Not a hell of a lot of fun in it these days, I’m afraid.
Straphanger slugged by irate seatmate wrestles attacker to floor — but then fellow passengers helped HIM after he ‘turned into a little b—-h’
A straphanger was slugged in the face by an irate seatmate on a Manhattan-bound subway, but he managed to wrestle the “little b–ch” to the floor — but that’s when fellow passengers jumped in to help his attacker.Alexander Rakitin, 42, was riding the N train to his Manhattan finance job Monday morning when he sat down next to 34-year-old Timothy Barbee.
As the train took off, the car jolted, causing Rakitin’s knee to jostle Barbee’s — which set the alleged assailant off.
“Apparently my knee touched his knee. That triggered him,” Rakitin told The Post.
“He was just very aggressive. I’m like, saying, ‘Dude, just chill, it’s like 8:30 in the morning. Like, who needs this s–t? Just chill.’”
Footage taken by another straphanger captured the two staring each other down, before Barbee yelled “It’s f–king done, stop staring at me” — and proceeded to tell the protesting Rakitin to “Make me chill” and “Shut the f–k up.”
Their verbal exchange quieted for a moment while they continued to stare each other down, before Barbee said, “I ain’t got time to go to jail today.”
Then he smacked Rakitin across the face — sending his glasses flying — before the camera cut out.
“I was able to wrestle him to the ground after that, and just kind of hold him,” Rakitin said. “And the craziest part was that — and this is literally upsetting, like I’m actually emotional about it — people on the train were trying to help him. Like, that was the most insane thing.
“It was also remarkable — he went from acting like such a thug. And then he turned into a little b—h right away. He’s like, ‘I can’t breathe. Please, let me go. Please, let me go. I can’t breathe. Somebody give me some water. I can’t breathe.’ And people started giving him water. That was so insane.”
Gotta give the candy-ass nigger credit for one thing: he seems to have taken fully aboard the things he needs to say so as to get him off the hook for being an obstreperous, mouthy, violent subway-shitbird, what with all that “I cain’ breeve, I cain’ breeve ’n’ sheeit” horsepuckey.
Rakitin’s stunned assessment is mostly on target in re his fellow B&T straphangers who jumped in to render aid to his attacker, except that “insane” doesn’t even begin to meet the case here. What they of right ought to have been doing was getting in some good, stiff kicks to the ribs and head while Rakitin had the PoS pinned for ‘em. That’s a world’s-record instance of squandered opportunity, if you ask me, a true teachable moment flushed right down the toilet. You can bet your sweet bippy that it’d be a long, long while before this Barbee cunt-fart tried cutting up rough on the subway again if they had.
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be willin’ to lay 100 to 1 odds that those helpin’ the Barbee doll were also POC and voted for Kamala HairyAss
Never* heard the term, “straphangar”, and assume this is a standing person holding the strap for stability? But this dude was sitting, so is it something else?
*well, probably have and didn’t know what the hell it was
it’s just another phrase for a subway rider; I first heard it used in the mid-’60s. annother, more derogatory one, is “turnstyle jumper”
Turnstyle jumpers and straphangers aren’t really the same thing; straphangers are regular, fare-paying stiffs, in the main honest and well-intentioned folks just trying to get to the office, home, or some other where with minimal hassle.
Turnstyle jumpers, on the other hand, are willfully, gleefully breaking the law, in small groups consisting entirely of rowdy, confrontational, barely-civilized ghetto “yoofs” wile-in’ da fuck OUT as direct, in-yo’-face affirmation that four centuries of “oppression” by De Wite Mayne amply justifies a generous “reparations” payday for every American Nee-grow, to be underwritten by Whypeepuh who never in their life owned slaves, a great many of whose ancestors immigrated long after institutionalized chattel slavery had been abolished in this nation.
And just never you mind, smartass, that neither they, their parents, nor their grandparents unto several antecedent generations were ever slaves themselves. Nor have any of the aforementioned ‘hood rats ever even met anybody who was a slave, unless they’ve personally resided in or visited a Moslem-ruled nation.
Which, apart from vanishingly few exceptions, they assuredly have NOT.
Once in a rare while turnstyle jumpers do get chased down and clapped in irons, if a cop happens to be nearby, feels like bestirring his fat ass to do it, and doesn’t mind risking a group ass-whupping–perhaps getting cut, shot, even murdered–to make the collar.
Pretty much a waste of time all ways up, moreso in light of how well Officer Friendly knows that The Right Hon Judge Turnemloose Bruce, a Soros appointee, will release the perp(s) on his/their own recognizance straightaway, without imposing so much as a light wrist-slap, fitty-dollah fine, or prim, officious inspirational speech from the bench (delivered in polysyllabic references that the illiterate, dead-eyed baboon(s) can’t comprehend, not that they’d undercut their rep on de skreet via pretending to pay attention to Yacoub’s high-falutin’ boouhsheeit like some kinda muhfuggin’ House Niggah, yo) in half-assed acknowledgement of the arresting officer’s attentiveness to duty.
I’ve seen the fare-beaters (another hoary old term) doing their thing a bazillion times, in groups of at least three every time. Don’t believe I ever have seen an individual vault the bars; they seem to prefer company, presumably to either diffuse attention over the entire group, or as an intimidation tactic. It’s kinda like a scene from a Tarzan movie, only Johnny Weissmuller is nowhere to be seen, and Jane has run away to hide. Nope, in this flick, it’s just Cheetah all the way down.
