Yes, that sort of neoseparatism is happening, and not just in Aryan Nations compounds in Idaho. Check out Searching for Whitopia: An Improbable Journey to the Heart of White America, by Rich Benjamin.
Go to Iceland. America never was a white country.
Yeah he’s fucking with you.
Let me try and explain something to you ignorant goof balls.
If you rush to protect a woman, because in fact she is a woman, then you are a gender racist.
If you marry a woman, (or man as the case may be) then you chose his/her color as the package to the exclusion of all others— guess what—you are a racist.
In fact the word “racist” can be expanded to mean most anything. That is because whites developed the most advance language on earth— English.
By law and the limitations of law—I’m not a racist. As such a charge in court must be proven by violation of state or federal statutes. And you do not have to believe that I always been in compliance. That is because I studied the law from my youth seeing its importance, and directed my behavior accordingly.
By my genetic nature, from my youth, I had my nose buried in the public library to learn some thing and dragging my wagons around filled with fruit for sale, while lazy blacks, hispanics and cubans were sitting on their porch seeking to menace, rather than get a job or make their own legal employment, or find some way to improve their life by hard works.
In my personal life, private life, I am a racist, and you are powerless to do anything about it. So go suck a lemon, god knows I have sold plenty of lemons to lazy blacks that could not get up off their ass and get them off a public tree a half mile from their home, so I did the work for them and I got paid well.
Every one is a racist to some to degree or in part, the question is, what statutory laws are broke. And until stupid blacks, retarded Mexicans, and White Trash figure this out they will always live in the Dark Age ages as jungle monkeys.
Best of luck to the ignorant as they would not know how to handle freedoms if it was handed to them.
There are people of other race that have earned my respect, fine people no doubt, a great honor to their kind. But that does not mean we have to exchange spit in the shower. Some people on this board need to grow up.
Some are not man enough to handle an honest talk on race, they are cowards or filled with guilt imposed by others.
Don
By your genetic nature, perhaps, perhaps not; but definitely not by your racial nature.
And by the way in my youth on my door to door sales rout in colored town where I sold prime fruits and vegetables, there were aged blacks that could not leave their home by reason of physical disability, and they were not being taken care of by their own kind. The stench of their home when they opened the door to me proved it.
I, a white boy, became a dependable source of nourishing foods to blacks, and were some of my best customers. Other blacks taunted me with insults, threw rocks (literally), formed youth black gangs to follow me around saying, “Hey whitey what are doing here, we do not want YOU, you will die after dark if your white stupid ass is found on the streets.”
I have been called every name in the book and even made up words in foreign languages.
But I had this great lust for making money that could not be contained, and the best way at the time was by bargain and sale over fruits and veggies in colored town. The cops were worthless in Ft. Lauderdale and Miami; Cubans, half black, half white (half breeds), poured in as water of a broken dam and over ran the authorities in crimes. Cubans trashed neighborhoods, and drove out my black customers. Even the blacks had no control over their children. It was nothing but God Damned ZOO to this youthful white boy.
I remember one time, late in the day I was pulling my wagons of fruit door to door in colored town being taunted by a youthful black gang. I turned around from the rocks being thrown at me and pointing to one black boy saying a truth, I said, “ I know you and your grand mother, and she depends on my deliveries to eat—shame on YOU— you rather kill a white than see your grandmother fed.”
I then picked out of my wagon a ripe mango and threw it at them, saying “Feed this your mama”. Then I turned and I went on my rout pulling my wagons of food. In a block or so the black gang dispersed.
“Filthy animals”, I said to myself, “Savages in Africa as I read in Nation Geographic. I’m going to make money and be richer than I was yesterday, and nothing on this earth will stop me.”
I walked up to the next door and knocked and with my child’s voice I said “Fruits and vegetables for sale” and the door opened and the common smell of the filthy stench of the black household hit me in the nose. But I learned tolerance at a young age. I made another good sale, and I have to sell all my fruits before I go home where I can count my money in peace, and say it was worth all my hard work. I have the cash and they do not— I’m the winner hands down.
Don
I still think he’s fucking with us.
And more to say from Don:
In my early twenties I opened a business in Gary Indian that was about 80% black. Why and how I got there is a long story, but none the less I made big bucks selling house insulation and replacement windows and doors.
Gawd, I wanted to hire whites so bad but few were found, and of those found the qualification of their employment were about equal to those of black applicants. What is a white employer to do?
I had more than 200 thousand dollars of my own cash money on the line. I’m in control for better or worse, and I was a hand’s on labor, owner, and sales manager, all at one time trying to develop a business. From my past, there was NO doubt of my success.
So what should I do, hire the white or hire the black? Or take my money and walk away. No matter what I did would be found wrong one way or another by spectators that don’t have a dog in the fight for great wealth.
I hired the White and the Black that were the leading candidates— I gave them a job and the same employment contract, pay, and term. I held to it in front of many accusations by the blacks. I said to myself this will be interesting as who will be the best.
With in two years I sold the company to the white man—he was the best in sales, profits per sale, less warrantee problems, less customer cancellations of sales contracts, and made me the most money by my Black accountant. He also had the most drive, ambition, and motivation, time proved the best; I just set the opportunity for my selfish money gains.
I had no intensions of keeping the business from the start, as I learned early in my youth, never get yourself into a problem you cannot easily get out of; make big money, set limits, and move on. In business people are tools to your end results, laws dictate how these tools are to be used and I ABIDE BY THE LAWS.
