Alexis de Tocqueville wrote in 1835, “Among the ancients, the slave belonged to the same race as his master, and often he was superior to him in education and enlightenment. Freedom alone separated them; freedom once granted, they easily intermingled. The ancients therefore had a very simple means of delivering themselves from slavery and its consequences; this means was emancipation, and when they employed it in a general manner, they succeeded.”
When slaves and masters are biologically identical, full equality between them is possible, post-slavery, but if they are physically distinct, what you’ll have is exactly what the United States must endure, for as long as it exists.
Hypothetically, let’s just say the differences between blacks and whites are only skin deep, that they’re exactly the same otherwise, with equal mental and physical potentials, but even if this is true, black Americans will always be branded, by themselves and others, as descendants of slaves, so this alone will eternally cause social division and discord.
Even Africans who arrive long after slavery ended are colored by this crime, shame and endless source of outrage, just as any white is somehow guilty of all the ramifications of racial slavery, even if he’s Irish, Polish, Czech or a fresh-of-the-boat Moldavian who’s never heard of Abraham Lincoln or Martin Luther King.
Blacks as ex slaves and whites as ex slave drivers has become the cartoony backdrop to all American conversations about race, so that any anti-social or violent act by blacks can be explained away by a mainstream media chorus of black apologists.
Michael Brown, for example, couldn’t help but steal a cigar, shove an Indian clerk out of the way, walk down the middle of the street, ignore a white cop’s command to move onto a sidewalk then, most fatally, reach into the cop’s car to grab officer Darren Wilson and his gun. Now, a man of any color in any country who does that is asking to be shot, and if you were the cop, I’m sure you would have blasted your 6-foot-4, 292-pound assailant also, and this is no he said, she said, for Brown’s DNA was found on Wilson’s weapon, which means that he was right on top of Wilson, and not at a distance, with his hands up.
Truth, though, didn’t get in the way of widespread rioting, Brown’s beatification, the birth of Black Lives Matter, Brown’s mother’s appearance at the National Democratic Convention and her publication of Tell the Truth & Shame the Devil: The Life, Legacy, and Love of My Son Michael Brown, whose kindle edition can be yours for only 99 cents at Amazon.
With the Ferguson riot constantly in the news, I often consulted the St Louis Post Dispatch so, by chance, found out about
Daniil Maksimenko. A 22-year-old Bosnian immigrant, Maksimenko was delivering pizza when he was fatally shot by three black men. They didn’t want to risk anyone fingering them for stealing a pizza, I suppose. In contrast to Michael Brown’s death, Maksimenko’s meant absolutely nothing to the black apologists that make up our mainstream media, for there was no analysis or debate, and no concern for his devastated family. Granted, black on white crimes are daily occurrences, so this was hardly a special case. In June of that year, a white woman delivering pizza was stabbed 50 times by two black teens in Cedartown, GA. If the races were reversed, you can be sure the entire world would have heard about these outrageous murders.
As a tireless walker, I must have logged at least a thousand miles through hundreds of cities and towns across the United States, so I’ve seen many black ghettos with ruins of Polish, Italian or Irish churches, or Jewish synagogues. It’s obvious the people who built these had every intention of staying there for generations, so it wasn’t because of racism, but the very real fear of being mugged, killed or raped by blacks that they abandoned their fine homes, dear neighborhoods and magnificent places of worship.
I have a close friend from Singapore who two years ago moved to San Francisco, for work, with his Croatian girlfriend. Since they didn’t know the Mission from the Castro, they innocently rented a tiny room in Bayview, which at $1,280, they deemed expensive enough. They lasted but a few days. He emailed me that “it felt dangerous” just to walk through Bayview to their apartment, so they “desperately” fled to Los Gatos. Once more, it wasn’t racism but a healthy survival instinct that prompted these two to hightail from a neighborhood that’s known for its social justice advocates, anti violence murals and colorful death shrines to murder victims.
Trayvon Martin, though, was killed by a half white, half Hispanic, George Zimmerman, who claimed self defense, and an all-women jury, of five whites and a Hispanic, agreed. Although all grew to dislike Zimmerman, they believed he had to shoot because Martin was sitting on top of him, while raining down blows that bloodied Zimmerman.
Commenting on this case, James Howard Kunstler outlines a culture of young black men that “is oppositional to virtually every other group in America, white, Asian, Hispanic, et cetera, and the only response to it from the jittery ‘others’ is a set of excuses for black opposition and failure.” Most incisively, Kunstler adds:
The Civil Rights victories of 1964 and 1965—the public accommodations act and voting rights act—created tremendous anxiety among African Americans about how they would fit into a desegregated society, so the rise of black separatism at exactly that moment of legislative triumph was not an accident. It offered a segment of the black population the choice of opting out of the new disposition of things. Opting out had consequences, and over several generations since then, the cohort of poorer black Americans has grown only more oppositional, antagonistic, and economically dysfunctional—with the sanction of America’s non-black “diversity” cheerleaders, who remain adamant in their own opposition to the idea of common culture.
