Arrests, by Race, 2011
In 2011, 69.2 percent of all individuals arrested were white, 28.4 percent were black, and 2.4 percent were of other races.
Of all juveniles (individuals under the age of 18) arrested in 2011 in the nation, 65.7 percent were white, 32.0 percent were black, and 2.3 percent were of other races.
Nearly 70 percent (69.7) of all adults (18 years of age and over) arrested in 2011 were white, 27.9 percent were black, and 2.3 percent were of other races.
White individuals were arrested more often for violent crimes than individuals of any other race, accounting for 59.4 percent of those arrests.
The percentages of white adults and black adults arrested for murder were similar, with 48.2 percent being white, and 49.4 percent being black.
Juveniles who were black accounted for 51.4 percent of juvenile arrests for violent crimes.
Juveniles who were white accounted for 62.4 percent of juvenile arrests for property crimes.
Of the juveniles arrested for driving under the influence, 91.6 percent were white.
Juveniles who were white accounted for 72.9 percent of the persons under 18 who were arrested for arson in 2011.
I hate breaking down stats based on race. I just done this to prove a point to all the racists. There's no need for your hatred. All that racist,stereotype, shit only hold true in your mind. We are all individuals, with different personalities. No one personality fit a particular race. Character should use to render judgment for a person, not prejudging a race.
Mr.Blackman

My 72 year old cock , takes a licking and keeps on ticking

i went to the beach a couple weeks ago and got used like a whore and the last one was a 72 year old man that tore my ass up balls deep with 11 1/2 in cock. Well i just walked in the door with my ass hole tore to hell and back fron the same dick. It took a lot longer for him to get it in me this time but now i say fuck pussy if it happens i will fuck it but give me big dick from now on. its a good thing i got his number because i'm his fuck toy for as long as he wants my ass.
he says he knows a woman with small hands that will try and fist me for the first time i cant wait to try that

a few weeks back i met a 72 year old man with 11 1/2 in cock to the balls and hes been busting my faggot ass for the last 3 weeks. and i love it. well last night he brought over a woman in her mid 50's not a bad looking woman for that age she must have had a tuck job because her tits stood up just like a 20 year olds would. but i dont think she had them implants. but anyway it was a blast she sucked my dick while he pounded me.
he as me if i ever had anyone piss up my ass before. i told him no a few have tried but couldnt piss while there dicks was squeesed by my ass hole. but he could try. and when he fucks me he pushes by something and ends up in my colon or lower testies or something. well he pushed all the way in balls deep while she sucked my dick and played with my balls. it was so cool knowing a female was watching me get ass fucked.
anyways i felt his dick growing in my ass then i felt him bust loose and filled my intestent or colon what ever he was in start feeling up and feeling hot and i came so hard she almost chocked. he kelp pissing as he pulled his dick out slowly he stoped just as the head was about to come out and i was cuming so hard but nothing was coming out but i was coming if you know what i mean if not i'm sorry dont know how to explane it.
then she started laughing and said this is going ot be fun seeing if i can hold it in long enough to get to the bath room. then it hit me OH SHIT and him too i guess. well we decided to move around and try and walk to the bath room with his dick still in me. we got off the bed ok but me trying ot walk with a log up my ass wasn't easy and hewasn't strong enough to carry me. well we made it down the hall and just as we hit the bath roon door he sliped out of my ass and i jumped into the shower but not before we made a big mess all over the floor. i squatted down and pusshed his piss out of my ass for what seemed like 5 minutes. then i sat on the pot and finnish the job every time i thought i was threw and stood up it would hit me again and i have to set down for a few again. I LOVED IT. I'm tellign you i was always scared of big dicks the biggest before him was about 8 inches and it scared me . but not now i cant wait untill my ass hole get loose enough where i can take a fist.

