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A Letter to my Nigger-Loving Cousin
by W.P.
Dear Cousin,
I know you don't want to listen to me because you think I'm "closed-minded"
and "ignorant" like the rest of our "crazy hillbilly family." I can only
hope that you get this email, though, because you really need to wake up to
the reality of what's going on here.
You know I totally disagree with your choice of a boyfriend. I disagree
because I care about you, your kids, and the White Race in general.
We grew up together. We liked the same boys, clothes, and music. I know your
dad and my dad have similar thoughts on race mixing -- they don't like it.
However, your dad being the church-going, gentle, soft-spoken man that he
is, he was never as vocal as my dad.
Your parents didn't like the word "nigger" and wouldn't dream of using it.
They had been told that any recognition of racial differences or desires to
be separate was from the Devil, and, wanting to please God, they stifled the
natural aversion to other races that each and every person is born with. (Of
course, they were taught such nonsense in a "Judeo-Christian" church, but
you're not ready to hear the truth about that yet.)
Remember the old family story of a 4-year-old me telling the black guy at Kmart, "Thank you, Mr. Nigger Man," when he held the door open for me? My mom
used to get so mad at my dad for using that word in front of us kids. Father
truly does know best, though! Thanks to him and his forthrightness, I grew
up to become a wife and the mother of four beautiful White children.
I remember when we were pretty young and we used to pretend we had
boyfriends. We were so silly! You'd always claim Bo Duke first, and I'd be
stuck with Luke! One time, you claimed Prince (that wonderful colored "music
artist") as your boyfriend. You got no argument out of me that time, because
I instinctively knew that White girls shouldn't want black boyfriends. I was
happy I could finally claim Bo Duke as my own! (He was the cute one, after
all!)
When we hit our pre-teen and early teen years, we sure did give our parents
some grief! I remember how we were so wrapped up in Alice Cooper (strange
considering this was the late eighties and here were two little girls
totally digging all this Seventies music) that we would actually shoplift
his tapes from the mall! We kept them all at your house in your top dresser
drawer. One day your dad found them and ripped them to shreds. He was trying
his darndest to protect us from what he thought was satanic music.
When I encountered problems at our junior high school (incidentally, caused
by the sexual harassment of young black guys who couldn't keep their hands
off a pretty little blonde girl) and had to move to a new one, we drifted
apart. When we did get together occasionally, I noticed that you were
listening to "soul music" or whatever they call that crap where black men
and women sing about how they love to make love.
Then, in high school, it got worse. You started listening to rap. You gave
me "our" (remember how we shared all the music we got hold of?) music
collection. You didn't feel the need to listen to Metallica, Guns N Roses,
Alice, or any of that any more. What had caused this sudden turnaround? You
had gotten cable. You had been exposed to MTV and the wonders of
"diversity."
I can remember being jealous because my "city" cousin had cable and I was
stuck out in the country with nothing to watch on our two-channel TV. I can
now see that that was a good thing. A combination of MTV and your parents'
well-intentioned inability to teach you right from wrong when it came to
race issues has made you what you are today.
It hurts me to know that your own four beautiful White children are being
raised in the ghetto lifestyle. These children are the descendants of
generations of proud White Southern people. Their great-great-grandfather
and great-great-great-uncles cared enough about their race to join the Ku
Klux Klan to try to make a difference for their future grandchildren.
What would our great Grandpa think if he knew that his 6-year-old White
great-great-granddaughter had her hair done up in "cornrows" like Snoop
Doggy Dog? Let us not forget that he took a stand at the tender age of 17
and killed a nigger that was taunting and disrespecting a white woman. He
then went on to serve our country in World War One.
While all the details aren't known, it's part of our family's history that
he continued his fight for the White Race until his death and was
responsible for more than one filthy nigger being taken out of this world.
God was merciful when He called our great-grandpa home in 1961 before he had
to witness the niggerizing of America.
How would he feel, knowing that your White children see their mother go to
bed every night with a man who isn't their father, and, even worse, is
black? I know how it would make him feel. Angry...just like the rest of our
family is angry over it.
I know your divorce has been painful and that your husband wasn't being the
kind of husband and father that a White man should be. But that's no reason
to go out and get a black boyfriend. You are the one being ignorant, and
your ignorance is hurting you and those children.
When you came to me in tears and admitted that you were a nigger-lover, I
told you that nothing good could come of such a relationship. Where you have
niggers, you will certainly have guns and drugs. "Oh, no!," you cried, "It's
not like that! He's a decent person with a good heart! He's even going to be
rich someday! He has his own rap album!"
Your boyfriend and his friends should have known that moving to a town and
county that is mostly White and setting up their criminal headquarters in a
White woman's house would arouse suspicion. But, niggers ain't known for
being real smart, are they?
When I heard about the trouble over your way, I wasn't surprised. I warned
you that nothing good can come from associating with those types of people.
Of course, that was my own "ignorance" and "closed-mindedness" talking,
according to you.
Well, my "ignorance" and "closed-mindedness" has kept me from being pimped
out by a nigger who claimed to "love" me. It has protected my children from
the experience of having the police bust down my door and from seeing their
mommy laying face down on their living room floor with a loaded, cocked gun
to her head while lawmen tore their home apart looking for drugs and
counterfeit money.
I feel like you have gotten everything you deserve for being a race-mixing
whore. It's really your own stupidity that got you where you are now. I
don't feel sorry for you but those little children do not deserve to live in
that kind of lifestyle. And your poor, misguided parents are made to suffer
emotionally and financially because you let some nasty monkeys in your home.
Maybe you will be able to convince the court that you were an innocent
bystander and that your boyfriend and his friends took advantage of a dumb
White woman and therefore get off with little or no "hard time." Whatever
happens, I hope that your parents get your kids (with all this going on and
the FIA being involved, I find it hard to believe they'll let you keep them)
and raise them to have some respect for themselves and their race. The way
you and your nigger-loving little sister have turned out should convince
them of the error of their ways. I do pray for you, though, because I
believe no one is beyond redemption.
I'm sending a copy of this letter to VNN, a great website that is not afraid
to speak the truth on racial issues. My hope is that White parents will read
what happened with you and go the extra mile to ensure that their White
children don't turn out like you. Maybe if your dad hadn't been so soft and
afraid to speak his mind you would have turned out to be a decent,
law-abiding, moral White citizen like myself.
White parents: the moral of this story is that sometimes you just gotta say
"nigger."
W.P.
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