CHINATOWN SEX DUNGEONS
Such as this past Sunday evening, when I cruised into our apartment after an exhausting day at the races.....
"Hi, welcome home, how come you never told me about Chinatown Sex-Dungeons?!?"
As the know-it-all of the seedy side, apparently I should know all about sex dungeons.
Chinatown and North Beach are supposed to be chock-full of them, according to one of her fellow volunteers at the soup kitchen for the needy where she chops vegetables and wields a spoodle on Sundays.
Also, there's Asian-American kids setting fire to the homeless, and Hong Kong gangsters selling crack.
She explained that a new volunteer, in his sixties, white, and with anger issues, had insisted that such matters were well known, and he hinted that her denial of these unsavoury things was an attempt to cover-up and make nice for whitey. Pretending like everything is kosher.
Which is probably (and I'm just guessing here) a conspiracy.
My exposure to C'town crime and the seamy underbelly of Taai Fao is vastly greater than hers, seeing as she is just a nice Chinese-American family girl, whereas I am an inquisitive language-slut with peculiar interests, and markedly eccentric to boot.
What H was up to twenty years ago (member of 忠精義 - Joe Boys), or who P hung out with in the seventies (華青 - Wah Ching), even who Lo-Tung was supposed to have whacked down on Geary, or which now-deceased moron claimed to be a 大圈佬 ('big circle dude') - these are not entirely foreign to me. I've been around.
As for the young thugs who kept one of the C'Town theatres free from the Yuet Wah back in the mid eighties, which clique hangs out where, or why G.H. broke the contract with Taai Ming - again, more my world than hers.
But until she mentioned the Chinatown & North Beach Sex Dungeons, I had never heard of them.
And I still haven't.
This is probably because I don't play video games.
The world inside violent video games is not, strictly speaking, based on reality. It is a fantasy world. Many of the colourful details are fictional.
[Fictional: Adjective - imaginary, not true. Made up. Invented.]
Regarding teenagers setting fire to street people, that is something that mostly white kids from the suburbs do. Florida leads the nation in this field.
Several hours of reading on the internet show that there was ONE assault on a sleeping homeless person in Chinatown (perpetrators unknown, no ethnic description), and several hundred assaults on the homeless elsewhere. Fires, beating, robbery, rape, and murder.
The vast majority of cases list white males in their late teens to late twenties as the attackers. The victims are usually significantly older, frequently non-white, and often female and/or handicapped.
As for Hong Kong gangsters selling crack, I'm sure they do. In Hong Kong.
Here in the United States, it's pointless to try to compete with African Americans, Latinos, and Whites. Especially as these three groups already have well-defined target audiences and territories for their drug-related enterprises.
I doubt, for instance, that a Chinese criminal would feel entirely 'at home' selling crack in East-Oakland, East Palo Alto, or, let us say, Spanish Harlem and East LA.
That's an understatement, by the way.
At this point, all I can tell her is to ignore her fellow-volunteer, and avoid dealing with him if at all possible. He sounds like a nut, and is probably both unstable and given to stereotyping. Some elderly white people are like that. No matter how often they are confronted with facts, they will continue to insist on fancy. Every attempt to bring them down to earth, every message that contradicts what they KNOW is true, is seen as further evidence of a conspiracy.
Simply debating their assertions may mark one as an enemy.
["..... In the great final battle between GOOD and EVIL, such enemies MUST be slaughtered ... with the flaming sword of Shuld-Kara, and while riding the great steed Pandarg ... whereupon the heavens will open up thunderously, and busty Shrine Maidens will descend to embrace the righteous! Thrice awm-zaga vakul goroldoroush! Yay!"]
Sweetheart, step away from the crazy white person. Don't say anything, just back away quietly. Let someone else risk his wrath. Not you.
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