Skinheads versus US Marine
Posted: Fri, 02 Jul 2010 16:03:02
Amusing event on my way to WV last weekend.... After passing through the People's Republic of Maryland, I made a quick pit stop at the visitor center in WV. With the camera gear and firearms I had in my car, I decided it was prudent to park a little distance from everyone. Lots of families and people enjoying the view, so no worries.
As I am walking into the center itself, 3 skinny white dudes (race is relevant) come waltzing out and take off their tshirts. Every one of them is covered in white power tattoos and swastikas. Being aware of my surroundings, I know I am the only minority around. Not overly concerned, but good to note to myself.
After done with my business, I walk out and lo! the guys have moved their car and are now parked right next to me. All three are still shirtless, smoking, and giving everyone the evil eye. "Great," I think to myself, "of all the cars to park next to, it had to be mine."
I walk out to my car, and oddly, they don't look at me, don't give me the evil eye. I find it odd, but I'll take a peaceful morning any time. As I am prepared to enter my car, a USMC recruiting convoy rolls up - a HMMWV followed by a truck emblazoned with the USMC logo and artwork.
First guy to get out of the HMMWV was a black Marine, about 6'-something tall, and seemingly that wide at the shoulders. He gives the skinheads a glance, and moves along without a word, without a second look. All three skinheads look at each other and... demurely put their shirts back on.
Three skinheads versus one US Marine eyeball. Score, Marine.
As I am walking into the center itself, 3 skinny white dudes (race is relevant) come waltzing out and take off their tshirts. Every one of them is covered in white power tattoos and swastikas. Being aware of my surroundings, I know I am the only minority around. Not overly concerned, but good to note to myself.
After done with my business, I walk out and lo! the guys have moved their car and are now parked right next to me. All three are still shirtless, smoking, and giving everyone the evil eye. "Great," I think to myself, "of all the cars to park next to, it had to be mine."
I walk out to my car, and oddly, they don't look at me, don't give me the evil eye. I find it odd, but I'll take a peaceful morning any time. As I am prepared to enter my car, a USMC recruiting convoy rolls up - a HMMWV followed by a truck emblazoned with the USMC logo and artwork.
First guy to get out of the HMMWV was a black Marine, about 6'-something tall, and seemingly that wide at the shoulders. He gives the skinheads a glance, and moves along without a word, without a second look. All three skinheads look at each other and... demurely put their shirts back on.
Three skinheads versus one US Marine eyeball. Score, Marine.
