By Grand Rapids Anonymous
Sunday, October 18, 2020 at 2:08:00 A.M. EDT
I read all the contributors and many times they’ll mention how fondly remembered a particular city was as a child or young adult, but which now is rampant with negro crime.
My city, too, has declined to a depressing state.
Streets I used to walk to and from school on—without worry—are now areas of drug dealing, shootings, and neighborhood destruction.
Where there were only White, middle-class, vibrant families, we now have porch-dwelling, sidewalk-pacing blacks or Mex on cellphones.
Where there were station wagons full of White kids seen and safe parks to play in, we now have drive-bys and dilapidated parks that White parents would never send their kids (or themselves) to.
Where there were small, retail stores that as a kid, I used to stop into every day after school to buy baseball cards, candy, or a bottle of pop, those same stores are now hangouts for blacks to huddle at, in hopes of snagging a White girl, peddle dope, fight over nothing or just dare you to walk by them. Robberies and murder are thrown in for variety.
Where once were schools (like the one I went to) there’s “low income housing”—which creates, by its own presence—black crime of all types.
Where once was cleanliness—there is filth.
Where once was safety, there is fear. Who walks down a street after 6 p.m. anymore?
Where once was Grand Rapids, we now have “Ni**ertown”—and getting worse every day, month, and year.
--GRA
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