The easternmost corner of Hampton Roads is where the fancy people reside, a land on the edge of the sea full of country clubs, golf courses, mansions, and expensive watercraft. Formerly Princess Anne County, it became the city of Virginia Beach as the pale denizens of the region fled the integrating school systems of municipalities such as Norfolk.
Thing is though, you should take some precautions when venturing too close to the edge. In this case, that would be the VA Beach Oceanfront. Locals and those not looking for trouble tend to enjoy the beaches further south. While evening on the 4th of July down in Sandbridge means beers and barbecues, up on the Oceanfront it might involve catching a stray round.
Last time I ventured there late at night was roughly ten years ago. While on the beach for an amorous correspondence, we found ourselves confronted with a pair of tweakers who’d sustained some sort of injuries and were eager for information about how to get to the nearest hospital. I wonder how much hepatitis can fit on a grain of sand…
Mostly, it’s just your garden-variety “wildin” when young people incapable of swimming become excited and start bludgeoning pedestrians. It’s not a distinctly regional cultural tradition, nor is one that the media deems worthy of documenting if they can possibly avoid it. The local rag, The Virginian Pilot, even had a pair of reporters dragged out of their car and beaten near its HQ. It initially refused to publish any information on the incident.
Once a year, things have had a tendency to get a bit more intense. The area has the distinction of drawing an annual celebration originally named “Greekfest.” Rather than a time to sample culinary delicacies such as stuffed grape leaves, it’s actually an opportunity for “college students” to commit mayhem en masse.
Sometimes they get really agitated. In 1989, numerous people were shot and roughly 100 businesses were damaged or looted as the crowd chanted “Too black, too strong!” Decades later, the local media still attributes responsibility to white people for nebulous reasons they can’t articulate.
Naturally, most fault lies with the city government for “not being welcoming” or “failing to provide enough activities.” The excuses never change, although the name has a couple times. It’s just the violence that fluctuates in severity. It has attempted to ameliorate the situation through such impotent gestures as posting “no profanity” signs on the telephone poles and now resorts to putting on events that require pricey tickets for entry as a deterrent to college students from showing up in the first place.
High entry costs have been the saving grace of much of the city just like everywhere else where people can afford to hold fashionable opinions in Weimeirca. It’s got some seedy areas but nowhere near as lethal in scope and scale as the East End of Bad Newz. They’d better hope it stays that way because the only place to flee beyond Virginia Beach is the Atlantic Ocean.
Author’s note: Because the current crisis has dulled my imagination for anything other than sheer terror, I’ve recycled & revamped some pre-great deplatforming material. This is final in a series of 4 on Hampton Roads, Virginia. After this viral madness has finally run its course, you’ll need to take your family on vacation. It’s my contention that a destination which boasts of both beaches and convenience stores fit for the Maginot Line should be on the top of your list
I’m proud to officially announce my candidacy for the office of Dogcatcher.
Really enjoyed this series of articles
I came of age in Va.B.Our family moved there in 1970 and lived within blocks of the beach. It was a wonderful place for a 15 yr.old young man who loved the ocean.I was an avid surfer and fisherman and became pretty good at both there.My girlfriend and I would catch a trashcan full of huge blue jimmies under Rudee Inlet bridge in a few hrs.,sometimes 3 or more at a time on 1 chicken neck.It was still semi-rural then even on the oceanfront and Croatan was a hotspot for surfers if the steel pier area was crowded.We lived there for 50 years,and it has gone to hell with all the carpetbaggers from the north with big $$ buying everything up and ruining it.By the late 70s we would head south every weekend for Hatteras to get away from the idiots.We remember when the”diversity”wasnt even allowed on Va.Beach,they had to go to Buckroe in Hampton.The city taxes the crap out of you and doesn’t even want you to park there because you take a spot away from a tourist with money to burn.I still have family there and was also there 5 months ago to visit,its even far worse now.I knew some Shacklefords that lived there and they were good people,I am pretty sure I went to school with some of them because that name is so familiar.Sorry for the long winded reply,I could probably write a book about the way it has gone to hell just like everywhere the progs with money ruin.Everyone I know I tell them to GTFOutta there.
I grew up NN and was there in 1989 and know all too well how apes**t the “Greeks” went. Killed a police horse with a brick thrown from a hotel balcony. I recently lived near the beach and would ride my beachcruiser late at night doing recon. Homeless, tweakers, ne’erdowells galore. The assaults and burglaries followed a seasonal occurence curve every year. Locals only visited the Nnorthend, 1st street jetty and Croatan. In fact, back in the day we would drive all the way to Hatteras for a beach with your truck on the beach – with next closest truck 100 yards away. Now, its like a parking lot on the beach with vehicles with NY, OH and PA plates. Shame upon shame
In my experience, Negros are a lot like grasshoppers.
Get a few, and they’re a pest. Get a bunch and it becomes a plague of locusts that destroy everything in their path.