A few days ago I had to get a train in London.
I sat down at my seat, plugged in my laptop and waited whilst the seats filled up.
I always sit in The Quiet Zone of a train for the quiet (obviously) which is the section of the train which bans people using mobiles, I pods, walkmans and noise such as loud conversations.
I was recovering from a migraine the night before and as usual on the day after a bad migraine I have to have quiet and sit in the shadows to recover.
Then down the aisle came three black teenagers aged around 18 - 20, two males one female.
They were carrying bags of McDonalds , shouting, laughing and talking on their mobiles.
Guess what - they sat next to me.
The noise was overpowering.
Whilst the female was shouting into her mobile, the other two had I pods which they were playing and not even listening too whilst talking to each other.
I pointed out the sign saying Quiet Zone and said ' Excuse me would you please turn off your I pods and keep the noise down as this is meant to be the Quiet Zone'.
Next thing - instant attitude from the girl (as usual).
She shouted at me in a pathetic fake Jamaican accent ' You dont tell me what to do man, you Iz so fucking rude'.
I looked at her and said through gritted teeth ' That signs says this is the fucking quiet zone, so turn off your mobile and I pods'.
" Dont you be telling me what to do man, you iz so rude'.
Then the small gobby one sitting next to me in another fake Jamaican accent said
' You cant tell us what to do man'.
This was rather strange as on his way to the seat he was loudly telling everyone who could listen he was from Somalia not Jamaica.
The other one kept quiet but kept giving me evil looks.
The female then thrust her legs out under my seat, she had sat opposite me, so I moved her feet out the way with my foot.
She tried to kick me under the table and said ' You better say sorry man for kicking me leg'.
I smiled at her and ignored her.
She seemed a bit perturbed.
Then the little gobby one said ' I am gonna put me I pod on'.
The female said ' The rude bastard better shut up man. Just play it man. ' or something like that in some dismal fake Jamaican patois.
I looked at the gobby little one sitting next me and said to him ' No you are not going to put your fucking I pod on. This is the Quiet Zone, so I suggest you fuck off into another carriage'.
He looked a bit shocked.
Then he started giving some verbal in a crap fake Jamaican patois about 'dis man aint got no respect blood' and all that 'look at me I am a black gangster' verbal rubbish and 'gangster hand puppet' movements to his mate.
Every white person on the train, the usual white, middle class types, all had shrunk into their shells and were remaining silent.
When whites are faced with aggressive blacks they usually shut up and vanish, especially on the Quiet Zone on a train - but woe betide any white teenagers who play up in the Quiet Zone, then white people will ask them to turn them off their mobile phones and I Pods with alarming aggression.
But not blacks, oh no, when it comes to blacks then white people will put up with anything rather than ask young black males to abide by the same sort of behaviour as everyone else on the train.
After about 15 minutes of moaning amongst themselves they got up and went away coughing and spluttering about me not allowing them to put their mobiles and I Pods on and that they would sit somewhere else where they could do so.
The problem is that these werent bad kids.
They were young black kids at college and the female was doing a psychology course, as she had informed me as they had shouted out to each other whilst talking across the table.
But for some reason they had all adopted the same stupid fake rapper Jamaican accent and the bad boy rapper attitude.
But they were all small, normal black kids not some bad boy gangster types - but for some reason they had all adopted the bad boy rapper persona and attitude.
Just before they got up and walked away, I thought it was going to kick off.
At that point I was about five seconds away from hurting very badly the gobby one sitting next to me.
He had reached into the inner pocket of his puffer jacket with his right hand and was shifting around in it trying to grab something.
From his attitude, and his previous aggressive bad boy rapper demeanour and verbal, I was well within my rights to suspect he was going for a knife or a gun.
He had the mouth, the clothes, the bad boy persona and had given it the threatening verbal - but I knew he was at college and the accent was obviously false so therefore it was reasonable to assume he was a total knobhead and therefore I did not do what I was prepared to do.
Which was to reach behind his neck with my right hand, smash his face straight down onto the table and then stand up and break his mates nose with a pre-emptive palm strike to the bridge of the nose.
Having done martial arts for many years as a youth, one never forgets the simple pacification techniques.
From out of his jacket he pulled out a mobile phone.
Now this incident revealed to me three things ;
1) The pernicious bling culture and rapper bad boy culture in the black community is turning even decent young black males into complete wankers. These two lads were only 18 or 19 and weighed about 9 stone, yet they really though they could give it large to people and not get anything back. They had all adopted the Jamaican bad boy accent, the gangster attitude and wore the 'Look at me man I am from Da Hood' American gangster clothing - but were not gangsters but college students.
2) That most white people are petrified of pulling up young black males for anti-social behaviour for fear of being attacked or abused and therefore, as they are not being pulled up for anti-social behaviour, they are developing a real attitude with white people in particular. I have witnessed before the contempt that many young blacks in London have for white people and it is disgusting to witness.
3) That as a result of them adopting the bad bay attitude and white people not pulling them up anymore when they play up for even the simplest things, such as ignoring the fact they are in the QUIET ZONE of a train, that they think all white people are weak and cowardly and that they can do what they want. This means they really think they can push it with the wrong types of white people.
They do not seem to understand that all white people are not the same.
Some whites are in reality very nasty bad people who would hurt them very badly if they tried anything really stupid around them.
All this contempt is one day going to blow up in their faces.
That night some young black lads mum and dad got young Jamal (that was his name) back in one piece.
He was lucky.
The next time they meet some white male such as one who has been to prison, who is a real thug and who doesnt cringe like most white people when black youth give them verbal, then one of them is going to get very very badly hurt.
