How a black boy who grew up in a crime ridden area changed his life

I didn't read the link, but I'm guessing he tied her up, then raped her, then ransacked the house and found all her money and jewels and everything like that.

Not quite. They put him in a jockey's uniform and stood him out front in the garden holding a lantern. Low wage but lot's of overtime.
 
Elizabeth Price is well used to answering the door of her smart Kensington townhouse to all sorts of people. Delivery drivers, door-to-door salesmen, Jehovah’s Witnesses — they’ve all regularly graced her elegant doorstep. More unusual, however, was the 17-year-old boy who rang the intercom one warm spring afternoon four years ago. He introduced himself as Reggie Nelson, and explained that he lived on an East End council estate and simply wanted some advice about how he too could one day live in a wealthy area like this. Many of us, faced with a similarly unexpected visitor, would probably find an excuse to shut the door as quickly as possible — suspecting some sort of scam or possible attempted robbery.



Read more: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/ar...mproving-life-knocking-doors-career-City.html

I'd ask him to leave and shut the door same as I'd do with the JW, Mormons, etc. No excuses needed.
 
He probably read the Article you provided.
First you let the Syrians die from Assad using Chemical Weapons, now you call black people 'boy'. (shaking head) Just what kind of insensitive Twat are you?

You're truly a whacko, you ought to work on that! it
 
Of course, in many parts of the US, he would have been shot for his audacity.

If he's from the hood, and it appears that he is, I suspect that my chances of being shot are far greater doing something like that where he's from than vice versa.
 
Or by the police before he got to her elegant doorstep. Maybe in his own apartment or while on the job.

There you go pretending being shot because black is a real thing. Why don't you kneel about it for a while in a fake protest.

Someone white doing what he did where he lives is far more likely to be shot than vice versa.
 
Elizabeth Price is well used to answering the door of her smart Kensington townhouse to all sorts of people. Delivery drivers, door-to-door salesmen, Jehovah’s Witnesses — they’ve all regularly graced her elegant doorstep. More unusual, however, was the 17-year-old boy who rang the intercom one warm spring afternoon four years ago. He introduced himself as Reggie Nelson, and explained that he lived on an East End council estate and simply wanted some advice about how he too could one day live in a wealthy area like this. Many of us, faced with a similarly unexpected visitor, would probably find an excuse to shut the door as quickly as possible — suspecting some sort of scam or possible attempted robbery.



Read more: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/ar...mproving-life-knocking-doors-career-City.html


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Those two damn evil white people

Where is Guno wishing they would die off
 
How a black boy who grew up in a crime ridden area changed his life

Elizabeth Price is well used to answering the door of her smart Kensington townhouse to all sorts of people. Delivery drivers, door-to-door salesmen, Jehovah’s Witnesses — they’ve all regularly graced her elegant doorstep. More unusual, however, was the 17-year-old boy who rang the intercom one warm spring afternoon four years ago. He introduced himself as Reggie Nelson, and explained that he lived on an East End council estate and simply wanted some advice about how he too could one day live in a wealthy area like this. Many of us, faced with a similarly unexpected visitor, would probably find an excuse to shut the door as quickly as possible — suspecting some sort of scam or possible attempted robbery.

Who gives a shit about anything that happens in limey land?

Especially if it's reported in a rag like The Daily Mail.
 
I DRTFA, but if someone knocked on my door and asked how to be as awesome as me, I'd hire them to be me and then bask in the awesomeness of being me without having to be me.
 
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