Okay, they did not like my rumor section. So, had to make one more post. Thanks for reading, though. 8/31/2022. Well, I'll restore it back and add a little more since UNLV gym was showing for the first time that I've seen yesterday, Boxing.
Tentatively, Last post for this section was today, September, 10, 2022. I will be taking 2022 - January 2024 off from posting; working on other things. Happy Halloween. Rod.
Adolescences and Teen-Life; now these events took place 30 or 40 years ago.
Na. The Greatest Webmaster in the World, Father of Social Media, didn’t have a perfect Adolescences or Teen-Life, but through Jesus Christ though Savior he turned the imperfections, mental blocks, into positive give backs to the communities he served. Rod kept the faith in God to reach this peak, to testify to his power, grace, and forgiveness of our inequities in life.
As I write more, I remember more, so bear with me on some changes made. I appreciate your feedback on this writing, and you can email me at callrod@live.com if you witnessed any of these events to help clear up some of my memory or some mental blocks. If I agree with you, I may change some of this writing to best explain if it differs.
How do Rumors get started? All these incidents, I have told people about, were in the public, so witnesses also exist, and were in the public, maybe on video cam or school surveillance cameras. I can fist fight, but I try to avoid such actions; turn the other check, as Martin Luther King expressed. I grew up in South-side Virginia where a person is understood to know how to fight. My Dad expressed that I should avoid fist fighting in life; but if I did have to get into a fist fight, his only wish, was, that I win. I have been in three fights in my life. Redundantly, the first was with my Dad when 17 because of a rumor; I was moving out on my own. That was our last such a fist fight. My Dad was bigger than I was, probably wanted to try my skills out to go on my own. I won. We got over that moment. I left for about six months and returned home to stay for a couple more years and complete High School.
The Second was a High School fist fight where a girl asked me out on a date to make her ex-boyfriend jealous by spreading rumors about I was the best sex partner she ever had. We did not even have sex. I did not know this at the time. Her ex-boyfriend was also popular, on the football team, and big muscle bound. He sucker punched me from behind at a basketball game; but I won the fist fight, as many said that formed a circle watching. Eventually, they got back together. Her plot worked. My senior year, we all became friends.
My third was with a new sergeant in my Squadron Air Force who had already been in one fist-fight on prior assignment and beat another airman up when he got drunk according to rumor. I found myself taking up for a smaller Airman when the same occurred on the first assignment we went on together. It was off duty time, he told me to shut up and mind my business. He then proceeded to attack me as the aggressor stating he would beat my big ass too; as many watched. If I remember correctly, he lunged into me, knocked me backwards, tried to pick me up and body slam me, and threw punches. But, from the circumstances and outcome, I won the fist fight as many asked me where did I learn how to box. We worked in the shop together for another year or so, got along, and never mention the fist fight again. When faced with a fist fight, a person has to make a split decision: to escalate the situation, to try to deescalate the situation, or in some circumstances, to fist fight.
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When faced with a fist fight, a person has to make a split decision: to escalate the situation, to try to deescalate the situation, or in some circumstances, to fist fight.
I learned to fist fight from watching a lot of Karate and Kung Fu movies, cowboy and westerns, WWE and wrestling on Saturdays, and boxing matches growing up. I learned to fist fight through natural order in life. My dad took the kids to a couple wrestling matches as we grew up.
There was rumor when I first moved into college that my roommate’s best friend, a white person from England was a racist. He was from England. Only rumor, until while drunk, he called me a nigger. He came by my room looking for my roommate, who was also white, a pilot in training, to party. They did bongs, alcohols, grains, etc. I told him that my roommate wasn’t there. He wanted to hangout in the room. I told him that I had to study so he could not stay; he was a heavy set fellow and rowdy when drunk or high or whatever he did. He told me to stop being such a “nigger.”
I don’t like anyone calling me “nigga” and revolted by someone from another race calling me the lower derogatory, “nigger.”
I immediately got in the person’s face and grab him by the shirt collar to let him know the gravity, injustice, seriousness, I felt of different races calling black people niggers; threatened him to never call me that again or there would be significant consequences that could end into a fist fight if he called me that again.
He hit my arms away and he said he stood by calling blacks niggers if he wanted, because where he came from they called blacks niggers, so he was not going to stop calling blacks niggers just because he was in America; as Kaffir was used as an ethnic slur to reference black Africans in South Africa. I chose King’s route and moved out of my dorm room with my roommate and never spoke to the Englishman again. So, turning the other cheek resolved the issue. There was no fist fight.
The second person, that I turned the other cheek, that called me a nigger was a person of another race, where I was walking and the N-word was shouted as I passed.
For the second time in my life, I got into a scuffle/skirmish over someone from another race calling me derogatory “Nigger!” This time the person didn’t even know me. Not a man, but a rude racist woman from another race yelling out the word behind my back, then retreating, hiding out, or deny saying it. Today, seen in the two videos below becoming more often, more and more women using incendiary words, instigating confrontations, scuffles, and fights with black men and black women. Much of this had went away when jacking a person up by the collar, scuffles, fights, and fist fights over the issue became norm, institutionalized after the King Error.
Actually, this incident started out pleasant. I had a nice conversation about 10 minutes prior with a person and was walking down the sidewalk leaving to get in my vehicle; before the “Nigger” incident, which lasted probable 3 or 4 minutes in entirety started.
