If I stop at a store & a carload of kids have the music blasting, I would think "kids".<quoted text> Ok answer this. You role on 4 white teens sitting out front of a 7-11 with their music blaring. You ask them to turn it down and they give you grief. You get out the car and get into a shouting match. Out of the corner of your eye you see what you think is a gun. What do you do? Stand there? Run? Get in the first shot? Look, in my day to day travels I get far more grief from white people than blacks. I usually don't lump people into groups. I take each person on their own merits.
After all, in our youth we probably let the music fly.
Only an anal retentive, troublemaker would tell the kids to turn it down.
The idea this guy was a toter explains the entire affair.
I say fry the idiot.