Yeah, you read that right. Attica, home of the famous prison riot in 1971.
I don't know what even made me remember this night, but I was a stupid Libtard in those days, we're all the same, they're just like us, only darker.
My BF at the time, also extremely Libtarded, had a nigger friend he hung out with occasionally. I met the dude a few times, he seemed ok for a nog. So one night, Jessie the nigger tells us he has a fun new place he wants to take us to (this is in 1981 or so, just 10 years after the riot). We're driving way the hell out in East BF upstate NY. Maybe Jessie had a relative imprisoned there and he was there to see visiting family, I honestly don't remember the circumstances that got us there.
So we drive up to this shithole looking place that turned out to be a bar. It looked like it may have once been a 2 or 3 story house with a cinder block above ground basement. And it also looked like the place had burned down, and some industrious niggers had bought a burned out shell of a building, slapped up some 4 x 8 sheets of plywood across the top of the cement blocks, called that a roof, and opened up Attica's finest drinking establishment.
I had no idea what I was about to walk into. We go in with Jessie, all the niggers at the door are ooking and eeking at him, and then they get a load of the 2 YT's behind him. Silence for a few seconds, giving my BF the evil eye and me the old up and down. When was the last time any of these POS saw a green eyed redhead? All I saw were teeth and eyes, it was wall to wall niggers.
For some ungodly reason, I was only slightly nervous, not really even scared. I didn't think anything would happen as long as I held on to my BF, stayed close to Jessie, and didn't dance with anyone. As it turned out, nothing did happen. This was years before the HNIC gave the niggers the belief they can rob, kill and rape with impunity. And as I said, I was a stupid young libtard. I shudder to think what would happen now.