I Do Not Have Even One Iota Of Sympathy For All Of The Americans Who Are "Suffering" And Being "Ripped Off"

I have traveled to the Wall Street section of New York City on four occasions, in order to MONITOR the “protest movement” that is taking place down there. And the most striking thing is the vast majority of the “protesters” are well-fed and over-fed white people who are obviously from middle-class backgrounds. There are relatively few blacks, Hispanics, Asians and others and there is only a very light sprinkling of individuals who appear to be homeless and/or down-and-out.

In other words, most of the ones down there are nothing but soft, spoiled, lazy and whiny punks and punkettes. As a matter of fact, and as far as I am concerned, hardly any of the folks down there deserve to be living in a great nation like the United States of America and it is a real shame and a crime that thousands of U.S. military personnel are currently fighting and dying to keep their types safe and secure.

I only wish them the worse and if it were up to me, I would send in a number of heavily-armed police units to kick them out of the area and to arrest all of the ones who put up resistance.

That mob is not accomplishing anything worthy. About the only things they are succeeding at doing is stinking up the area, strewing filthy garbage all over the place, disrupting the flow of vehicular traffic and making it difficult for hard-working people to get to their places of employment.

Interestingly, one of the primary reasons why I have such a dim view of the “protests” and “protesters” is I am black, grew up in poverty and have been discriminated against and “ripped off” by the power elite throughout my life. Opposite of what is the case for many, if not most, of the whites who are “protesting” in downtown Manhattan, times did not start getting tough for me a mere 10 or 12 years ago.

As is the case for the majority of black people in America, I was born into a recession and have lived in one for most of my life. Much of my biography consists of my being under-hired, not hired at all, passed over for promotions that I deserved to get, required to walk 10 miles to get to point A while whites were required to walk only one mile to get to that point, and the “last hired and first fired.”

So, no, I do not have any mercy at all for a bunch of white people who are just now getting around to becoming aware of such things as “life is not always fair,” “life is a bitch,” “one cannot get ahead by simply working 9-to-5,” and “only the strong survive.”

The following account is a very good example of what I have had to go through for much of my life:

Back in 1970 when I was in the U.S. Army and only about three months from being honorably discharged, I sent out my resume to a few companies in order to have a job waiting for me when I got home to Los Angeles. And if I must say so myself, my resume was quite impressive. While in the Army, I was awarded a number of awards for valor in combat and meritorious service; I commanded units that were comprised by as many as 400+ soldiers, I was a staff officer for the Commanding General of the 9th Infantry Division, and I advanced to the rank of captain.

Well, I received one response from a large Los Angeles-based life insurance company that indicated that I would be a “perfect fit” for one of its management-trainee programs that paid a very good salary. I spoke with a man over the phone and he assured me that as soon as I got of out of the Army, the job would be mine.

About three days after I was discharged and returned to Los Angeles, I went to the company to meet with the personnel officer and I will never forget what happened that day.

Decked out in a Brooks Brothers suit, I looked very much the up-and-coming corporate officer as I sat in the waiting room with about five young white men (I was the only “minority person” there). Then a tall white male entered the room, walked right past me to where the young whites were sitting and asked, “Which one of you is Julius Hannon?

Sir, I’m Julius Hannon,” I answered.

He quickly turned around and when he saw me, a surprised expression came over his face. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

To make a long story short, when I went to the man’s office and sat down with him, no mention was made of the high-paying management-trainee position. He told me that the only job available to me was an entry-level claim examiner position.

I did not let on that I was shocked, disappointed or angry over the fact that I had just been discriminated against because of the color of my skin. I just said I would take the job and asked when could I start.

When I reported for work, I attended a training course and nearly all of my “peers” were kids fresh out of high school and junior college. In other words, I had been grossly under-hired, only because I was black.

However, my attitude was I will show them that they made the wrong move -- and I did exactly that. I worked my tail off. Every morning, I got to work about one or two hours early and every evening, I stayed about one or two hours late (all off the clock). I produced far more than any of the people that I had been hired with and even more than most of the “old timers” in the department.

In less than six months, I was promoted to supervisor, and about one year after that, I was promoted to manager of the entire department which had a staff of about 100 claim examiners.

Then, after I had been working for the company for about two years, I landed a second job, working from midnight to 8 a.m. as a security guard in the headquarters building of a large bank. And that was just the beginning. I went on to work two full-time jobs for nearly 30 years. I was an insurance executive by day and a security officer by night.

What I am driving at is, when I got “ripped off” by a huge corporation, I did not cry, I did not complain, and I did not have any ill feelings towards the company. I just put my nose to the stone and “accepted life on life’s terms.” In addition, as soon as I realized that I was not making enough money to achieve my material goals or to live as “high off the hog” as I desired, I got a second job. After all, I was young and strong and could handle the long hours.

The moral of this story is people who believe in such things as government is supposed to “create jobs” for them and big corporations and other employers are supposed to treat them fairly and kindly, and share their profits with them, are fools who are destined to fail and to live in despair.

Thus, instead of doing little more than squandering their time and making nuisances of themselves, all of the folks who are presently “protesting” on Wall Street and in other places should be out there “hustling” for themselves, just like I have always done. In fact, if they were out there working as hard as they can to get their own “pieces of the pie,” they would not even have the time to be concerned about big corporations making record profits and so forth.