I HAVE seen individuals holding the gate beside the turnstyle lanes open so other people can pass through free of charge, have even had ’em hold the gate for my lily-white ass a good few times. The token-booth attendant–most of whom are of the female persuasion, for some reason–never see a thing or say a word, not in my experience at any rate. I’ve even seen MTA (Manhattan Transit Authority, used to be a separate department from the NYPD) flatfoots turn the blind eye, way more than just once.
If there’s any possible way of beating the system and defying official authority, count on New Yorkers to find it. Highly ironic, that, seeing as how they’re all dyed in the wool shitlibs, for whom Authority is the One True God, and the System is His church.
Mike
there was no need for the ad hominem “And just never you mind, smartass…” it gives people the impresson that you have a problem.
turnstyle-jumper was used among friends (young guys who were making 100-250k+ in the ’70s in Manhattan) as a gentle (snide) put-down when a buddy would take the subway for a stop or two rather than use a hired car or a taxi.
and the only way to improve the NYC subway system in those years would have been to require the mayor (as well as his wealthy cadre) to use it by himself at all hours without bodyguards
boron, I think you should re-read that passage and think of it being directed at someone other than you. Perhaps then it will make a bit more sense.
Barry’s right, B. Wasn’t directed at you, it was more in the way of a line from the character in the story I was spinning, directed at an unmentioned interlocutor. Sorry to have come off that way to ya.
Thanks!
Straphanger, while accurate for the NYFC subway, actually has nothing to do with that venue.
Straphangers are guys in the dotMil, riding in the back of the plane, frequently just along to claim combat exposure/hours/missions, and utterly deadweight supercargo, with no contribution to accomplishing the mission, and bringing nothing except drag, and getting in the way.
You’re welcome.
Ah-ha, now I recall it. In the back of my mind I knew there was something.
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100% guaranteed that they were nogs, too. I used to ride the subways when I went to NY for business and for vacations (about 5-10 years ago). I wouldn’t now. They have regressed to 70s level.
Indeed so, Skeptic. Even my late, lamented mother-in-law Xenia, born and raised in the City, who had told me many times over the years that she could never begin to imagine living anyplace else, in the last several years of her life complained about how truly awful the hometown she had always treasured and enjoyed had gotten.
Every time I went up to stay with her for a few days after my wife was killed, which was often, it just got more and more obvious that Xenia was perfectly correct about that.
Even my old boss at the magazines Chris, who was born in Jersey and lived in NYC most of her life, told me more than once that, having left in the late-mid 90s, I had gotten out just in the nick of time. It made Chris, Xenia and me absolutely sick at heart to see it, but there was no honest way to deny what was happening.
As with everything else, what the Left has done not just to NYC but to all our once-great American cities—Detroit, Chicago, Denver, LA, San Francisco, to name but a few—is nothing short of criminal. Seems like there oughta be some way of repaying them for that, to express our “gratitude” in a tangible way…
As for the subway, I used to ride the trains all over NYC, at all hours of the night, even to the outer boroughs—Brooklyn especially. Never had the slightest problem, never feared I would. I’d rather have taken a cab, of course, but I couldn’t really afford to most of the time.
About midway through my brief tenure as a bona fide New Yorker, I remember all the straphangers bitching when the TA jacked subway fare up to a buck seventy-five. OUTRAGEOUS! Got no idea what the price of one (1) subway token is up to now, prolly ten or twelve dollars.
Living in the City and relying on the trains as I did, it wasn’t long before I got into the habit of buying them by the roll, never just one at a time, unless I somehow got caught out with none in my pocket or something. IIRC, there was a discount for buying rolls instead of single-Os. To hell with those long, slow token-booth lines, particularly when I could hear my train a-rolling in!
My roomies Kevin and Eddie did likewise; we always kept a cpl-three token-roll stash lying on the kitchen table or on the fireplace mantel available for general house use. I also took to keeping a current EZPass card for tolls on hand, for similar reasons.
That is, I did so until the State goobermint shut down the southernmost NY State Throughway toll plaza for good, fulfilling a promise made when the highway was built that they’d end the tolls once the cost of the Throughway project had been recouped.
The Throughway was my most frequent exit route when I had to leave town for gigs, depending on which direction I was headed. I still remember my gobsmacked befuddlement, approaching the toll plaza on my way back home, at seeing no long lines of cars; no red or green lights indicating which lanes were or were not open; then, as I crept cautiously on, the final shock: no toll-takers in the booths—not ONE!
Imagine my surprise. A government, ANY government, keeping a promise to its hapless subjects? Unheard of! I don’t expect ever to witness such a miracle again.
The funny thing is I have never ridden a subway in the USA. London and Paris mainly, don’t recall any others.
It’s NY Jake, nothing will happen to the guy
‘zackly.
If you’re going to do something, stick an icepeick in the sumbitch a few times, wear gloves, and get off at the next stop post haste.
The system there is spring-loaded to screw the victim.
GTFO.
I loved riding the DC metro to work in the Eighties. I imagine it’s hazardous to do so today. Riding Charlotte’s choochoo today from UNCC to South End has started getting dicey as Uptown Charlotte has a crime problem. I’ve never been asked to show a ticket any time that I’ve used the train so I assume many don’t bother to buy one.
Its said the original plan for the choo choo was for it to end at Charlotte Motor Speedway, but owner Bruton Smith nixed that idea. He didn’t want Cultural enriching visitors from the inner city having easy access to his Track and the Mega Mall nearby.