As you see, Lock Haven, Pennsylvania's 'Black' Lives Matter chapter doesn't have one 'black' person. It's a bunch of spoiled white college kids. (PHOTO: Laura Jameson/The Express)
This is an excerpt from Andrew Powell's first book '2020: A Year So Wild I Had To Write a Book About It' which is expected to be released in the first quarter of 2021
BLACK LIVES MATTER IN SMALL-TOWN AMERICA
After the first few days Crystal and I were at my mom's and a little over a week before we were headed to Miami, we noticed a get-together in downtown as we were driving through Lock Haven – which is a small town in Clinton County in central Pennsylvania – to go and do a little shopping.
But it wasn't just any get-together that we were noticing, it was a protest. A Black Lives Matter protest.
Instantly, I reacted that Marxism has now infiltrated small-town America, which is something that we didn't see in the last presidential election cycle in 2016, nor do I remember any of this happening up until this year. Needless to say, I wasn't a fan of this at all. Not just because Lock Haven is a part of small-town America, but also because this is a conservative and Republican-voting district. I didn't want any of this communist filth in the community that I've called home for a good few years now.
We went ahead shopping, but I stored the BLM propaganda in my head that was existent in Lock Haven, small-town America, mainly out of my interest in politics and how BLM's Marxist movement has spread – like a cancer.
Their ineffectiveness didn't take long to show though, because soon after, I didn't really care about this local chapter of BLM and went ahead to enjoy my vacation in New York City and Miami. They got their press in the local newspapers, but nobody in the community actually cared enough to let it affect their daily lives – they were simply ineffective.
Not much longer after we got back, it was spreading throughout the local community via social media that Black Lives Matter had another protest scheduled. Instantly I wanted to go, mainly because I wanted to troll and create opposition – and that's exactly what we did.
Before the protest started, I went to the liquor store and purchased myself a bottle of Bombay Sapphire Gin, basically to use it as "courage juice." And not because I was nervous, I already knew the people I was dealing with were weak, but because I wanted to fully have my adrenaline rushing for this troll-fest. Plus, I admit, I wanted to intimidate them a little bit.
I was successful with both.
As the protest got closer and closer, I got more and more excited. I even put up a post about my excitement on Facebook:
I had a shit ton of fun with this chapter of Black Lives Matter. (PHOTO: Facebook Screenshot)
I unfortunately wasn't able to broadcast live on Facebook because I was having issues with my phone, but I did wear the 'Keep America Great' hat with the 'Jesus Saves' shirt, and the local BLM chapter even managed to snap a few photos of that:
My fiancée Crystal (top center), my sister Sydney (right), my step-daughter Munro (bottom center) and myself (left) shortly before our first counter-protest towards Black Lives Matter began in downtown Lock Haven, Pennsylvania. (PHOTO: Lock Haven Black Lives Matter)
My fiancée Crystal, my sister Sydney, my step-daughter Munro and myself are off to the right looking at Black Lives Matter, while bystanders are off to the left, during the BLM protest in downtown Lock Haven, Pennsylvania. (PHOTO: Lock Haven Black Lives Matter)
I even had the original Air Jordan I's on – fresh – though I have switched my style of fashion since then.
2020 was also a year where it saw my fashion switch up. Once a fan of hip hop-inspired clothing, I made the transition to more political, preppy and Roger Stone-influenced attire. (PHOTOS: Andrew Powell/Crystal Powell/The Powell Times)
Me, Crystal and the rest of the family went to downtown Lock Haven to eat, however, I was the only one who didn't eat. The only interest that I had was being at this protest, and plus, I didn't want to soak up my alcohol by eating. I just had my eyes on Black Lives Matter. At this point, the protest was only one hour away.
While the family ate, I walked down to where BLM was mobilizing and just kind of scoped out what they were doing and what kind of numbers they were dealing with – they were about 40-50 people deep, and I had planned on combating them by myself. I wasn't exactly sure what any of the family was going to do.
I walked back up the street to meet my family and waited for them to get done eating. Around then, it was time for the protest, so we all decided to walk down to where it was located, and they all had surrounded a Civil War monument that was near a place called Triangle Park.
The Civil War monument has a statue of a Union soldier on it, but apparently Black Lives Matter was protesting it because of how racist it was despite the fact that the Union freed the slaves. But it's 2020, so everything is racist.
The local chapter of Black Lives Matter surrounds a Civil War monument of a Union soldier near Triangle Park in downtown Lock Haven, Pennsylvania. (PHOTO: The Record)
When we got down there, they had already started protesting, and there were already a solid amount of people on the sidelines watching them. Despite that though, nobody was giving them any opposition, they were just standing there and watching.
Right behind us, there was a police cruiser with an officer inside and a couple of more officers beside the cruiser. Earlier, the two cops outside of the vehicle were down on the sidewalk just talking to each other. As I was about to go past them, I walked up to the officers with my 'Keep America Great' hat and asked them, "Do you guys suggest where I go with this protest going on?"
