- Everything looked familiar as I parked my car in a private car park and walked
towards my block of flats at two o'clock in the morning.
Where have you been so long? A german meeting 'bout taking over the world?
- Tired and hungry, I hurried forward, my handbag in one hand and my briefcase in
the other. Then I felt an uncanny sensation - someone was watching me.
Don't tell me you felt us watching!
- I looked back, and suddenly I saw ten men emerge from behind a fence.
He he he! That's a big surprise, eh?
- Five minutes later my own blood was spattered over five cars and several yards of
pavement, and I lay on the ground like a rag doll, with a nose that required surgical
attention.
Go on! I like this part the most! But don't tell me you
didn't cleaned up the mess on the cars...
- I had been mugged, and had made the mistake of hanging on to my possessions, in
the belief that if I screamed loudly enough, sooner or later help would come. I was wrong.
And now we can all see the helpfulness of the german people.
They aren't one big team... they don't help eachother. I hate it! We as members of BC98 we
help eachother!
- I yelled 'Hilfe!' as urgently as I could.
I hate that dirty language!
- Several people telephoned the police; other neighbours told me later that they
did not realize it was an emergency.
Yeah right. Do you believe this crap? Your blood was
splattered over five cars??? And your 'friends' did not realize it was emergency? Go
fuck yourself! I don't believe this!
- Clearly they regarded my shouting as a disturbance and a nuisance. I realized
that I had been a typical innocent victim: the independent german female who frequently
goes out at night alone.
Stupid bitch!
- The possibility of real physical danger had never crossed my mind.
Other germans who're possibly reading this: LEARN YOUR
LESSON!
- My property had been burgled and vandalised, but nobody had ever hit me,
deliberately and repeatedly, in the face.
And that's because we like violence. Sorry for you!
- Although my nose split with the first punch, it never occurred to me that I
should give up, or that I had not a hope of winning.
Ooh, that's very wrong... We always win!
- But troughout the struggle not a single practical thought went through my mind. If my
attackers had just been kids out for cash they would probably have given up when I proved
to be such a stubborn victim.
Stubborn? We really don't accept resistance!
- I hung on grimly to my bags and put up what I considered was a fierce
fight. But I was naive if I thought I could dissuade these professionals - because that
was what they were.
Finally some good words from a german!
- I have learnt my lesson.
No, you're not. You'll never learn your lesson... The lesson
to kill yourself!
- The first thing I have learnt is to be watchful and suspicious. At any rate, I
can try to make sure that the next mugging happens to someone else, not me. I avoid
dark, isolated places, especially unlit car parks.
Very good! So can see all the people out there what were
doing to you, germans.
- I do not carry things which might attract attention.
What do ya mean? A swastika?
- I wear a small shoulder bag rather than a prominent handbag. Anything I
would definitely not want to lose, I now wear beneath my underclothes.
Thanks for telling us. Next time we'll snatch your clothes
also away!
- I decided it was no good simply wringing my hands in horror over what happened.
Huh? Why not?
- I would take self-defence classes.
Don't take any pains. You against BC98? 1 against 10?
Imagine!
- I now consider it should be the duty of local authorities to offer such
classes for german people in recognition of the fact that we live in an increasingly
violent society with such a dangerous crew.
He he he. Don't you think we have our people in the local
authorities? We're bigger then you ever can imagine!
- I learnt that I did not really have to learn hundreds of karate blows. The
most important thing is the ability to recognise a dangerous situation and avoid a
confrontation.
There you got the point!
- At worst, I hope to surprise an attacker next time in order to win two seconds in
which to run like mad.
Surprise? With gas?
- As the ex-policeman who runs my course said: 'If you are going to do something,
it should be done with absolute conviction, or not at all!'
Not at all. |
