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In the last 24 hours a Facebook post from a social justice warrior named Jamie Davenport has gone viral. As I write this it has nearly 50,000 shares, 30,000 likes, and 10,000 comments. So what could possibly be this newsworthy to garner this sort of attention? A video of another shooting? Trump dick pics? Breaking news about some sort of catastrophic event?
As it turns out the whole thing is nothing more than an anecdote from a white girl from Cambridge:
First of all, if you are dumb enough to actually believe this happened then feel free to look at yourself in the mirror and laugh. It’s OK. You’re a joke. It happens. If you’re one of the 50,000 wannabe SJW’s who blindly shared this unverified, unbelievable, OBVIOUSLY fabricated story, then you should probably take a break from the Internet. Because you obviously have not figured out how the Internet works. Not everything on there is real. And if you see a face like this
share a rant like that, then the first thing you should say to yourself is, “this doesn’t pass the smell test.” Allow Turtleboy to break down the many obvious ways you should’ve been able to tell that none of this actually happened….
Something entirely disturbing happened last night on my commute to rehearsal.
She is an aspiring actress who is about to share an unverified and dramatic story for attention. Nuff said.
Bear with me. It is a long tale. But one that is necessary to read and digest. I was sitting in the corner of the Red Line T closest to the conductor when a group of about 8 black kids from the ages of 12-16 entered. I automatically noticed their presence because of how absolutely loud and rowdy they were being. Smiling to myself, because of how crazy they were all acting, I turned up the music in my headphones and bounced along with the train.
Stop right there. Eight teenagers get on a train and start acting a fool. We’ve all been there before. Teenagers regardless of color are the worst, especially when they’re in groups. They’re not funny, and they’re not cool, but they certainly think they are. No adult sees a group of eight rowdy teenagers acting a fool and “smiles” about it. She just wants to let her readers know that she is embracing this loud and abrasive behavior because she’s accepting and tolerant like that. Five SJW points.
I noticed the boy sitting across from me. He entered the train with the other kids, and although also black and about their age, he clearly did not know them. From his body language it was obvious he had desperately wished he sat in another section.
Why would a kid their age “desperately” wish they sat in another section? He got on with them, and he saw they were rowdy to begin with. But instead of getting in another car, he purposely chose to get in the car with these kids. I guess because he wanted to be comforted by this face:
At around the South Station stop the conductor’s door swung open and through my oversized headphones I could tell she told the kids to quiet down. The kids mouthed off to her and she called the MBTA security.
So an adult who works on the MBTA told them to quit acting a fool. But instead of doing as they were told, they “mouthed off” to this employee who clearly isn’t paid enough to deal with this bullshit. Doesn’t matter what color they are. They were asked to do something and they didn’t. The rest of the passengers have the right to get where they’re going and not deal with their bullshit. End of story.
At this point my headphones were off and I am listening with full intent. The MBTA guard, a white man, walks on and within ten seconds announces that he is calling the police and that the train will not move until they come. He is greeted with a resounding, “Are you kidding me?” from just about everyone on the train.
Translation – when she says he is greeted with a resounding, “Are you kidding me,” it means she was the only one who said it. The heroic white girl who rushed to the defense of the innocent black children. What a hero!!!
Ya know how I can tell this is bullshit? She called the MBTA guard white. Why does that matter? He’s an MBTA guard doing his job. But then again if you were making up a story like this it makes a much better story if the white guy in a uniform overreacts to a group of innocent black teenagers having some good clean American fun. I award her 15 SJW points for this stance.
I automatically zone out and think about what I was doing from 12-16. I think about breaking into my old elementary school and stealing ice cream. I think about joyriding my boyfriend’s lifted, bright green, Chevy blazer without a permit or a license. I think about getting caught drinking in a friend’s backyard. I think about trespassing on private property and swimming.
I think about getting pulled over twice in the same month, on the same road, in the same place, by the same officer, in the same car, for the same reason, and waltzing away from the scene with nothing. And I mean nothing, but “a get home safe.” I think about every single actually illegal thing I have ever done and realized one harrowing fact:
I have never been touched by a police officer.
I have never been handcuffed.
I have never been to jail.
I have never even gotten a ticket.
I have never left an interaction with the cops with anything other than a “have a nice night.”
In case you can’t tell what the punchline is gonna be, here’s a spoiler alert – she got away with her juvenile crime sprees because she’s white. But up until this very moment it didn’t hit her. She just assumed she was lucky. Turns out the cops who let her get away with speeding and swimming in a private lake were actually racists.
