I moved to Salt Lake City into what I thought was an up and coming neighborhood a few minutes from the city center. I loved the area where I could see the fireworks from the Winter Olympics in 2002 and hear the concerts from my front porch. Then things got bad when the gang MK 13 from El Salvador moved in. My neighbors a crossed the street had thirteen people living in a two bedroom house and I was attacked by a Hispanic in the alley behind my house that I had only seen once before.
This was the worst and I had to move. I had a long metal pipe in my hand because the garage I was just finishing it and was not yet backfilled. I had to negotiate the ups and downs of the landscaping. He and his girlfriend I guess found it disagreeable that I was in my backyard having a beer and stopped in their car. Then he questioned me about my name, if I lived there, and what I was doing. I stated that I didn’t know him and I wasn’t going to answerer him.
I had sat down on the footing of my new garage and laid the walking pipe down and was drinking a beer when “Dreamer” which was the calligraphy on the back of his car came back grabbed the pipe beat me unconscious, fractured my skull, and almost killed me. The beauty of the situation is that him and his girlfriend “Baby Girl” moved a few weeks later never to be caught by the inept police.
This has change my view of cultural relativism to a great degree. When you have a situation in which Hispanics are under the radar and harass people because maybe they feel that they have been slighted it leads to situations where everyone with any means will vacate the area and leave. They will be left to their own devices which is what I did.
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