They responded by chuckling and said, "You can go wherever you want."
They were basically telling me that this chapter of BLM is weak and no threat, and that I was completely safe to do whatever I wanted.
I proceeded to walk up to the protest and went past the bystanders on the sideline, pretty much to the point where I was face-to-face with BLM with just the street separating us. They had a clear view of me, and I had a clear view of them.
The first thing that I did was stand my ground, cross my arms and stared directly at the Black Lives Matter crowd, with the point of using intimidation and just showing that I'm not scared of them – I'm here to be your opposition. Remember, they were 40-50 deep, and it was just me at the beginning.
There was this old lady in particular, who looked like somebody who was a part of Antifa and never wanted to grow up in her life. She was the first one to set their sights on me. And not only did she set her sights on me, she actually tried to intimidate me, which was absolutely laughable.
She stood there and stared at me, shaking her head the whole time as if she was a tough guy of some sort. So, what did I do?
I simply stood my ground, kept my arms crossed, stared at her and shook my head – literally the entire time she was doing it, and all I did was get more and more aggressive about it as time went along.
Eventually, intimidation played a factor with her, and she would back down and walk to the back of the crowd to some old dude, who I'm assuming was her husband. I still stood my ground and still kept my eyes on her. She would proceed to talk about me, which was obvious, but they pretty much backed down from there – that was the first sign that Lock Haven's BLM chapter is WEAK.
Right after that incident, my fiancée walked up beside me and I happened to tell her about that little situation. In the photos above, my three-year-old step-daughter Munro was standing with us, but the vast majority of the time, she was just running around in the grass and playing around, as well as hanging out with her step-grandparents – they were some distance behind us with Georgia, my now one-year-old daughter. Not too much longer, my sister had also showed up beside us.
We talked for a couple of minutes and listened to their unoriginal chants of "Black Lives Matter," "No Justice, No Peace," and whatever the hell else they were yelling. It didn't take long before I couldn't take it anymore, and still quite tipsy, unleashed on this domestic terrorist organization and screamed, "You're the real racists! You're the real racists! All of you! You're the real racists!"
Now I had all of their attention, and it was obvious that the field of 40-50 Marxists were completely caught off-guard by one person yelling at them like this. Soon after, Crystal started flaming them and hitting them with, "When is your next check from George Soros?" and "Democrats don't care about black people!"
As a result, my sister would also join in and hit them with a few words as well.
The first thing I noticed about this group was the fact that they were immediately on the defensive, and stayed defensive the entire time, which completely goes against one of the strategies of war and Stone's Rules: Attack, Attack, Attack. Never Defend. They were literally defensive about everything.
Roger Stone's "Stone's Rules" book is my political bible. It's a recommended read for anyone who wants to succeed in politics, business and fashion, and honestly, for any career realm really – but especially politics. I live and die by Stone's Rules. Description: Rules to live by from Roger Stone, master of political dark arts, advisor to Donald Trump, and subject of the award-winning documentary Get Me Roger Stone (PHOTO: Skyhorse Publishing)
One of the interactions that stuck out to me the most was when I pointed out to the group that nobody involved them was black, which was a fact. I kept saying, "Where are all of the black people? Where are all of the black people?"
I mean, yeah, they had their leader who was half black and half white, but that doesn't count. I was looking for actual authentic black people, but nope, there weren't any.
When I asked where all of the black people were, some random girl (who looked white as hell) was yelling at me that she’s half black – again, doesn't count. But what was fascinating about that girl was how defensive she got. She just let me steamroll her with the "attack, attack, attack" philosophy and constantly being on the defensive.
It was quite sad, especially when you're using that you're "half-black" in order to fit your argument that you felt the need to argue in the first place because you got offended because you know you're not black. If you were really black, shouldn't you be comfortable with your blackness and not be offended by what I said?
I think it's a fair question.
She was a fraud, and this entire group was, and they were all like her by being very defensive and weak. It was obvious that they couldn't handle the opposition.
Another thing that I noticed about this chapter of BLM was that they were so easily intimidated, all of them – literally the entire group of 40-50 people. It was absolutely incredible. It was definitely the most weak Black Lives Matter group that I've ever been around.
Like seriously, how are you intimidated by an opposition of three when you're 40-50 deep?
When we were yelling at them and hitting them with facts and talking points, they all completely backed down, all just staring like zombies and completely quiet, while the leaders were trying to get them to continue their chants. It was quite a sad sight to see a decent-sized group get completely intimidated, flustered and disorganized because of three people.
After about 10 minutes, one of the leaders of the chapter finally decided to stand up for his group and spoke through his megaphone, "Are you mad, bro? Why you so mad, bro?"
To which I respond, "How am I the one who is mad when you guys are the ones out here protesting? Obviously, you're the angry ones!"
But he still kept repeating himself.
"Why you mad, bro? Why you mad, bro?"
Why do all of these Marxists say "bro" like that? All the time?
Black Lives Matter co-founders Patrisse Cullors, Alicia Garza,