This is a personal experience that took place in Florida. I'm not going to take the time to super edit this, I'm going to just lay it out raw.
I was on a road trip across the country. I visited a friend in Florida who was originally from my home town. I had visited Florida several other times in my life, this time was different.
On the boardwalk by the ocean there was what looked like a Mexican street market, all kinds of nick nacks and garbage from end to end on the sidewalk. Booth, garbage everywhere, diapers in the streets, families of Mexicans like animals all over the park benches and littered across the beach. I'd never seen anything like it in my life except on a trip to Ecuador one time. It was very ugly.
I went for a walk down their and found out there were a few white guys selling they're arts and craft, I spoke with them and decided that the next day I would bring my art down and set up a table. I did this for several days and made a little money and made some friends with the white vendor dudes and some locals while i was at it. After a week or two the police and the city told us they were requiring permits we had to register and pay for.
I did this. The next day they had painted 16 10 by 6 squares on the opposite side of the side walk designated for vendors with the permit. Mind you there was 30 feet between each yellow square and previously the entire sidewalk was lined with Mexicans from end to end. So competition was fierce.
In short each day became more and more competitive an hour earlier each day until we were arriving at 2 in the morning to hold a space and the fat Mexican dude at the end of the street would put a table at 8 or 9 spots out of 16. I was pissed and confronted him one morning, he had tattoos on his face and some of the other vendors referred to him as Fat Boss or Gordo Heffe. He said "your taking pictures of my people" cuz i took pictures of the tables this fat * was putting all over the sidewalk and pictures of the small dark people standing next to them. "i said yea" your taking up the whole side walk and thats not fair" he said "are you trying to scare me" i said "are you trying to scare me" as i stood in front of his table after he called me "faggot" when i was walking away, I turnted around and said "what did you call me fat ass" I walked back and he stood behind his table and said, "if you come back here, something will happen" someone will get hurt" I said "oh yea" and I walked back to my spot.
I would go for an early walk with my dog, cast my fishing pole into the ocean and then set a "decoy" bag on my spot for the first few days. Then they said someone had to be attending the place at all times, thats when I confronted the fat dude.
I was there one morning at 2 or 3, i went to another dudes car to sit down while he smoked. all of a sudden a ford explorer drove up fast and parked right in front of my art, this is what i spent all winter creating. I ran up, i had my knife tucked in my pants and my hand crafted wooden knuckle dusters in my front pocket. It was a family of mexicans and they were grabbbing my stuff. I was on fire, I went into instant fight or flight mode. They were putting their junk on the spot and fucking with mine, there were 6 of them and their coward father had the old lady and the small girl do the dirty work while the teenage son held his hand at his beltline as if he had a weapon, I knew he did not and if he did I would have smoked him. It was a game of chess of moving their garbage and avoiding bumping the females and moving my goods back into the spot. Once I got my goods back into the spot, the old lady took a folding table and slammed it down on the spot, i picked it up over my head and threw it over the edge of the boardwalk onto the sand, she put down another table and I did the same thing, I launched the table over the edge of the railing onto the sand. I then unscrewed the legs from my portable table and held one in each arm and yelled at the top of my lungs "Do you understand English? Do not touch my stuff. Thats stealing. This is my art, my life, don't ever touch my things again mother fucker." Ii said it loud enough that the police got 20 or so calls on the scream... Unfortunately that was not my plan, the police were the last people i wanted to see. They came screeching up sirens blazing and they were looking for a fight.. also the little Mexican girl was recording the whole thing on a cell phone, standing aside.
The police instantly came at me aggressive, instinctually I was ready to fight, pumped full of adrenaline, I had done nothing but defend my property and my life. A cop came up behind me and I was not about to get hand cuffed, and luckily one fellow vendor (the only one who gave enough of a * to do anything at all as me, his so called friend defended my art and life, even after I shared my booth spot with them two days in a row cuz they didn't have one, what a shitty friend, not a friend at all i found out)... so he said calm down dude they're not gonna cuff you, just relax, if he hadn't been there and said that it would have been a fight. Meanwhile the Mexican family is talking to a god damn Mexican female cop translating for them cuz they don't speak English and she's watching the video they recorded... they took my wooden knuckles, I was swift en ought to put my 1918 brass knuckle ww1 dagger into my art bag when the sirens came screeching up and it was left untouched. I eventually settled down into silence and just let the pigs jabber. The Mexican bitch cop wrote me a ticket for having "knuckles", I said what if I don't accept this ticket, she said your going to jail then. I took the ticket, then a higher up officer drove up and talked some *, told me i me not to come to the boardwalk that day and that tomorrow is a new day, I agreed to stay off the boardwalk that day. they allowed me to quickly pack up and go back to my friends.
Long story short, a few days later the entire boardwalk was empty, no vendors, it was outlawed and they had 3 armed policemen walking up and down the boardwalk to scare of anybody who defied them. I was in town for maybe a week or two more and then big fires broke out and the city was filled with smoke, they evacuated lots of towns surrounding and many homes and farms were turned to ashes. I took my dog and bid my friend farewell and continued on my road trip.
