Hulk Hogan doesn't want daughter with "f--king n--gers" unless he is an 8 ft tall basketball player

[Ghost in the Machine]

11. He said he was racist "to a point", so it *could* be inconsistent with his beliefs... or not. We are

ALL a little racist, in our own ways, to a point. Blacks, Whites, Latinos, etc. Sometimes it's a learned response, other times people do it without even realizing... like the woman who clutches her purse tighter and crosses the road when she sees a group of Black, Latino or even White "biker looking" men coming towards her.

For me, it was a learned response. I was born and raised in Miami until I was 12 1/2 years old. I went to a very diverse set of schools from Kindergarten until the middle of 7th grade. I had friends who were white, black, mexican, cuban, italian, puerto rican and guatemalan. I never thought of them as anything other than friends, and people I went to school with. I went to 4 different schools in 7th grade: 2 in Miami, 1 in a *very* small town in NC that had no black people and no latino people. 100% white! I finished 7th grade at East Brainerd Jr High in Chattanooga. Plenty of blacks and latinos there! I guess the Principal, a black lady, only had my transcripts from the school in NC because she pulled me to the side and said "We have black people and spanish people here, will that be a problem for you?" I said "No Ma'am, I grew up in Miami and went to school with them most of my life! I was only at that school in NC for a couple of months". She said "okay, that's good to know!"

During the summer between 7th & 8th grades, we bought a house and moved to the town I live in now, as it was much closer to my dad's job at the Nuke Plant. I started 8th grade here, and stayed until I graduated. We had 3 black kids in the whole school, which ran from Kindergarten through 12th grade! A week after graduating, I moved back to Miami because I hated it here! They rolled up the sidewalks in town and closed everything down at 6 PM!

While back in Miami, over the course of 2 years, I was robbed at gunpoint 3 times in broad daylight. All 3 times by black men. My house was broken into twice, both times by black men, witnessed and reported by neighbors. We used to go into "black town" to score a little weed or coke, and several times had money snatched out of our hands and the black guy took off running. I started taking my pitbull with me, laying down in the back of the truck, and she would stand up and growl when the dealers started to swarm the truck. It got to where only 3 different guys would even come to my truck and my dog would never move. She trusted them, and so did I. I never got ripped off again, either! The 3 times that I was robbed at gunpoint, I was minding my own business, not doing any kind of deals. 2 times I had just come out of the store, and as near as I could figure, there was someone in line who saw me pull out my money to pay for my purchase and followed me out. the other time, I was just sitting at a red light and they guy came out of nowhere and stuck a gun in my face, demanding my wallet. I gave it to him, then he said something about my car keys, and I had gained presence of mind by then and just punched the gas pedal to the floor! Ain't NO WAY IN HELL that he was getting my '73 SS Camaro!! So yeah, I took on a jaded view and became suspicious of ANY black person.

Another time, I was car-jacked, robbed, pistol-whipped, shot at and left for dead, or Gator food out in the middle of the Everglades in the middle of the night. This time it was 2 mexicans. I had just gotten off of work on 2nd shift and was going to the store to get a 12 pack of beer and saw a car on the side of the road with the hood up. I had to get to the store before it closed and told myself that I would stop to see if they needed any help if they were still there when I came back through. Sure enough, they were still there. I was driving an '87 Cadillac Sedan Deville, and they were in a nice late 60's model Chevy. I stopped, put my window down and asked if they needed any help, or a ride to a pay phone to call someone. The next thing I know, I have a knife to my throat and someone coming in the passenger door with a pistol pointed at my head. The guy with the knife jumped in the back seat and they guy with the gun just said "DRIVE!!". The next thing I know, the other car started up and began following us. I stayed calm and asked "where are we going?" Gunman points at the road leading out to the Everglades and says "That way". Then the guy in the back seat pulls out a crack pipe, and they started passing it back and forth. Trying to stay composed, and let them see me in a human light, I said "Are y'all having a private party with that, or are you going to let me hit it too?" One of them said "oh! The gringo wants to get high too, huh?" and they handed me the pipe. I hit it a couple of times, and was trying to start a conversation with them, telling them "you don't have to do this shit, man... I'll take you wherever you want to go" and stuff like that. Gunman finally says "you good and high, gringo??". I said "yes, thank you, where would you like to go now?". He said "well, this is your stop here". I stopped on the side of the road and they told me to get out. I don't mind saying that I was scared shitless, and wishing that I could get to the .45 I had locked in the glove compartment somehow, but knew it was impossible. Gunman hit me in the side of the head and face with the gun so hard that my knees buckled. The 'fight or flight" adrenaline kicked in, and I took off running into the gator filled swamp. They shot at me 3 times, and I fell like I had been hit, just for self preservation purposes. I knew they weren't going to wade out into the swamp themselves to look for me. They drove around the area for 10 - 15 minutes looking, but I stayed hidden and quiet and they finally left for good. It took me 3 hours to walk and find a house to knock on the door to have them call the cops for me...

I could go on, but have been writing for over 2 hours now I think, done lost track of time. i'm nodding out as I type now. I will probably add to this later, after I've slept some, as I was robbed a few more times, too.

My main point though, was to show that a pattern of events can make a person racist, without them knowing/realizing or feeling like a racist. it's like "well, events A, B & C all happened by a person "D", so all people "D" must be bad.

I hope my point is coming across clear, without offending anyone. I apologize in advance if it does offend anyone. If it does, please tell me and I will take the necessary steps to correct it after I've had some sleep.

Peace,

A VERY tired Ghost