I know, Menna's Mom. It must just be me ~ . .. . . I, obviously don't know him, haven't seen him other than in what has been presented here. He does not look like a "regular guy" to me. . . . My strange eyes see only evil, wrapped in too many layers of kindness..
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No, it's not just you.
I've resisted saying this, because it sounds so silly/foolish/false, but here goes:
I'm not at
all a believer in psychic vibrations or any of that nonsense -- but three times in my life I've had a hairs-standing-on-end automatic reaction to just the sight of someone.
The first was when I was in college and answered a newspaper ad for a photographer's assistant. The photographer viscerally freaked me out, so much, during the job interview --- his manner, his appearance, his weird sexual innuendo -- that I was afraid for my life. I played it calm, and left, running down the stairs. He started called me incessantly, at all hours of the day and night, until my parents got a lawyer to threaten him. A few years after that, he was on the cover of the NY Post, splashed all over the news as a serial rapist; he'd been murdered by one of the victims' boyfriends. So, my instincts were totally spot-on.
The third time? When I saw the videotape from the Downtown Mall, when JLM walked into the frame. I'm not at all generally a person who follows crimes or does sleuthing, but this . . . . .It was something visceral. It was way back at the start, before LE had identified the dreadlocks dude as a person of interest. . . . I saw him and felt that bad feeling and thought, "OH MY GOD, it's HIM! UGH, HORRORS, YUCK, it's HIM!"
(While on this topic, by the way: I strongly believe that even then, when they were claiming to just be drawing the public's attention to white guy, they actually had their eyes on JLM. Why start the video before JLM's entrance into the frame??? Anyone else notice that? That first video begins quite a few seconds before either WG or HG enter the frame, and I think LE did that intentionally.)
PS: No, I wasn't just having a racist reaction to a black man in dreads. (I'm from a multi-racial family.) It was something else, something visceral, about his movements and the way he presented himself.