Facts aren't racist.
I spent ten weeks in Europe in 2000. A few snippets:
- I stopped a North African man who manhandled an African woman in front of Gare du Nord train station (he had a sharp object pressed against her stomach) by alerting police.
- an African man was manhandling a drunk Parisian woman in a night club in the Republique area. I don't speak French, so had limited insight. The patrons (mostly White) ignored it, a behavior we wouldn't tolerate.
- several young Parisians (White) were arguing outside, cursing, and repeatedly spitting at each other from a distance. I've never seen this before, googled it, and comments said the alleged behavior is a false stereotype for the French.
- I walked into what I thought was a German pub midday for a cold beer, again in the Republique, and as I stepped in I smelled trouble. Alone, I chose the experience and approached the large bar manager over the sexxy bartender to establish myself. He passed me off to her. The men 50 and younger appeared to be ME, as was the staff, and two older drunk Parisians. An older tiny man, likely Parisian, was arguing w a small group of men. The muscled middle eastern manager took out a small solid metal piece from behind the bar, clenched it in his hand, and the crew dragged the small man outside. Said manager returned a few minutes later, released the weighted piece, knuckles red, and dipped his hand in ice. One normal man could handle the small harmless older drunk. He must have been pulverized by this angry 230+ pound man. I finished my beer and departed.
- in Greece I saw several women with visible large bruises on their arms and face. I grabbed a beer from a kiosk in Athens and checked w the cashier that drinking in public was legal. "Sure, we are a free country. You can drink a beer, you can beat your wife. You're American? I know Greek Americans who's wives misbehave, they bring them here and beat them. We are a free country!
- Gypsies were running scams everywhere. I told them "Get a job!" as they were begging outside Notre Dame, the West Africans cracked up. We had a good chat.
- I exited at the Marseille train station, saw few people, but got an unsettling feeling. I moved onto Nice. Locals later informed me that there were a LOT of problems in Marseille.
- Amsterdam downtown was a clusterf--k on the streets on a Friday night.
