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.