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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

On a neighbor's front porch during a thunderstorm

"I know this black guy." Jason stood as he began to relate his story, eager for my undivided attention.

"He's a gangbanger, he used to hang a blue rag out of his left pocket, because he's a Crip. He could walk around all day and nobody would want to look him in the eyes." The tale picked up pace.

"I have this other friend, big fucking swastika right here." Jason slapped the spot on his bare chest, three times.

"We went to the beach in LA. He had his shirt off, he's a big guy." He knotted his shoulders to emphasize, looking like someone pushing a wheelbarrow.

"People would come up to him, ask him about it, make conversation. He talked to them, he's actually a nice guy. But it goes to show you, in this country, people are more afraid of a black gangbanger than a white guy with a fucking swastika tattooed on his chest."

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