this all started friday night about 6pm i was at my 72 year old big dick lovers house. when people all started coming over by 10 pm there was 22 people there all men but 3 all nude playing in the back yard and pool and in the house. it was a free far all. someone came out with a enema bag and started giveing everyone enema's and let me tell you you got enema's untill you shit nothing but clear water out. I was taken up stairs and one of the ladys stuffed my ass with a 6 inch butt plug and made to walk around bending over and showing everone there.
then some guy would pull it out of my ass and bareback me untill he shot his load. buy saturday about 4 am 11 guys filled my ass with there cum. i got to fuck all 3 woman one anal and a few guys. about the time the sun was coming up the 3 girls took me up stairs and pullled my plug out and give me 3 more enema's in a row and stuck it back in my ass. i layed down ona blanket on the floor and took a nap. when i got up the plug was still up my ass. and i wore it all day saturday. i had to go to the store for some stuff and had to leave it in there while i went.
buy satuday night i had been fucked over 40 times. and 5 enema's to keep me cleaned out. my ass was so raw i thought i was going ot bleed but all day sunday i had to stay naked and used at will. and i didn't even notice that they pulled on butt plug out and put a bigger one in there it was 10 1/2 x 4 inch . omg i am such a fag. and loveing it

tonite after takeing a double head dildo all 22 inches of it all the way in my intestents or how ever you spell it. then carol fisted me while it was still in me . the my 72 year old friend witch still wont let me use his name here fucked me with his 11 1/2 inch dick. oh the dildo was out when he fucked me. but anyways he got his big ass fist up my ass. my ass hole is so streched out now. that i think i'm going to let one of his mini horses fuck me.

I confess, I know Dolly Parton is almost 72 years old, but I fantasize about doing her over and over in every position and every hole. I want to stuff her ass while she’s on all fours in front of a mirror. I want those giant tits in my face while she plays cowgirl. I want her to hum a Country song while she sucks my dick and I hold her head down with my hands. I’d love to titty fuck her and cum all over her face and tits while she’s all done up in her perfect makeup. Want to hear her beg for it in that pretty little Southern accent. I have never been attracted to anyone else even close to her age, but she is like near perfection to me!

Juanita Byars, 72-year-old woman from Salisbury, North Carolina has been arrested for allegedly committing sex acts with a seven-year-old child.

Byars is charged with two counts of sex offense in a parental role, two counts of indecent liberties with a child and one count of contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
Byars had the child perform two sex acts on her, drink beer, and smoke cigarettes while in her care.
The investigation began on July 31 after the child reported the incident to other family members and they called the sheriff.

http://femalesexoffenders.com/fso/index.php/the-news/171-juanita-byars-arrested

there are 4 photos of a girl called 'slutty bitch soph' on Motherless (search for them).

Despite me being 72 years old, I can not stop wanking to her.

Every day near where I work there are �poor� blacks begging. They happen to be riding around in taxpayer-provided motorized wheelchairs, which I presume cost in the $5k to $10k range. They are overweight, and probably would not need wheelchairs if they lost weight and were not lazy. I think they also feel a certain status to being handicapped, and it also means they get more benefits, cannot be evicted. And there are psychological benefits: everyone must make extra efforts to accommodate them. It�s a form of assertion of power.

They get access to first world quality health care, provided by us. They get free bus passes from the city so they can come to my nice area to beg and pollute our area. They must be charging those fancy motorized wheelchairs somewhere, presumably they have �free� utilities in their �free� homes. They get �free� housing I�m sure, along with �free� food and free whatever else. I know some of them having outstanding warrants but there�s no point in arresting them because they have nothing to lose.

They�re �poor� but they somehow are fat, well-cared-for, and are able to consume tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars per year from taxpayers, in the form of the world�s best health care services and everything else.

Yeah I�m crying every time I see them. Crying over how much money we�re flushing down the toilet. Crying that no white people are angry enough to put a stop to it.