It was around brunch time, 10 AM to 2 PM, maybe. I turned around and I was moving fast to find the person that called me “Nigger.”
I only found one person in the vicinity that could have said it. Again, much like the Englishman, I immediately got in the person’s face and grab him, well her, by the shirt collar to let her know the gravity, injustice, seriousness, I felt of different races calling black people niggers; I threatened her to never call me that again or there would be significant consequences that could end into a fist fight if she called me that again? But, I don't hit women, so that was a non-starter.
So, I decided to instead shake her up by scolding her about blacks lynched, killed, and murdered by those using that word "nigger" and history. Words were exchanged, maybe some explicative. By then, she had grabbed my arm and shirt as well, as we were at a standoff. Unlike the Englishman, she didn’t strike my arms away; she backed off calling me a nigger, as it wasn’t her. I released her shirt collar, as afterwards, she released my arm and shirt as well. If I believed that then she probably hadn't the clue of what was going on here!
She may have known who shouted that. She said she was not the one that called me the N-word. I admitted it could have been a mistake and someone else, or the word nigra could have been said, and I ran in one direction, Much like Gunnery Sergeant Hartman in full metal jacket's, “Who said that?” and saw no one else, then ran the other direction, already on the way to my vehicle, to look for an alternative person, and again, I saw no one, so I left. I could not confirm that anyone else said it other than the lady, even though maybe remorseful, no apology could be given, because she may have still said it and just denied it; as she was the only person that I saw that could have said it. But, if she didn't: apology given.
Again, turning the other cheek resolved the issue. I never pursued the issue again. No fist fight occurred.
I don't remember being called a "nigger" by a person from another race since those two incidents.
https://m.interglot.com/en/es/nigra“ Synonyms nigger; nigga; spade; coon; jigaboo; Black; Black person; blackamoor; Negro; Negroid; Definitions (ethnic slur) extremely offensive name for a Black person; Machine Translations.”
From Law, if I remember correctly, it is really not a threat, when you give someone an alternative before the threat to ensue.
"No. According to this article, conditional threats are not considered a true threat. The court held that a conditional threatening statement, without an imminent threat of harm, does not constitute an assault."
https://law.stackexchange.com/questions/49818/is-a-conditional-threat-still-a-true-threat
In history, there was racism that existed after adulthood in the South, so a black male had to be careful not to be drawn into fist-fights. Of course, I do not hit women, but it was customary back then, and for some now, that a person from another race calling you a derogatory "nigger" was simply fighting words or the if again statement threat. When faced with a fist fight, a person has to make a split decision: to escalate the situation, to try to deescalate the situation, or in some circumstances, to fist fight.
Reading Textbooks: “From the Birmingham jail, where he was imprisoned as a participant in nonviolent demonstrations against segregation, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., wrote. Born January 15, 1929, he did his undergraduate work at Morehouse College; attended the integrated Crozer Theological Seminary in Chester, Pennsylvania, one of six black pupils among a hundred students, and the president of his class; and won a fellowship to Boston University for his Ph.D.” “when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger"…” Letter from Birmingham Jail - CSU, Chico
While in some instances a moral skirmish may be required; others skirmishes of misunderstandings can sometimes be simply avoided.
The last incident that I avoided a fist fight? It was a normal day, I stopped at a convenience store and bought some sodas, Pabst, and water for my cooler. As I said, all these incidents were in the public and I have told the story on many occasions. I stopped to call it a night at a Truck stop to eat, use the bathroom, hanging-out, and socialized with a few people.
It was about super-time, around 6 PM to 10 PM, I guess. I saw a child standing in a very dangerous position with no custodian or parent in sight. I approached the child and tried to catch the child to find the parent or custodian, someone yelled to get out there and get away from their child.
This incident probable lasted about 3 minutes. I dashed over to catch up with the child, I don’t remember if I caught up with the child before someone started in that direction. I think it was when I tried to get the child to go look for their parent or custodian that someone shouted; maybe an explicative or two, may have been used.
I may have said okay.
The person seemed to be very upset, over angered, that someone had approached their child, which could have led to a fist fight as they were yelling coming my way, and I obliged them and left swiftly. It was a lot easier to go to the next Truck Stop than face a fist fight, skirmish, or escalate the bad situation into something worse, for sure, turning the cheek.
Yes, maybe this was a bad call made; There is no shame in running from a fist fight, like a referee, coach, or empire fist fighting a parent whether the call was right or not was a no win situation.
Lesson to take forward, rumor black men had to be careful in their actions helping a troubled child. Things could get misconstrued. I don’t help troubled children standing alone and since then, and that, no one has ever accused me before that or after that, of trying to steal a child.
When faced with a fist fight, of course, I was not guilty of anything, but a person has to make a split decision: to escalate the situation, to try to deescalate the situation, or in some circumstances, to fist fight, or simple run. Though, I am remorseful that the incident occurred; this incident was resolved. I got a good night sleep at the next truck stop.
I got a good night sleep. The child was reunited safely with its guardian. No fist fight occurred. A happy ending.
That was about it for my fist fights, almost fist-fights and turning the other cheek. I’m guaranteed rumors start. Arguments, disputes, disagreements; turn the other cheek. When faced with a fist fight, a person has to make a split decision: to escalate the situation, to try to deescalate the situation, or in some circumstances, to fist fight.