THE POINT BEING Gary Indian was nothing but a stupid mess (shit hole) from stem to stern, and sliding down hill. Black were to be blamed as it had became “their” town, so they are responsible. There is no doubt that at least two white men prevailed, monetarily, in black Gary Indian, going by the rules of law and a level playing field.
The white or the black employee never came to my house, never had a meeting out side of business, and never conspired against any one. It was hard core “make money”, the situation that is the most comfortable for me. The last person standing with the “big bucks” wins. Nothing has changed in all of human history.
Are ALL whites super bright? Hell NO, but over time and works, over generations, the cream comes to the top. Just the way life is, whites are better even being out numbered in a black community as are the facts in my case.
Of course I support my own white kind, I will not live forever and I want MORE whites to carry on where I have left off. Nothing is better than those shiny deep blue eyes.
Don
This guy is hilarious.
Hey Don, you don’t actually think anyone is buying your fictional biography, do you? Creative (though laughable) as it is. You went door to door selling fruit? What are you 115 fucking years old?
Not to mention, your spelling errors are making me think the “greatest language ever devised by homo sapiens” isn’t your strong suit, or even your first language.
You’re entertaining though. I’ll give you that. The throwing a ripe mango thing was a good touch.
Who is “Gary Indian”?
Yeah, throwing a prime ripe Mango (worth cash money) at a pack of black dogs was a real sacrifice for to me, but that was all I had at the time. I regretted it later as that action reduced my inventory, that reduced my profits.
But I take it you never had a prime ripe Mango freshly picket and eaten the same day before the pitch slightly dries at the stem mark.
Sad , very sad. If you had even ONE you would beg me for more.
I did not like selling on street corners, but when I had my wagons filled with ripe fruit in Florida, even the black cops pulled over and bought from me while they were on duty. The black cop pushing their own kind out of the way so they buy next.
Many times a line formed to buy my fruits. I remember blacks driving by as I pulled my wagons of fruit down the side walks going door to door— there is the “white boy” stop and see what he has. I could not pick enough, stay awake long enough, work hard enough to satisfy my customers and the cash came in.
I’m telling you, one bite of tree ripe fruit and you will think you are in heaven for the pleasure. And to eat a perfect Mango, is not good unless the juice runs out of your mouth and down onto your chest, where you have to lean over as not to get your feet wet.
I’m telling you as time went on people commissioned me to supply the fruits and veggies for their parties. By age 9-10 I was making as much as my public school teachers.
The key was, as time went on, I had contracted (verbally) with white home owners that had fruit trees in their yards. In exchange for a reduced price in lawn care, and tree service, I could get the fruit. It took no time at all I had more than one business running, both making money. My transportation was walk, my bike(s), public busses, or running. Today’s society put these kinds of children on drugs, as being incurable hyperactive—what a shame.
In grade school, and middle school, I was a piss poor student but A’s and B’s on all the final test. I did not do home work. I could not stay awake in class and was confined to the library. Every pass getting out of school was a good pass, so I could get to work making money. The school would call my parents and say your child passed out in class come and get him. They said Nah, he is sleeping, he was working his sales rout late for the last two nights, give him an hour to rest, and send him home on his bike—he is OK. But I did not go home, I went to pick or sell and got home late.
I learned more in the library than what the stupid teaches had to say and the other children were too brain dead for me to get along with. It was a very cruel world at the time, and you had to be the best in order to survive and prosper. And that I did, thank GOD for my “pure white” genetics.
Don
Yet spelling words like “Indiana” seems to be beyond you despite your formidable genetics and your long hours in the library. Please regale us with another tale of white separatism and mangoes.
But focus on the mangoes, as that was the best part. Mmmm…mangoes.
Don123, this is exactly the kind of comment I told you does not belong here. You were instructed about this in another thread as well.
From a moderating standpoint I feel obliged to put up with some of the (for lack of a better word) “scientific” racism we see on this board. I don’t think the above needs to be tolerated. So for this and for the continued insults, Don123, I’m giving you an official warning. If you want to stick around, you’ll have to stop doing this.
Dude, I’m telling you, he is totally making this shit up to fuck with us. You really think that a 9 year old kid was making more than a school teacher by mowing lawns to get a discount of back yard fruit and selling it in black neighborhoods? I know teachers aren’t well paid but they do a hell of a lot better than some kid pulling fruit around in a fucking wagon.
I think you can feel free to ignore this guy.
He is trying to give give himself some credibility by making outrageous claims.
Hey Don123, credibility is earned.
I understand the impulse to mock Don123’s story, having done some of the same, but the rules of this forum do still apply: you’re not allowed to call another poster a liar or a troll. Announcing that another poster is on your ignore list (which Damuri Ajashi did not do directly, but he comes close) is also not allowed.
If you don’t think blacks rarely commit crime with an “end-point or goal that entails unmitigated cruelty towards humanity” then you might want to talk to some people from Darfur, Rwanda or Biafra.
If you’re sick of white people, I don’t think Europe is the place to go.
Warraq’s son, did you really think that this was the best zombie for you to revive? Was there a particular point that just needed to be made?
Ibn Warraq makes a good point, as old as the thread may be. The notion that somehow whites commit more “evil” crimes than blacks is insane. Look up Jonathan and Reginald Carr sometime. Actually, you don’t have to, because I’ll link to it for you: Wichita Massacre.
This is to say nothing of what is happening all over the godforsaken hellhole once known as Rhodesia, what has happened in Liberia, Rwanda, Sierra Leone, etc.
I got to this thread by clicking a link.
Didn’t realize it was a zombie thread. Apologies for that.
Also, congrats for recognizing that Ibn isn’t a name.