Black politicians talk as if blacks are tottering on the economic edge and could easily slip into Third World levels of misery: starvation, deadly illness, families reduced to living in homeless shelters and relying on soup kitchens. � Actually, due to blacks� inability to save or plan even 24 hours into the future, they would plunge from a relatively comfortable existence all the way to third world starvation within 72 hours of their EBTs being cut off. They would not even have a can of tuna available to them.

And at least real third worlders tend to be able to work hard when they have the opportunity, because they are familiar with lack of food. Gigantic EBT-dependent black women here would be unable to do any work, even if they were hungry, due to physical inability and lack of any type of stamina.

Urban dwellers, take note, because the end of the EBT is coming, and things will be ugly. I myself hope there will be an abrupt end to the EBT and massive layoffs of the government make-work jobs and finally blacks will be equal to whites: they will have to take responsibility for their own lives, just like us. I say again, urban dwellers, be ready because it will be ugly.

I sat at the bar on New Years eve, pondering life. There has been so many ups and downs, especially the downer of how my wife decided to leave me for a married couple. The funny thing was, we never had any issues – it was just out of the blue. When she came to me about it all, she said it wasn’t me, that she just wanted to explore her sexuality and that she was being selfish. She said she didn’t mean to hurt me, and even let me keep the car, the house – hell I got to keep everything. We had no kids as she was infertile, which was fine. Me being 46, no kids, no wife – I was just kind of done with everything.
So there I was, drowning my sorrows and in my own thoughts, and this girl sits down next to me. I thought nothing of it, I was too invested in self-pity. Fuck I didn’t even notice her sit down until she ordered a beer.
“What would you like miss?” The bartender asked as he wiped the counter down.
“I don’t like domestic, gives me a headache, do you have Newcastle or Guinness?” she asked with a soft voice. Good choice, I thought – and I was pulled to pay for her drink but decided self-pity was the theme of the evening.
“We’ve got both”
“I’ll get a Guinness then!”
“Hey, you need a refill?” I heard her ask. I didn’t think she was talking to me, but I noticed my glass was almost empty, I turned to see who she was talking to. I almost fell out of my chair, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her bobbed black hair framed her face perfectly, her luscious lips sparkled and her eyes seemingly looked right into my soul.
“Oh um, me? I might call it a night,” I said to her as I shyly looked away.
“That sucks, I’ll tell you what, and it sure looks like you could use someone to talk to – so stick around. I’ve got this round, you get the next?” She smiled and checked her phone.
I looked at the bartender, “I’ll have what she’s having,” and I looked at her, “thank you for your kindness.”
I don’t know why I said that, it just came out of me – “thank you for your kindness??” are you fucking kidding me? Yet, it seemed to work.
“I’m Cindy, happy New Year to you…”
I smiled, “I’m Mike, happy New Year to you too, pleasure to meet you.”
The bartender came with our drinks and we clinked them together, “to better days, yeah Mike?”
“To better days, Cindy, I sure need them!” I laughed.
“Why, what’s up? Tell me about yourself, Michael!” She said, using my full name – which was shocking, no one ever did that, so it was strange to hear.
“Oh boy, my tragic life, it’s pretty uninteresting. Where do I start? My wife left me a year ago to live with a married couple she’s been screwing around with behind my back, but at least she left me with everything – we got divorced, and well, I haven’t heard from her since. Which is fine I guess. I can’t complain about my job, I love my job. I work with labor unions, organizing non-union workers and helping people get a decent wage…”
Cindy took a sip of her Guinness, “how crazy is that, what your wife did? If you really love someone you wouldn’t do that – I’m so sorry that happened to you. Hell, she could have at least asked you to join them! If it’s any consolation, I got dumped by my fiancé 2 years ago and haven’t looked back. I figure once someone breaks trust like that, there’s no going back. I don’t even really think about him anymore at all.”
