I am back from Chattanooga. Nothing untoward occurred, at least, in terms of being accosted by acolytes of BLM. It was a tiring trip, though.
We went over there Monday. It was hot, and unbeknownst to me, my wife had turned the air control on the air conditioner down to minimum, I never touch that particular knob on the dashboard, so it never occurred to me to check it. I just assumed the A/C was not able to cope with the heat.
When we got to Chattanooga, I found out I had made reservations for Tuesday, 16 May and not Monday, 15 May. Instead of trying to jump through hoops and change everything with my daughter in terms of picking M up upon her arrival there, we decided to just stay overnight.
But what I didn't know was there was a convention in town. Not far from the airport is Hamilton Place Mall. It's surrounded by hotels. Nice ones, like Holiday Inn and Ramada, and rather more spartan outfits like Days Inn.
I couldn't get a room for love or money at any of the more desirable places, but we did finally find a room at an obscure, "off brand" place further back from the mall. It was austere, but it was clean.
In the morning, I went in at 0600 to have the continental breakfast. The place was full of young men from somewhere in the middle east. At least, they looked the part and were speaking what sounded like Arabic.
When they finished breakfast, they went over and took about 12 apples off the breakfast bar (all that were left), they took all the muffins that were wrapped in plastic bags (about 20), and they took all the cream cheese in the little tins. They filled up empty plastic bottles with the orange juice. Then they walked out. Where they had been eating was disgusting. Napkins all over the floor, wrappers on the floor, spilled coffee and juice in a long trail from the breakfast bar to the tables.
I asked the person at the counter what that was all about, and it turns out they were"immigrants" sponsored by a church, but the state is paying to put them up at the motel until they get permanent housing. I asked her if she could have some more apples and muffins, and orange juice, put out but she said she couldn't, as everything for this days breakfast was now gone. Fortunately, I already had orange juice and bagels for my wife, but that was kind of tough on all the other hotel guests who were going to wind up with coffee and cereal as the only breakfast choice.
I tried to find out more about these individuals, but the girl at the desk was nervous about the subject. She clearly had been told this was not a topic of conversation to engage in with the guests. It's also possible she was playing me for a fool, and these guys were some kind of construction workers, as everybody else staying there seemed to be. Trust but verify, and there was no way to verify this . I sure wasn't going to ask these guys if they were leaches from Syria. They did not look or act like pleasant people.
This is what the individuals in the hotel breakfast room looked like. This is not a picture I took, since I doubt they would have been amenable to me photographing them.
I've been going to Chattanooga for more than 30 years, and it sure has changed. We went to Hamilton Place Mall to kill time, and we had lunch at the food court. We went to the Japanese food kiosk. There were three people working there, a middle aged man, a teen aged boy, and a younger teen aged girl. I'm guessing they were Iraqis. They didn't speak any English. I mean, I couldn't even get the distinction between "coke" and "diet coke" across to the older guy. We paid for what we thought we ordered, but when it came it wasn't even close. My wife wanted to make an issue of it, but I told her there was no point, just to let it go.
There were 3 black guys in their twenties and a black girl sitting at a table in the food court, about 3 tables over. Into the food court comes a group of four guys, Africans, and I am pretty sure Somalis, but that's an educated guess. They made a bee line to the table next to the first group. Then they started trying to talk to the girl. She wasn't having it. This "disrespected" the black guys with her, and they started in with their "MF this and MF that." But they misjudged their opponents. The Somalis or whatever they were jumped up and started yelling insults, they were ready to windmill.
Somalis. They kind of stand out. Even in mug shots.
About then, people started getting up and bailing out of the food court. Mostly they were black people, and SW Asians, i.e. Indians, Pakistanis, that kind of thing. The only other white people in the food court was an older couple, and they got up and left as soon as the 2nd group came in, must be they were locals and recognized trouble.
My wife and I got up and started walking towards the Barnes and Nobles entrance. I was waiting with interest to see who backed down, or if nobody did, but my wife didn't want to be anywhere near this. About that time, a cop came walking in. Not a mall cop, but a real cop, a black guy. His appearance was the signal for the Somalis to dee dee , which they did like frost when the sun hits it.
Much ado about nothing. But it was interesting that the Somalis (or Kenyans, or whatever) appeared to be at loggerheads with the local BLM.
I saw hardly any white people in the mall, and when I did it was usually a teen aged girl with her mom type of thing. I saw almost no Hispanics, but there were a lot of Africans, and a lot of people speaking what sounded like Arabic. When we went looking for another book store I thought I remembered at a big strip mall, I asked three different people, whom I thought were locals, if they knew where it was and not one of them spoke English.
We went into a grocery store at the strip mall, and the stench was appalling. I told my wife it smelled like something was in there dead. But it turned out to be a grocery store that specialized in "immigrant" food, and what I was smelling was herbs, spices, and deli style food. I bought a bag of pretzels and we left. My wife, who grew up in Africa, wasn't nonplussed at all but I thought the stink was disgusting.
I saw 12 police officers while we were in Chattanooga, and they were all black. That would bode ill if you had to defend yourself. Unless, maybe, the attackers were Somalis and then the cops might like you, who knows?
While we were over there in Chattanooga, my wife wanted to get something and cover my bumper stickers on the Jeep. Just til we got home, she said. Especially after the thing in the food court, she was really jumpy. I told her that would make me look like I was afraid of the Morlocks. She said she "WAS" afraid of the Morlocks. So what I did was back the Jeep into parking spots, so I'd have another car right behind me and people driving by couldn't see the rear of the Jeep. At the Hotel I backed into a spot right next to the building, so people couldn't drive by and see. My main concern was that I would come out of a store or the hotel and find all the windows busted out of the Jeep. But in truth, I really didn't feel all that comfortable driving around the city. It's not like an American city, or at least, not like Chattanooga used to be. There's way more "minorities" there than white people, and it's very tense.
One more thing I noticed. At the Barnes and Nobles, where they used to have a huge gun section, there were almost no gun books. I got the Osprey book on the Mosin Nagant rifles, for which I paid $22.00, but when I got home I found out I could have bought it from Amazon for $13.00. The other thing I noticed was a huge section on "African Americans". One of the offerings was an adult comic book called "the Revolt" or something like that which was not very flattering towards white people, and certainly did not espouse the virtues of "can't we all get along."
They did have two of Edward Abbey's books, The Monkey Wrench Gang and Desert Solitaire.
All in all, I am really glad to be back. My whole routine was thrown out of whack by this trip, and I never really could relax over there, though nothing threatening happened to us. It was just a feeling of constant tension seems to surround the city now. I'm getting used to being back home and unwinding some now. It's good to be back.
You might want to get a copy of this CC, it's got good information on the Mosin Nagant and tells some things about the Dragoon. Don't get hosed paying full price like I did, though.