I wake up from my reverie and we are still parked at South Station. I tune into the conversation around me and hear the kids. Let me emphasize KIDS. Kids making a game plan for what they will do if the police start to shoot them.
HAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Seriously, if you believed this story and shared, just give up on life. There’s no hope for you. They started “making a plan for what they will do if police start shooting them?” Yup, that’s believable. Only a really, really stupid white person who has never spent more than 15 minutes around people of color would be gullible enough to believe this.
I glance up at the boy across from me. He is squirming. He wants off bad. He is texting fiercely. I’m assuming he’s telling someone what we are both observing. The girl next to me notices my presence and says, “Sorry for messing up your ride.” I say, “Don’t worry about it.” My voice catches on the last word. My throat starts to sear. She asks, “Are you upset?” I respond,“Yeah, I guess I am. I just don’t understand why they are calling the cops.” She says, “Because we are black.”
Oh for fuck’s sake. Even though this story was real then it would mean that the cops were coming because a bunch of privileged, misbehaving asshole teenagers got lippy with an MBTA cop and wouldn’t do as they were asked.
Nah, that can’t be it. Must be because they’re black. Because….racism.
The 12-year-old turns to the group and quietly says, “Black lives matter.” They all murmur in agreement.
No. Just no. That literally never happened. Do you believe it did? Congratulations, you are a fucking idiot and there is no hope for you. Give up on life.
The police arrive and everyone remains very calm. Eerily calm. Everyone is walking on eggshells. The cops step on the train and tell the kids if they get off quietly they can get on the next one and go home. The kids accept the offer and begin to clamor off. At long last the boy across from me and I are left alone. As I begin to put my headphones back on the police reenter the car. They look at the boy and say, “We said everyone in the group has to get off.”
The boy says, “I don’t know them.” The police say, “It’s an order. Everyone in the group has to get off.” I collect my bags. The police looks at me and says, “Not you. You’re not in the group.”
The police places his hand on the boys shoulder and guides him off the train. In a moment of temporary rage blindness I stand up and scream,
“He doesn’t fucking know those kids.”
The police looks at me and says,
“Is that true?”
To which I say,“Yes, and it was true when he said it too.”
The police release the boy and he sits down across from me again. We share a moment of blankness and then tears well in both of our eyes. He waves me over to the seat next to him. He says, “That was because I am black. Wasn’t it?” I nod. He looks down sheepishly at his shirt and says quietly, “I’m just happy they didn’t hurt me. That would kill my mom. And she is not someone you want to mess with.”
This was one lucky little black boy. He could’ve gotten onto any car of any train. But had he done so he’d probably be dead. Luckily for him he sat directly across from the ultimate social justice warrior hero:
Every little young black boy in America should have a short-haired white SJW from Cambridge on call just in case a situation like this arises.
Here’s the problem though. The MBTA has conducted an investigation of this “incident” and found out that she is completely making up this part:
Once off of the train this male explained that he was not associated with group. This was confirmed by the larger group.”
In other words, this part never actually happened:
In a moment of temporary rage blindness I stand up and scream,
“He doesn’t fucking know those kids.”
She just added that because it was worth 20 SJW points.
This was the best part:
That was because I am black. Wasn’t it?” I nod.
HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA!!! The wise and learned white girl just taught this young black boy a very important life lesson about racism. Yes young man, you just suffered from something called “institutional racism.” Jamie Davenport learned about it in her women’s studies class at Emerson College.
I say the only thing I can think, “I’m so sorry.”He says, “With all that’s going on in the world I am so scared all the time.”
We sit in silence for a moment and I decide to change the subject. I ask him about himself. He tells me he is is entering his junior year of high school and spending the summer working for an organization that aims to help people learn how to have healthy relationships.
YYYYYYEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! This kid is a junior in high school somewhere in Boston and he’s “scared all the time” because of 8 loud mouthed kids on a train.
He says he wants to help stop domestic abuse. He tells me he is passionate about gender equality. He asks me if I know there is a difference between sex and gender. He says he wants to educate the public on that topic.
Oh. My. God. This story just keeps getting more amazing. This African-American junior in high school is “passionate about gender equality.” He randomly asks short haired white girls on the train if they “know the difference between gender and sex.” He lives every day in fear of the cops. In other words, he is a social justice warrior’s fantasy charity case, and she was just lucky enough to hit the jackpot!!
Seriously, if you made it this far into the post and believed it then the joke’s on you. You fell for it. Anyone who has been a sixteen year old boy knows they are passionate about lots of things – sex, booze, friends, music, social media, Pokemon, etc. But no normal kid describes themselves as “passionate for gender equality” to a random white woman on the subway.
