Barking up the wrong tree.
I grew up in Wyoming. On a large cattle ranch that had been passed down to my parents from several generations. The ranch went bust y the time that I reached my late teens. So as an adult I needed to pursue another means of making a living. I'd rather not say what business I'm in, as I've been recently transferred to New York City as a corporate vice president. The problem is that I find myself terrified by the small groups of black or Hispanic young men that I constantly see gathered near certain spots in midtown Manhattan. Don't we have blacks and other minorities in Wyoming? Of course we do. But they are normal, courteous people. Not these wild sounding hood rats that I see harassing working white people as we pass them by. The police seem to ignore them unless they see an actual crime taking place. And since this choke hold incident, the New York police seem to have adopted a hands off attitude. My position allows me to have a carry permit, so I have purchased a hand gun. I'm ready and willing to use it. Who knows, you may be reading about me later today. I am not a racist. I am not a nut case. My fear has given me the courage to act in a very awesome way. Am I thinking normally? These young men are really barking up the wrong tree.