During segregation, blacks operated their own country, so to speak, with their own banks, hotels, stores and restaurants, etc., so they were self-sufficient, because they had to be. With integration, blacks can take their money to superior, non-black businesses, and that’s why you see almost no black businesses any more, not even in the blackest neighborhoods. Walk through any black ghetto and you’ll find corner bodegas run by Hispanics, Koreans, Chinese or Arabs, bars owned by whites or Asians, fried food takeouts with bullet-proof plexiglass operated by Chinese or Hispanics, and nail salons run by Vietnamese. Even many ghetto barbers are Chinese or Vietnamese.
In every field besides sports, entertainment and politics, blacks are failing spectacularly against all other races, a fact readily admitted to by blacks and black apologists themselves as evidence of America’s racism and oppression of blacks. America is racist, but so is every other country and person, for racism, at core, is merely an extension and manifestation of innate self-love. One loves oneself, family then nation, which is made up of those that share one’s language, above all, as well as culture and history, if not also a physical similarity.
Loving oneself and kind doesn’t mean having a right to violate anybody else, obviously, and if one favors another race over one’s own, then that, too, is racism. No one is color blind.
Rabbi Nechemia Coopersmith explains, “Wherever we go around the world, we feel that instant connection when we bagel each other. And being part of a big global family means each of us has an international network of people who genuinely care and will help each other […] Every Jew is my responsibility; we are different parts to an organic whole.”
If Rabbi Coopersmith had to give a job or some money to a Jew, German, Muslim, Mongolian or Ugandan, who do you think he would choose?
Watching team sports, racism can be diffused because several races may be present on one’s favorite team, but with individual sports, especially combat ones, racism often comes to the fore, for no one likes to see his approximation being humiliated, beaten bloody or knocked out cold, a sight almost as infuriating as seeing, for blacks, Michael Brown lying face-down in the middle of the road. As whites were being whupped by blacks in actual rings, Rocky had to emerge on the screen to stroke white pride. Similarly, yellows are stoked by Bruce Lee, though he’s actually 3/8th white.
In boxing, the competitive yellows are mostly found in the more ridiculous sounding weight classes, such as straw and junior fly, so when an outlier like Manny Pacquiao dominated as a welterweight, billions of yellows went berserk, but boxing, like all other human endeavors, shows that, no, the races aren’t equal. If you can measure between two of anything, one will come up short. None of this is anybody’s fault, obviously, because we didn’t make ourselves, after all.
In multicultural America, there is one race that has a unique historical grievance against it, and this race is also at the very bottom of society, a situation that promises to be permanent, so black rage will only increase, with plenty of abetting from black apologists.
If blacks can be admitted to universities over better students, given contracts over better firms, hired over more qualified candidates and be harder to fire because of a possible discrimination lawsuit, then aren’t they privileged instead of oppressed? Thanks to state-sponsored racism, even a just-arrived Nigerian millionaire, say, can snap up a set-aside minority contract over an Irish whose family has endured poverty in America for centuries.
This preferential, deferential or condescending treatment is necessary, many will argue, because blacks were held down for so long, but affirmative action taints all black achievements and causes much resentment among those who are bypassed to make room for less competent blacks. Shut up already, they were slaves!
There is another race with a claimed historical grievance, but in this instance, it’s against all of Christendom, for Christians looked the other way, assisted or directly murdered six million Jews, it has been drilled into each Western head.
Holding key posts in American banking, judiciary, media, entertainment and government, Jews have lots of leverage, it’s safe to say, so in still white-majority America, “white” has become a dirty word that connotes genocide, pillage, oppression and undeserved privilege. Since no population would demonize itself so liberally, it’s clear whites themselves don’t control their media and academy.
The media aren’t just a brainwashing tool to control your intellectual, psychological, social and political life, but a blackmailing threat dangling over each politician and potential dissident. With media, you can cowe even the most powerful. Moreover, the constant whitewashing of the worst black behavior usefully divides America and outrages the majority into supporting the militarization of the police, which is already being deployed to browbeat all Americans. Quite openly, the police state burnishes its weapons.
To cripple resistance, minds must be corrupted and characters weakened, so it’s no surprise to see American music becoming progressively more degenerate and/or violent, with black hip hop leading the decay. Much of this has been accomplished under the stewardship of Jewish impresarios such as Lyor Cohen, Todd Moscowitz, Jimmy Iovine, Doug Morris, Lucian Grainge and Leonard Blavatnik, etc.
Jewish Jerry Heller managed NWA, or Niggaz Wit Attitudes, who rapped, “I’m sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime / But I’m a smoke ’em now and not next time / Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me / Or any asshole, that threatens me / I’m a sniper with a hell of a scope / Takin’ out a cop or two, they can’t cope with me.”
