July 8, 2015
If a responsible negro father, assuming such a thing exists, were to write a letter (not in cursive, of course) to his son in today’s U.S.S.A. what would it say? This hypothetical wise negro patriarch would probably want to explain that if the child can just avoid criminality he’ll get every type of special treatment imaginable and even if he doesn’t want to aspire to a government sinecure there’s always the endless handouts.
It would be explained in no uncertain terms that he should thank their savage jungle gods every day for the White man, for the fact that they don’t have to live in the African hell, for the fact that here in the U.S.S.A. they are shielded from the content of their character by White law and order. “You gib tanks ta Whitey ebbry dae,” it might read, “he done be savin us fom ourrselbes.”
Of course all of the above is fantasy and would never happen, ever. The closest we’re going to get is the educated five percenter writing for a swipple publication. As you might expect we get all the amazing insights of the 105 I.Q. “educated” extreme right of the negro bell curve: communism, cultural marxism, blaming Whites, marxism, muh slavery, more communism and in general a rambling refusal to accept any responsibility for typical negro failure.
Last Sunday the host of a popular news show asked me what it meant to lose my body.
This is a good sample of the level of bizarre delusion, cultural marxist buzz words (Nigga bodies! Ah! Ah!) and presumably heavily edited negro introspection. Hang on tight to your body friends, it gets much worse.
When the host asked me about my body, her face faded from the screen, and was replaced by a scroll of words, written by me earlier that week.
“I bee reeding da prompta an sheet, just like Kang Obanna.”
But by now I am accustomed to intelligent people asking about the condition of my body without realizing the nature of their request.
How about getting that body on a boat back to Africa?
Specifically, the host wished to know why I felt that white America’s progress, or rather the progress of those Americans who believe that they are white, was built on looting and violence.
Democracy is a forgiving God and America’s heresies—torture, theft, enslavement—are specimens of sin, so common among individuals and nations that none can declare themselves immune.
Our State Religion of jew communism is somewhat less forgiving, routinely destroying lives in the name of protecting lies. Also, I guess we don’t get any credit for over fifty years of pathetic negro appeasement. All that spending, all that shed blood and broken lives, not even a thank you. What a surprise.
As for now, it must be said that the elevation of the belief in being white was not achieved through wine tastings and ice cream socials, but rather through the pillaging of life, liberty, labor, and land.
Slumbering careerist Whites who are careful not to be “races” earn nothing but scorn from this marxist animal. Then we get bizarre language about “the belief in being White” as if our genetic inheritance isn’t easily demonstrated via DNA testing, the same testing that discovered alien genetics in the negro not shared by any other race.
But at the end of the segment, the host flashed a widely shared picture of an 11-year-old black boy tearfully hugging a white police officer. Then she asked me about “hope.” And I knew then that I had failed.
And I remembered that I had expected to fail.
This moment of self-awareness proves fleeting, of course.
Families, believing themselves white, were out on the streets. Infants, raised to be white, were bundled in strollers.
Negroes, believing themselves to be human, were putting businesses on tilt.
But this has never been an option, because the Dream rests on our backs, the bedding made from our bodies.
Then I cashed my welfare check, checked my Obama phone and headed back to my block-busting Section Eight housing built in a White area.
That was the week you learned that the killers of Michael Brown would go free. The men who had left his body in the street would never be punished.
Gentle giant, turning his life around, future rapper, would never shove a Hindu, shot in back while surrendering, spreading the word of Christ, etc.
It was not my expectation that anyone would ever be punished.
I guess you must have read the facts about that incident, then.
I write you in your 15th year. I am writing you because this was the year you saw Eric Garner choked to death for selling cigarettes; because you know now that Renisha McBride was shot for seeking help, that John Crawford was shot down for browsing in a department store.
That [dead negro] was shot for [innocuous activity] and certainly not for typical negro criminality.
The destroyers will rarely be held accountable. Mostly they will receive pensions.
Because we all know the fast track to success in today’s dead nation is enforcing the law and punishing the “teen” criminal. Back in reality, police are afraid to punish the dark animal and crime has exploded.
The destroyers are merely men enforcing the whims of our country, correctly interpreting its heritage and legacy.
If Whites were even 10% as “races” as our enemies insist there wouldn’t be a single negro left alive. The truth is we’ve displayed suicidal generosity toward a failed race in the name of “equality” and paid a heavy price for it. Our big prize for this insane altruism is a shit-colored outsider ranting about the “destroyers.”
You must always remember that the sociology, the history, the economics, the graphs, the charts
Yeah, let’s take a look at this I.Q. graphic and consider the societal implications.
The greatest reward of this constant interrogation, of confrontation with the brutality of my country, is that it has freed me from ghosts and myths.
LOL. I’m free from myths! They’re killing negro bodies for browsing in a store and then getting rewarded with big pensions!
I felt the fear in the visits to my Nana’s home in Philadelphia.
After attacking a Pakistani, stealing cigars and walking down the center of a street.
Everyone had lost a child, somehow, to the streets, to jail, to drugs, to guns.
Somehow this is the fault of people who believe they are White. If you lived in The Mother you’d say “Everyone had lost a child, somehow, to witchcraft trials, General Butt-Naked’s child army, to jenkem, to Heart of Darkness pathology.”
It was said that these lost boys had just received a GED and had begun to turn their lives around.
This was real and not a parody. Honest. About to go to college, doing the life u-turn, good boys, so much potential.