By Grand Rapids Anonymous
monday, september 26, 2022 at 1:30:00 a.m. edt
I grew up fairly poor, but somehow the bills got paid and we had food on the table. My mom was a great cook, and knew how to save money. Now I cook for her.
The neighborhood was 100% White until about 15 years ago (?), then it slowly changed. Then it quickly changed—not on my block so much, though I had blacks and mex as horrible neighbors (which I had evicted, so this particular block was saved.)
While it was White, there was not one shooting or crime I can remember during the ‘70s, ‘80s, or ‘90s.
Fast forward to 2010 and beyond, and the west side saw blacks pour in on the crappy streets first—a couple miles away—and then every winter that ended—you could see blacks moving into houses, closer and closer to my street.
It was inevitable that the house next door—a rental—got two black fambilees in—back to back. I got the first evicted for fighting in my front yard (caught it on video), and lack of cleanliness. A garage full of garbage bags got rid of the second brood.
Down the street, a couple blocks away, blacks moved in at a moderate pace, until it got to the point where a White guy was killed by a black, who ran past my house to escape. The dogs were sent out to find a trail of ni**er smell, but they lost him (never caught.)
As long as Whites were here, owning houses, it was a great area.
When that stopped, so did the feeling of security—replaced by a wariness toward every black thug who strutted around the same stores and parking lots I would
be at.
At night, you can hear them screaming out in the distance—arguing with another nig—as they walk home from a nearby bar.
It sure isn’t Grand Rapids anymore, just as much of our country isn’t the United States anymore.
And it all happened in less than 15 years.
--GRA
President Ford country. Not small town America but not too far beyond that. All gone now and never coming back.
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