For a change, you can enjoy Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, another Heller baby, “Jump up on the Bones dick and ride / Pass the pussy on the left hand side / Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone / Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone.”
Very few, though, dare to even whisper about Jewish power. E.A. Ross wrote in 1911, “In his defense of Flaccus, a Roman governor who had ‘squeezed’ his Jewish subjects, Cicero lowers his voice when he comes to speak of the Jews, for, as he explains to the judges, there are persons who might excite against him this numerous, clannish and powerful element. With much greater reason might an American lower his voice today in discussing two million Hebrew immigrants united by a strong race consciousness and already ably represented at every level of wealth, power, and influence in the United States.”
Then too, Jews fought hard for open borders, “The systematic campaign in newspapers and magazines to break down all arguments for restriction and to calm nativist fears is waged by and for one race. Hebrew money is behind the National Liberal Immigration League and its numerous publications […] In order to admit their brethren from the Pale the brightest of the Semites are keeping our doors open to the dullest of the Aryans!”
As we can now see in the US and Europe, Jews will advocate for open borders even when none of their kind is lined up outside, for to dilute each society but their own is an aim in itself.
For such a glancing exposure of Jewish power, Ross has been flushed down the memory hole, Ron Unz believes, and yet, at the risk of joining Mr. Ross, Unz has now published a series of unflinching articles on, among other things, Jewish collaboration with the Nazis, Jewish guilt in JFK’s assassination and 9/11, and, most remarkably, the elaborate Holocaust myth, as propped up by a shoahload of bogus scholarship and hundreds of tear jerking movies. Unz hasn’t just stuck his neck way out, but placed it on the third rail!
Like Gilad Atzmon, Israel Shamir and others, Unz is opposed to the Jewish ideology, with its we’re the chosen people, and goyim are merely beasts in the shape of men, here only to serve us. Unz is certainly not anti-Jews as an ethnicity, for otherwise, he would be against himself and all members of his extended family.
In any case, if the Holocaust was the most shocking atrocity of World War II, why was there no mention of it for nearly 20 years after the war ended? And why did Anne Frank only die after six months in a “death camp”? Unz, “It seems rather odd to me that a young Jewish girl who fell severely ill at Auschwitz would have spent so much time in camp hospitals and eventually die there, given that we are told the primary purpose of Auschwitz and other such camps was the efficient extermination of its Jewish inmates.”
Unz also exhumes Jacob Schiff to show how this Wall Street banker jump started the Bolshevik Revolution, so it was really a deep hatred of Russia, and not any idealism, that triggered the bloodiest chapter in human history. Though only 4% of Russia’s population, Jews made up 80-85% of the early Soviet government, Unz points out, and they dominated the Gulag administration and the terrifying NKVD.
Since this Jewish-dominated regime killed tens of millions during its first two decades, Unz concludes that “in per capita terms Jews were the greatest mass-murderers of the twentieth century, holding that unfortunate distinction by an enormous margin and with no other nationality coming even remotely close. And yet, by the astonishing alchemy of Hollywood, the greatest killers of the last one hundred years have somehow been transmuted into being seen as the greatest victims, a transformation so seemingly implausible that future generations will surely be left gasping in awe.”
To too many, though, this Jewish role in genocide is only a cause for celebration, not shame or remorse. In 2016, the Times of Israel published a gushing portrait of “a strikingly handsome radical-revolutionary, Lev Davidovich Bronstein—otherwise known as Leon Trotsky.” “He founded the Red Army, commanding it with vicious blood-thirsty gusto.”
In Mexico City last year, I visited the home of Trotsky’s brief squeeze, Frida Kahlo, and found it to be an elegant, comfortable and spacious compound. There, I inspected old, large canvases of Kahlo’s ancestors, and noticed, hovering over her daybed, the stern faces of Marx, Engels, Lenin, Stalin and Mao. Bemused, I perused one of Kahlo’s last oils, a self-portrait, as usual, but with a giant head of Stalin, the man who had ordered the assassination of Trotsky. Safe in her wealth, Frida loved both of these world-class butchers.
In the very heart of Mexico City, just on the edge of beautiful Alameda Park, is El Museo Memoria y Tolerancia. Passing by, I noticed a cattle car, of the type that transferred Jews to the “death” camps. Inside, there’s the Holocaust and Tolerance Education Center. As many Mexicans as possible must be inducted into the Jews as greatest victims ever cult.
Like blacks with slavery, Jews use the Holocaust to silence all critics. Thus immuned, they can continue to slaughter Palestinians, wreck more Muslim countries, push refugees into Europe and fragment societies. If you push back, you’re a gas chamber loving Nazi.
Pinched by two eternally aggrieved forces, does the pale huperson even stand a Chinaman’s chance?
Linh Dinh’s latest books are Postcards from the End of America (non-fiction) and A Mere Rica (poetry). He maintains a regularly updated photo blog.