“Yeah, I thought she was the one, ya know? And I’m sure you thought your ex was the one too – otherwise you wouldn’t have been engaged, right?”
“It always amazes me how people lack compassion and empathy these days. We’re a rare breed you and I…” she took another sip of her drink, “People who actually give a fuck… who care, it’s so damn rare. She hurt you out of her selfish needs, as did my ex. The hell with both of them!”
I laughed, “agreed, the hell with them,” I raised my glass and we clanked them together and laughed.
We talked for hours, it was almost 10:30 PM, and Cindy showed me the time on her phone “the end of 2024 is almost here.”
“Hopefully that’s a good thing, Cindy.”
“Hey, you want to bring in the New Year with me? My place or yours? Why stick around in a bar when we both can talk and chill together?”
I was a bit shocked, “Are you sure you want to bring in the New Year with a 46 year old guy who’s probably going through a midlife crisis?”
She smirked, “Dude, you’re hot. I like older men. You got that salt and pepper hair, tall dark and handsome, with those dark brown eyes I could lose myself in… I’ll cure that midlife crisis of yours,” she laughed and nudged my shoulder.
“I’m not far away, my house is just down the road a bit…” I told her, and then asked, “How old are you?”
She bit her lip, “Don’t freak out, I know I’m a bit young – I’m 24. And I trust you, I know people pretty good, I’ve got a good sense about people – you give me a good vibe, so yeah, let’s head to your place.”
She followed me to my house, we both parked in my driveway and went inside. I took her jacket and hung it up, then showed her to the living room. She sat down on the couch and giggled.
“What kind of movies do you like? I’m going to guess science fiction and fantasy from the figurines on the TV cabinet,” she said pointing to a dragon figurine.
“You would be correct! I love sci-fi and fantasy, a lot!”
“Oh we’re going to get along just fine, Mike – just to let you know I’m not into sports… at all.”
My heart skipped, “Neither am I – I find them boring! Oh shit, let me get you a drink. How’s rum and Coke?”
“Perfect! Oh shit we forgot to get Champaign!”
“I actually got some from Costco the other day, it was a $50 bottle and I planned staying here for New Years and not going out but… well luckily I did!”
I chilled the Champaign on ice as we drank our rum and Cokes and got to know each other even more.
As midnight approached I got the Champaign ready and got a couple of Champaign glasses – we counted down together, “3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!!!”
I found myself in her arms, our lips were touching, our tongues were exploring. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me against her body. I could feel her soft breasts pushing into my chest as my hand gently caressed her face.
We must have kissed for 20 minutes straight, and our hands began to wander. She pulled back, again biting her lower lip.
“I don’t fuck on the first date,” she said with a sly smile, “but we’re not on a date!”
She unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down and started sucking my cock. I leaned back on the couch and let her go to town. Her sexy black bobbed hair swayed and caressed her face as she swallowed the whole of my cock. She quickened the pace, jerking me off and sucking as my cock got harder and harder – I didn’t want to cum just yet so I stopped her, and pushed her down on the couch. I pulled her shirt up, undid her bra and pulled her pants and panties off. I started licking her lovely soft breasts, teasing her hard nipples and worked my way down to her completely shaved (waxed) pussy. My face dove right in. Her juices were sweet, succulent, she tasted like no other women I’ve ever been with. She moaned and cried out in pleasure, her body shaking and quivering with each lick. I pushed a finger inside her, she was tight as hell. I started working my finger as my tongue lapped at her dripping cunt. She exploded in pleasure, literally. I’ve never been with a woman who can squirt, but she did – the warm fluid gushed on to my chin, on to my chest as she writhed in orgasmic delight. She let out a guttural scream, “FUCKKKK!! OH MY FUCKING GOD MIKE!!” Cindy nearly passed out.
I cuddled into her as she was recovering, she started stroking my hair, “holy fuck – who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you learn how to do that??”
“What?” I asked.
