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Update 9/13/06 The real News has now picked up this story, remember who brought it to you first... |
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2 tickets to St. John $950
A day of scuba diving $150
Renting a fishing boat for a day in the Caribbean $475
Learning the hard way of the racial angst toward white people on the island….priceless!
Not to make light of what happened here, basically a friend of ours was enjoying a long weekend on St. John in the Caribbean when a late night had him seeking a cab. Walking down the street he noticed 4-5 teenagers started chasing him, one of whom had a shovel. First he tried running, then thinking they wanted to mug him threw his wallet, but no, they did not want money, they wanted blood. It was later explained that this was a hate crime, and that in this case, young black teenagers on the island have a dislike towards white people. Stupid shit like this happens when stupid people let their bigotry out, whether they be white, black or yellow, why can't we all just get along? Here is our friend's take on and response to what transpired:
U. S. Virgin Islands Department of Tourism Attention: Pamela Richards, Commissioner of Tourism P. O. Box 6400
St. Thomas, U. S. Virgin Islands 00802
I have always held the Virgin Islands
in the highest regard as my favorite place to travel, until my most recent
visit. I arrived in St. John Saturday, August 5th, to attend my
good friends’ wedding on Trunk Bay and enjoy nine days of scuba, snorkeling
and the many activities the island has to offer. Four days later, the
wedding festivities were tainted and I could not wait to get back home to
Chicago.
On the night of Wednesday, August 9th,
I was violently assaulted by apparent local teens wielding a long handle,
round point shovel. Although I forfeited my expensive watch and volunteered
my wallet they abandoned these items in the pursuit of violence. The first
couple blows I was able to deflect yielding bruised arms and a fractured
hand until one struck me decisively on the crown of my head. This head shot
knocked me to my knees providing my would-be killers the opportunity for
additional blows of which they took full advantage. After repeated blows to
my skull, my will to survive, pure adrenaline and perhaps God wanting my
life to continue, I was able to outrun my attackers to the refuge of the
police station in Cruz Bay. Fortunately, this attack occurred within such
close proximity.
This traumatic attack not only
resulted in multiple head lacerations requiring 14 stitches, many bruises
and abrasions, but also a vigilant campaign for justice. The first phase of
my campaign is the introduction of the situation to the local political and
governmental figures that may assist in swift and decisive prosecution of
this killer-in-the-making. If necessary, subsequent endeavors will utilize
my available resources, including family, friends, and media, to notify the
public of my disturbing experience and warn other unassuming tourists.
I will look forward to hearing from
you with a plan of action to conclude this unfortunate event. Sincerely,
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