worthy woman her heart was made of gold. Still, I had reservations. They beat me mercilessly. I was in and out of consciousness at least a few times. At the end one of them pulled his 9mm and stuck in my mouth. He said the following "Revali's Slave, you do not deserve a black queen such as her, she will never be yours, you are a white piece of shit, used to make us black men richer, and we no longer need you, Ravali be damned".....end quote
It seared into my brain, and I will never forget the amount of hate in his eyes, and how his voice was full of vitriol.
He pulled the trigger. Lucky for me he didn't chamber a round. He looked surprised. I heard sirens coming and passed out again. I woke up 10 days later. I walked out another 4 days after that. I left that area. I got a job as an Auto Tech which I already did part time prior for some of Ravali's people as a kid until I became her body guard.
Anyways I meet my wife a few months later. I then moved to phoenix for a year, because word was I was being hunted buy the rest of the old crew that did not go down when Ravali got busted. They blamed me, said I snitched and ran. If they only knew the truth. I never snitched......never would. I heard most moved on eventually and made my way back home in time for Xmas. I married my wife two weeks later. Never looked back. She has accepted my flaws and knows my past 100. She knows what I am capable of but always sees how big a heart I have despite all I have been through. She calms me and keeps me headed in the right direction. I have no regrets.
This organization ran the largest cocaine ring at the time in the midwest. It was only through court papers did I learn Revali was not his real name. He too was adopted. I think that is why he took me in. Despite all this I think fondly of him and his sister. I still love his sister. Oddly, she went on to become a low level movie star. First time I saw her was in a shitty B-Flick movie. I was astounded to say the least. No I will not tell you any movies she was in. I do not Dox people out of respect.
The point of this story is that not all Black people are bad or racist, but many are and I am tired of hearing they aint.
I will never ever hear anybody say black people can not be racist, or hateful towards other races and not correct them.
I thank you for your time if you read this in full.