“No one has ever made me squirt, I’m the only person that can do it – you’re the first person to ever get it right!” she was panting.
“Oh you’re in a lot of trouble mister,” she said as she pushed me back, and started sucking my cock to get it rock hard again. When she got it hard enough she mounted it, taking it all inside of her. She started riding me, her breasts bouncing on my chest as her lips met mine. Her pussy was way too tight, I wasn’t going to last long at all.
“Holy fuck you’re so god damned tight Cindy… I’m not going to last long…”
“GOOD!” She pushed me deeper into her tight hot hole, looking into my eyes – she was mesmerized, as was I.
“Such a beautiful cock Mike, oh so good….” She said as her cunt stroked me deep inside her.
“Cindy….” I murmmered as my hands gently clenched her cloudy soft breasts.
“Give me all of your cum Mike, fill me up…” Cindy whispered.
I did. I erupted deep inside her, my cock jumped and pulsed as cum sprayed inside of her. She moaned and began grinding my dick in her pussy. I could feel every detail of the inside of her tight pussy, she was milking my cock dry. There was so much cum her tight little cunt couldn’t hold it all, so it started dripping out and down my balls. She got off me, and I felt her mouth licking the cum off my cock and balls. After she was done she cuddled into me.
“That was perfect,” Cindy sighed.
“Can I get your number?” I asked jokingly.
“Ya think??” she laughed.
We both got serious for a second, “would you be opposed for me taking you out on a date?”
She kissed my lips, “I’d love that. But remember, I don’t fuck on the first date!”
We both laughed.
“Cindy, seriously, I’ve never met anyone like you and honestly dating you wouldn’t really be about the sex, it’s about getting to know you – because it just seems like you were put in my life for a reason.”
“Mike, everything happens for a reason. I’m a big believer in that. Bad things happen and we learn lessons from them. Good things happen and fill us with joy and happiness. So, let me be clear – I won’t ever cheat on you Mike, I know that I’m just saying words to you – but I know how it feels. And I know you’ll never cheat on me either, because you’re a 46 year old guy banging a 26 year old.”
We laughed.
“Cindy, you’re way mature for your age – I don’t even see your age.”
“Oh, I see your age – that’s a kink of mine,” she smiled, “don’t get offended if I start calling you daddy, and beg you to spank me for being a bad girl.”
“Oh you’re a bad girl, huh?” I said as my hand smacked her ass.
“Oh daddy, I’ve been so bad…”
We ended up fucking again, this time doggy style. I was trying to go soft on her with the spanking but she kept telling me to smack her ass harder. I did.
“I’m so fucking bad daddy, spank me!!! HARDER!! HARDER DADDY!”
She has so much energy, and she got off from me spanking her while fucking her from behind. She came, her ass jiggled and I couldn’t hold off, and came inside her again.
We both collapsed – we were exhausted.
“We forgot to drink the Champaign.”
I showed her were my bedroom was, and she stayed the night. We both fell asleep in each other’s arms and when I woke up, she was still there. I made her breakfast and we spent the day together. We fucked a few times more on New Years Day too. I got her number, and we’ve been seeing each other every day. I took her out to eat on Saturday – it was a good date. At the end of the date I drove her home and walked her up to her apartment.
We kissed and she asked if I wanted to come in for a cup of coffee. I smirked and pinned her up against her apartment door, “I’m going to break you of that fucking on a first date rule,” my hands groped her breasts.
She opened the door to her apartment, shut it and we fucked right there on the floor. I ended up staying the night. I’m seeing her again tonight, she’s coming over to my house.
Yesterday I actually asked her if she is on birth control, her only response was “nope.”
My response, “good.”
She responded back with the smiley face emojie with hearts for eyes.
“Breed me daddy.”
Sure, we’re moving way too fucking fast – but life is life. I don’t give a fuck. I think I’ll eventually ask her to move in, and perhaps if all goes well – perhaps to spend her life with me. I know there is a massive age difference. I’ll be 62 and she’ll be 44, I’ll be 72 and she’ll be 54. But at least we would be happy in knowing we were in good company. Shit, I sound like I’m falling in love… I probably am in love.
I confess I’m in love with a girl I met 8 days ago.