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Racism: Innate or Learned?
by Anon Ymous
19 September 2004
Is racism innate, or is it learned? I've come to
believe that racism is just an application of common
sense, or a refusal not to willfully blind yourself
in the interests of political correctness to facts
that are right in front of your face.
Moving back to the city after living in a small
mountain town in southern Colorado for a year, I
realized I had forgotten what I learned about urban
life from my prior time in the East Bay in the late
90's. For example, I had forgotten what I knew of
the reality of race in the city, and the uselessness
of conventional wisdom on race as dictated by academia
and the media --and, lets face it, by the police. Yeah,
the 1st Amendment's great and all, but everyone
knows that the expression of anything resembling the
truth about blacks and jews, except anonymously on the
Internet, will result in you being sued, surveilled,
and probably jailed.
I personally have no impulse to career suicide, nor
do I suffer any desire to be martyred for dissent on
an issue as trivial as the official line on blacks/jews,
which nobody with any sense buys in any case, so
I'll have to confine myself to the writing of this
anonymous opinion, apropos of an incident which
occurred last weekend:
On Sunday I got up and ran errands on my bike for a
while: laundry, supermarket, mail bills, &c. I
brought my laptop with an 802.11b card so I could go
to my neighborhood coffee shop with the free wireless
and flirt with the girls (oh those college girls!), surf
some news sites, and work on a new website project
for a few hours. Unfortunately when I got to the shop
I realized I had left my bike U-lock in my apartment.
Oh darn -- it was such a hassle to ride back home and
get it, I irresponsibly decided to just lean the
bike against a parking meter on the sidewalk where it
was visible from the shop windows. Why not, after all?
It was 9:30 am on Sunday morning -- don't bike thieves
take weekends off?
So you can see where this is going. I chose a table
near the window, sat down in a chair facing the
street, and began browsing the web, editing my site,
and making a list of projects, future and current,
that required my attention, all the while keeping an
eye on my bike leaning against the meter. In 20
minutes a bunch of white college kids walked by and
glanced at it -- not, I think, with any intention of
stealing it, but simply with concern for the
insecurity of a nice bike left unlocked on the street.
The next time I glanced up there was a thin, homeless
looking black dude hitting the college kids up for
change in front of the meter. Even from the window
across the street I could see the guy didn't have
many teeth left, though he had to have only been in
his 30's. The college kids stepped around him and as he
turned to keep begging from them . . . gee, wouldcha
looky that! A free bike to steal!
I saw the whole thing. I watched his face literally
light up with a mmm mmm mmm my lucky day free
watermelon expression. There was no calculation of
the ethics of the situation, or even of the practical
difficulty of the likelihood of the owner of an
unlocked bike being nearby. In an instant the black
dude just grabbed it like a pigeon after a bread
crust.
"Fuck this" I thought. No crack-smoking street nigger
is getting my 300-dollar road bike just because I
was a little forgetful this morning. I stood up,
marched to the coffee shop door and sprinted across
the street in full on undercover cop mode.
I might be white, but I played sports too, and I'm 6
feet tall and pretty fast -- and unlike older niggers,
who sit around all day smoking crack and drinking,
even now in my early 30's I still keep in shape by
running in the mornings and working out when I have
time.
I hit the gap between the cars on the other side of
the street and slammed into my own bike that the
black was rapidly wheeling away. It was funny how
unequal the conflict went down. He stumbled a bit, let
go of the bike, and dropped the cup of change in his
other hand. (Think urban panhandlers are just good
guys down on their luck -- wrong!)
Then the nigger started whining at me about how he was
"just looking" at it, and tried some "Oh, is this
yo' bike?" crap, but I was already gone, wheeling the
bike back across the street. I put it squarely in
front of the coffee shop window this time and went back
inside.