The train rattles into my station and I shake his hand. He says, “Thanks.” I mumble, “Don’t mention it.”
Stop the fight!!! Not only is this brave SJW inspiring and insightful, she’s also humble!! She HAD to point out that this imaginary young black transgender activist thanked her. But the thanks just weren’t necessary. All in a day’s work for an Emerson College SJW from Cambridge.
I exit the train and watch it pull away. And then I weep. I weep in a way I never have before. My breath shortens and I begin to crumble.
I weep for Trayvon Martin.
I weep for Mike Brown.
I weep for Sandra Bland.
I weep for Alton Sterling.
I weep for Eric Garner.
I weep for all of the names I do not know but should.
I weep for their families.
I weep for their friends.
I weep for the innocent blood shed all over this country.
I weep for that boy.
This is fantastic. A 16 year old transgender activist inspires her to shed a tear for Alton Sterling – a convicted rapist who beat women and never paid child support. This 16 year old gender equity enthusiast made her think about Michael Brown, an 18 year old giant who robbed a store and tried killing a cop in his last moment’s on earth. What a beautiful and thought provoking poem.
I weep that I cannot remember his name because it is not as familiar to me as James or Tim or Dave.
Ahhh yes, the best part – where the white girl finally says something racist in order to prove she’s not racist. She couldn’t remember this imaginary kid’s name because it’s not “James or Tim or Dave.” Ya know, because only white boys have those names. She can’t remember the black kid’s name, because it was so foreign sounding and strange to her.
That’s the picture she is trying to paint here. And yes, it is racist to do that. It is racist to make up a story about an imaginary black kid and say he had some sort of stereotypical and strange name that only a black kid would have.
I weep for those kids. I weep for all of those kids. I spend the night replaying the whole scenario over and over again in my head. And realize that three words keep running through my mind. Three words that until I heard a 12-year-old black girl say aloud to her friends as they awaited the police I did not understand. Three words that are so little but mean so much.
Black Lives Matter.
I stop crying. I become resolute. I make a pact with myself to help the world become better for those kids. I make a pact with myself to spread this story like wildfire. I make a pact with myself to be an ally to that beautiful boy. It starts here. Before you read on make a pact with yourself to join me. Before you read on commit yourself to this cause. Before you read on openly admit that racism is alive and thriving in this country. Before you read on promise yourself you will say the following three words ALOUD:
Black Lives Matter.
Didn’t do it? Here’s another chance:
Black Lives Matter.
Still can’t say it? Ask yourself why?
Black Lives Matter
Here’s another chance:
Black Lives Matter.
Here’s another chance:
Black Lives Matter.
Black Lives Matter.
Black Lives Matter.
BLACK. LIVES. MATTER.
What a brave and inspiring story!! She thought black lives matter was just a slogan you yell at racist white cops. Turns out it means so much more than that. NOW she gets it and so do you!!
This was the dead giveaway that the whole thing was a lie:
I make a pact with myself to spread this story like wildfire.
The entire purpose of this post was for morons to believe it, share it, and thus she gets crowned the next great SJW queen. Mission accomplished. She knows how dumb people are, and she played it perfectly. Just look at this small sampling of the responses on her page:
This was my favorite:
Translation – I hate guys who like sports. This was exactly the type of person that Jamie Davenport was hoping to win over:
We could go through all of their Facebook pages, but we already know what we’ll find – lots of white people who have never interacted with black people their entire lives. Because that’s what the BLM has become – an army of stupid, gullible white people who have bought into the theory of white privilege. They blindly believed this story was true because they wanted to believe it was true. They want to have a cause to fight for because their lives as suburban white people are empty and boring.
Check out Jamie Davenport’s pictures on her Facebook page and try to find a black guy. I dare ya. Because all I see are the whitest people on earth:
This is how you can tell you didn’t grow up in an urban area. Because when you grow up in a place like Worcester you don’t even think about race. Diversity is a part of life. You’ve interacted with people of color so often that you know they’re just regular people living their lives. But when you’re a suburban white SJW you view black people as delicate flowers that you must protect. Because black people cannot possibly survive without a doting white woman to protect them from racism. Preferably a white woman with a boy’s regular haircut who posts artsy photographs of herself on Facebook:
This is so wrong though. It’s so wrong to lie and fabricate tall tales in order to inflame racial tensions in this country. Only a narcissistic waste of human garbage sees an incident like this happen and asks themselves, “how can I use the current racial and anti-police animosity in today’s political climate to show the world I am a brave and great human being?”
This is how cops get killed.
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