Am I Racist?

This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.

I went to Bayside High School from 1967 to 1970. The first year, things were great. Bayside was one of the best schools, academically, in New York City. The second year, NYC began a busing program, after which the school went from eight percent black to 55 percent black. With another 15 percent Hispanic, that left us whites at about 30 percent. Everything changed. It became more important to bring a switchblade to school than a pen. Fights, mob violence, disruptive behavior. robberies, drugs, vandalism even rapes became common place. The teachers were victims, too. You didn’t dare go into a restroom without several buddies with you. Blacks constantly disrupted classes like a bunch of zoo animals. This denied other students their education. It was obvious that blacks do not value education, not any that I met.

Groups of black girls would prowl around looking for some wimpy white kid and pounce on him. If he defended himself, the guys would come and beat him. We ended up with two police officers stationed on each floor of the school — four floors. It became more like a prison compound than a school. I was not a soft target. I fought back. I realized that the black boys were only willing to fight if they outnumbered you by two or three to one. Me and several of my buddies ended up getting expelled for defending ourselves from these monsters. Even back then, blacks knew they could play the race card. Blacks blame everything on white racism. It gives them all an excuse to fail. I blame them for denying me a high school education! Am I racist? You tell me.