The funny thing was, when I got back in the shop it
was me who felt guilty. The girls in the store
avoided eye contact reproachfully while I sat back
down --and on reflection I feel they were absolutely
right. The whole ugly scene was entirely my fault -- I
don't hold that black responsible for one second. I was
like the camper who leaves food around the campsite at
Yosemite and ends up confronting a bear. It's not
the bears' fault.
On reflection, one thing stands out pretty plainly,
and it's disturbing -- I felt nothing, no anger
whatever towards the black, as I would towards a
person who had done some injury to me. And for his
part, the toothless nigger appeared not in the least
embarrassed or chastened to have been caught red
handed in public in the act of stealing with crowds of
people looking on. He appeared to feel as completely
justified in attempting to take my bike as an ant
would feel about invading your picnic -- the whole
idea is absurd -- an ant has no choice or conscious
free will. Put another way, there is no right or wrong for
an animal.
"We never got the 40 acres and the mule!" screamed the
demagogue Al Sharpton on NPR this morning, "So we
gonna ride this donkey all the way!" meaning blacks
are counting on the Democratic candidate over the
Republican to increase the welfare subsidies they
already get.
Never got nothing from the man, huh? Oh yeah? In my
mind the urban black underclass did much better than
40 acres in the rural south. I don't have time to
investigate every thing that pisses me off about my
city, but what the hell are those government housing
authority buildings I pass every morning on my way
to work, within a 20 minute walk of the financial
district, always ghostly quiet in the morning but
swarming with gangs and drug dealing scum at night?
If that land was used for white housing it would be
profitable multi-million dollar apartment buildings or
condo developments, housing brokers, analysts,
database administrators, programmers, lawyers,
paralegals, teachers, writers, web designers, grad
students, and graphic artists -- profitable for the
landlord, well maintained, and suitable for the
tenants -- but as it is this "public housing" is an
outrageous eyesore and a completely subsidized and
intentional disaster area, an animal filled ghetto
--like a species of human Superfund site at the center
of my city.
Can niggers even read? I used to believe in the
progressive power of technology. I mean, I was a true
believer -- there was no economic problem, no social
ill, no practical problem that couldn't be solved or
improved by a computer program or a database or a
nifty new dot com.
The DMV and the post office suck? Lets get them on the
web! The public school system is a disaster? Hook it
up to the web and let them use the universities and
libraries where all the knowledge is! Need an MBA or
preparation for the LSAT? Internet based multimedia
distance learning! You get the idea -- basic 90's rah
rah dot com happy talk.
But lets face it, niggers can't even read. What
difference does it make if the words are in a book or
on a computer screen? If a nigger can't eat it, drink
it, fuck it, or smoke it, then what good is it to him?
These disgusting monkeys who live in the projects and
get in knife fights over six packs outside the
convenience store are suddenly going to start getting
IT jobs on Monster.com and booking flights to Atlanta
on Travelocity? It's such a joke. To sewer creatures
in the hood, does it make any difference that they're
living in an age of knowledge, opportunity, and ideas?
Hell no.
Every week I look at my paycheck and I see there's a
lot less money in it than what it says I earned. Where
does that money go? One place it surely goes is
forcing me to subsidize the same housing projects full
of drug dealing, nigger scum that menace me when I
walk past to get home to my working class
neighborhood. The other day some angry looking blacks
hanging out on the corner near that project threw
something at me when I rode by on my bike. I wouldn't
even care, but what pisses me off is I'm paying for
them to live there! I pay for that "public housing"
when I go to work at my boring network/database
"consulting" job (meaning corporation X doesn't have
to pay me benefits). How did middle class whites ever
allow this state of affairs to happen?
It's not as though that land would go to waste or sit
empty if it weren't wasted on niggers. I live in a
high-tech city, generally regarded as a world capital
of the knowledge economy, on the cutting edge of ideas
in science and tech, medicine, the arts, music,
literature, and even politics. Housing prices here
routinely make headlines across the country. I've
worked full time since I was 20 yet the ownership of a
modest, working class home here remains simply out of
reach for me.
