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The gentleman asks why anyone would doxx him. I say, you'll have to ask them, but possibly because you threatened me with a gun He explains he wasn't threatening me, then tells me to "keep a safe distance" which feels like another threat and also dude, YOU approached MEpic.twitter.com/S62fwfBOgj
Two men with AR15s inform me I'm not intimidated They also accuse me of throwing things, then demand to know why I didn't stop others from throwing. Astoundingly, they say they'd protect me if people antagonized me It is difficult to talk to people who believe their own liespic.twitter.com/87SU3OdOOs
The gentlemen next take issue with me encouraging violence somehow and also with calling them neo-nazis, which I have NEVER done We fight about the word chud Mr. "You fucking cunt" says he isn't far-right. I ask him to elaborate on his beliefs. He either can't or won'tpic.twitter.com/WiJO2KZCJI
I continue to try to figure out what he believes He finally says he's a Republican and believes in freedom He also emphasizes freedom of speech and to express views without intimidation which, WOW Again, he believes he believes this down to his core, despite his own actionspic.twitter.com/jFrqnbAAka
The armed gentlemen say that I called Antifa on them (no). They conflate two weekends, get confused about time This is where things begin to go off the rails. I start reacting and begin to lose control of the conversation The rest of these videos are clinics on what NOT to dopic.twitter.com/jrtpunbmlJ
I ask about harassment of Juniper. They deny it, which tracks with the story I was told (they came when called but did not participate) They ask about my nationality, I tell them, then he gets to do a gotcha: he's also from the middle east. Look at how racist they aren'tpic.twitter.com/Fp6hz4qEIA
This is an old trick. When you respond to the dog whistle, they get to prove you wrong It's disorienting. A better response would be, why do you ask? "Why do you assume I think you're racist?" would have been a better response to the "I have non-white friends" bit
A brief moment of competency in which I point out the dichotomy between the way he's acting today and the way he acted last weekend "Things got a little heated" he admits Which makes it fine, obviously. Totally okpic.twitter.com/rKkPN7iUbS
I also get heated and it results in a tactical error: I advance on one of them to demonstrate how Mr. "Fucking cunt" over there advanced on me They, of course, take this as proof that I'm not intimidated We'll talk about that in a second, but it is a bad tactical choicepic.twitter.com/kWnRQnoZBn
A better choice, at this point, would have been to either go silent or leave. I got decent footage and I could feel myself getting angry If you go silent, they fill the space with words and sometimes those words are incredible If you leave, the party's over I did neither thing
I did at least ask about he magazine in the gentleman's weapon. He refused to give me a straight answer, unsurprisingly I should bring my own AR to a protest sometime with a magazine in and see if the police are as cavalier about it as they are with this guypic.twitter.com/wFJeNkw68g
I'm going to spare you the rest of the clip. It's mostly a woman telling me I'm not intimidated by men with guns That I'm lying, since I don't act intimidated This gets under my skin, we have words. Maybe it's dishonest not to show you, but it's not newsworthy either
Gonna conclude with a link to another thread about how yeah, actually, I feel feelings like fear when talking to people who hate me while they're holding weapons that could kill mehttps://twitter.com/1misanthrophile/status/1318012131195768832?s=19 …
EPILOGUE: I am deadhttps://twitter.com/JFlorencePDX/status/1318010070840475650?s=19 …
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