RAHOWA
I was on a road trip across the country. I visited a friend in Florida who was originally from my home town. I had visited Florida several other times in my life, this time was different.
On the boardwalk by the ocean there was what looked like a Mexican street market, all kinds of nick nacks and garbage from end to end on the sidewalk. Booth, garbage everywhere, diapers in the streets, families of Mexicans like animals all over the park benches and littered across the beach. I'd never seen anything like it in my life except on a trip to Ecuador one time. It was very ugly.
I went for a walk down their and found out there were a few white guys selling they're arts and craft, I spoke with them and decided that the next day I would bring my art down and set up a table. I did this for several days and made a little money and made some friends with the white vendor dudes and some locals while i was at it. After a week or two the police and the city told us they were requiring permits we had to register and pay for.
I did this. The next day they had painted 16 10 by 6 squares on the opposite side of the side walk designated for vendors with the permit. Mind you there was 30 feet between each yellow square and previously the entire sidewalk was lined with Mexicans from end to end. So competition was fierce.
In short each day became more and more competitive an hour earlier each day until we were arriving at 2 in the morning to hold a space and the fat Mexican dude at the end of the street would put a table at 8 or 9 spots out of 16. I was pissed and confronted him one morning, he had tattoos on his face and some of the other vendors referred to him as Fat Boss or Gordo Heffe. He said "your taking pictures of my people" cuz i took pictures of the tables this fat * was putting all over the sidewalk and pictures of the small dark people standing next to them. "i said yea" your taking up the whole side walk and thats not fair" he said "are you trying to scare me" i said "are you trying to scare me" as i stood in front of his table after he called me "faggot" when i was walking away, I turnted around and said "what did you call me fat ass" I walked back and he stood behind his table and said, "if you come back here, something will happen" someone will get hurt" I said "oh yea" and I walked back to my spot.
I would go for an early walk with my dog, cast my fishing pole into the ocean and then set a "decoy" bag on my spot for the first few days. Then they said someone had to be attending the place at all times, thats when I confronted the fat dude.
I was there one morning at 2 or 3, i went to another dudes car to sit down while he smoked. all of a sudden a ford explorer drove up fast and parked right in front of my art, this is what i spent all winter creating. I ran up, i had my knife tucked in my pants and my hand crafted wooden knuckle dusters in my front pocket. It was a family of mexicans and they were grabbbing my stuff. I was on fire, I went into instant fight or flight mode. They were putting their junk on the spot and fucking with mine, there were 6 of them and their coward father had the old lady and the small girl do the dirty work while the teenage son held his hand at his beltline as if he had a weapon, I knew he did not and if he did I would have smoked him. It was a game of chess of moving their garbage and avoiding bumping the females and moving my goods back into the spot. Once I got my goods back into the spot, the old lady took a folding table and slammed it down on the spot, i picked it up over my head and threw it over the edge of the boardwalk onto the sand, she put down another table and I did the same thing, I launched the table over the edge of the railing onto the sand. I then unscrewed the legs from my portable table and held one in each arm and yelled at the top of my lungs "Do you understand English? Do not touch my stuff. Thats stealing. This is my art, my life, don't ever touch my things again mother fucker." Ii said it loud enough that the police got 20 or so calls on the scream... Unfortunately that was not my plan, the police were the last people i wanted to see. They came screeching up sirens blazing and they were looking for a fight.. also the little Mexican girl was recording the whole thing on a cell phone, standing aside.
The police instantly came at me aggressive, instinctually I was ready to fight, pumped full of adrenaline, I had done nothing but defend my property and my life. A cop came up behind me and I was not about to get hand cuffed, and luckily one fellow vendor (the only one who gave enough of a * to do anything at all as me, his so called friend defended my art and life, even after I shared my booth spot with them two days in a row cuz they didn't have one, what a shitty friend, not a friend at all i found out)... so he said calm down dude they're not gonna cuff you, just relax, if he hadn't been there and said that it would have been a fight. Meanwhile the Mexican family is talking to a god damn Mexican female cop translating for them cuz they don't speak English and she's watching the video they recorded... they took my wooden knuckles, I was swift en ought to put my 1918 brass knuckle ww1 dagger into my art bag when the sirens came screeching up and it was left untouched. I eventually settled down into silence and just let the pigs jabber. The Mexican bitch cop wrote me a ticket for having "knuckles", I said what if I don't accept this ticket, she said your going to jail then. I took the ticket, then a higher up officer drove up and talked some *, told me i me not to come to the boardwalk that day and that tomorrow is a new day, I agreed to stay off the boardwalk that day. they allowed me to quickly pack up and go back to my friends.
Long story short, a few days later the entire boardwalk was empty, no vendors, it was outlawed and they had 3 armed policemen walking up and down the boardwalk to scare of anybody who defied them. I was in town for maybe a week or two more and then big fires broke out and the city was filled with smoke, they evacuated lots of towns surrounding and many homes and farms were turned to ashes. I took my dog and bid my friend farewell and continued on my road trip.
RAHOWA