But you know the story. You probably live it yourself.
My dot com IPO ship never came in. The payments on my
student loans I took out to finance my engineering
degree, which knowledge I mostly never even used in
the Clinton sham and fraud economy, eat up most of my
living. Plus, I bought into that nonsense they put out
a few years ago about the glories and opportunities of
the "Freelance Nation" -- Let me tell you something,
being out there in the economy all alone ain't that
glorious.
Plus the divorce "to find herself" -- which in
practice meant Pilates and one dumb backpacking trip
to Ecuador and a few other third world shitholes -- by
the woman I'd been counting on to be my social
foundation, was a financial and emotional disaster.
Now noticeably balding and 30+ I'm supposed to hit the
singles bars and craigslist?
Plus I had a 25 thousand dollar medical bill from an
uninsured knee injury while skiing a few years ago.
Good sucker that I am, I paid it in full. How many
niggers have ever paid a five figure medical bill
without insurance? I bet the answer is zero. No
niggers have ever done that -- but they incur such
bills all the time when they shoot each other or get
run over, driving up insurance rates and medical costs
for everyone else.
I've often thought -- why bother? Why don't I just move
to place like Ohio or Nevada where I could own a
palace (and stock up on assault weapons)? Yet there it
is, free "public housing," a total mockery of
everything I believe about merit and opportunity,
acres of land in my city used for the storage of human
garbage, just lousy with niggers and drug dealing,
dope smoking, drunken scum.
And I'm not even just talking about the streets.
Anyone who slaves in corporate America knows there's
nothing more sacred, nothing more untouchable, nothing
more unmentionable than the holy "black
professionals." Of course we're all equal and equally
competent, so it doesn't matter if the blacks delete
whole databases full of important shit that they're
not even supposed to access -- it doesn't matter if
they're too dumb to learn even MS Word, basic email,
or how to print documents -- they can tie up the help
desk all day with issues that any 4-year-old white
child could figure out intuitively, that's OK too.
They can even plug their computers into their asses,
that's just fine, because they are an asset to the
firm just like the rest of us and therefore will be
compensated exactly the same.
And no matter how much we stick to this ideology, no
matter how far backwards we bend over for them, when
they leave or get fired or throw a tantrum and refuse
to show up anymore, the blacks will still sue the firm
for employment discrimination, and they will still
pocket a 6 figure settlement -- the part, that is, that
they don't have to share with their racketeering
lawyers.
Did you know there's a whole shakedown industry of
black law firms that exist solely for the purpose of
suing the financial industry for employment
discrimination? What if a firm decided that they can't
responsibly deal with the cost of black employees
anymore and simply stopped hiring them? I bet they'd
really get sued then! Jesse would organize a boycott,
a sit in, and then big shakedown in some penthouse
conference suite.
New York State Attorney General Eliot Spitzer
professes to be really concerned with the costs borne
by mutual fund investors -- maybe he should take a
close look at the black "employment discrimination"
racket. Don't hold your breath, though, for that hate
jew to do anything about any real crimes.
It's often said in conservative commentary that
welfare is slavery, but does it ever occur to
conservatives that the reverse is also true, that
slavery was welfare? Had they been left to fend for
themselves in the African jungle, what would have been
the fate of America's blacks? Certainly the plight of
the slave was misery and humiliation, but at least a
slave could take pride in his work, unlike the modern
black underclass which, as far as I can tell, does no
work whatsoever.
I watch these gorillas hanging out on the corner,
buying beer in the corner package store and dealing
drugs. The blacks can't even be bothered to walk �
mile down the street to buy from a nice grocery store
where the clerks don't cower behind bullet proof
plastic and prison bars. And I pray . . .
I pray fervently for the day when the US welfare state
system collapses. Remember when the Germans danced on
the Berlin Wall as they tore it down? I dream that
someday that day will come for the US welfare state,
and I'll dance on the ruined walls of the government
Housing Authority blocks!
ANON YMOUS
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