Are you a wigger? Don't worry -- it washes off...
by Chuck Pearson
* As I walked towards the exit of the K-Mart, I noticed the pimply White youth ahead of
me. His spindly arms and legs protruded from vast, flapping black "warmups." His baseball
hat was on backwards. His red hair was closely cut, nearly shaved off, and an earring
dangled from the pierced lobe of one ear.
He moved with a slow, arrogant "pop" to his walk, a sort of strut in which he jerked at
the end of each step. He went through the door ahead of me -- and let the door go in my
face. Then, he stopped right outside the door to block my way, standing with his back
turned to me, observing the parking-lot sky.
* I cycled down a quiet residential street, all small single-family homes in a White
area, the embodiment of the American Dream. It was not long before Christmas, and people
were putting up decorations. Suddenly, I heard a loud, distorted blast of the awful noise
I've been moving away from all of my life -- Negro "rap," chanted commands and threats. I
turned, and saw a White man in his thirties out on his lawn stringing Christmas lights on
his neat brick home -- to the accompaniment of a grunting "boom box."
* As I waited to cross the street, a small car pulled up to the stoplight, driven by a
young White girl. Her hand went to a knob on the dashboard. "MUUUU. OOOON." said the car
stereo, loaded with some Negro CD. The car body buzzed and rattled like an overloaded
washing machine. "Here I am! Look at me!"
I did look at her -- straight down my nose. I'm sure I had an expression on my face as
though I were examining an especially nasty grade of excrement. I put my fingers in my
ears. My fingers, my ears.
The hand streaked to the dash again! "THUPP THUPP THUPP THUPP THUPP!" shouted the
offended car as it sped away.
* As I walked through the beautiful suburban park, a group of White teenagers moved out
from a park bench to block my way. These "nonconformists," these "rebels," were all
dressed identically in expensive, baggy "FUBU" suits, Air Jordan sneakers, backwards hats.
As a "ghetto blaster" shouted a litany of filth, a youth gripped a girl's buttocks, and
they began to make slow, grinding movements in imitation of the sex act. "F**k her in the
a**!" shouted one White boy, hardly old enough to shave.
* The White boy sat on the stage of the TV show, his "hip-hop" clothes hanging off him in
great folds, a faint stubble on his adolescent face, staring out over the audience with his
mouth open. A large, glittering marijuana leaf emblem adorned the front of his baseball
"Don't you know what you look like? Who's going to give you a job?" asked the show's
The boy stared, saying nothing.
"That's a marijuana hat. You're telling everyone you're a drug user."
The boy stared.
"That hat, it, it just came into the house before I could say anything," whined the boy's
It is the goal of Jews to compartmentalize Whites, to split one generation off from the
next so that young people will not learn from the experiences of their elders. As one
generation "rebels" against the previous one, its wallets empty into Jewish hands.
It works well, and we have seen Jews seize control of and exploit each new technology to
further this end. Records and movies made the "jazz craze" of the Twenties possible. Then
there was a Depression, then a fratricidal war, during which Jews -- who got to stay home,
produce records, make movies, and make fortunes as government contractors while Whites
fought each other -- laid the groundwork for what was to come.
There is nothing the Jews hate like the image, the very idea of America in the 1950s: a
cohesive, 90% White nation enjoying economic prosperity. We cannot escape from the endless
kike mockery of Whites: "Ozzie and Harriet!" "Mom and Pop." "Ward and June Cleaver!"
"Whitebread people in a whitebread town."
Do you really, genuinely understand how much Jews hate you, your family, and your way of
life, White man? It took only seconds to find the following on the Web, the lies and
spittle of some unknown Jewish writer, and it's so typical --
In 1948 the booms were on. Three of them: babies, bucks and belligerence.
Fortune magazine proclaimed as much, as early as 1946. "This is a dream era, this
is what everyone was waiting through the blackouts for. The Great American Boom is on.
The unprecedented affluence produced a magical world of comfortable and secure sameness.
Even without the harsh will to conform, imposed from above by red-baiting politicos and
fear-mongering right-wingers, the great sprawling American masses found just what they
wanted in the new suburbs with their celebratory backyard barbecues on the reliable squares
of green grass that always needed trimming. This was the true promise of American life.
If it looks bland and regimented fifty years later, be wise. Back then this was utterly
The suburbs and small towns were great places to raise kids. After decade-long economic
chaos and a terrible war, parents sought refuge from it, in the safety of suburban cocoons. There was a trike on the front sidewalk, a baby-pool in the backyard, and bottles sterilizing on
the stove -- it was an earthly paradise for the vast majority of those in or about to enter
the middle class.
Naturally, the Cold War's icy hand had the boom by the throat. Right down to the
cookie-cutter suburbs and the conformist values. But scarcely any suburbanites cared all
that much that no blacks and few non-WASPs were allowed. Or that absolute rules banned
fences, clotheslines, unapproved paint schemes and uncut grass. (They cut it for the
slothful and sent the bill).
No matter that this same postwar period was also when hundreds of thousands of Jews left
New York City and flooded the "cookie-cutter" suburbs around there, and also moved to new
developments in Florida and Southern California. One standard for Jews, another standard
for everyone else.
One could write a thesis -- web search on "Adjectives Used by Modern Writers (almost
invariably too young to have experienced them) To Describe the Fifties." In moments, I
* rigid (has standards)
* repressive (enforces standards)
* boring (no drive-bys, drugs, AIDS, pregnancies...)
* conformist (adheres to standards)
* "kids brought up to act middle-aged" (quiet, intelligent, responsible)
* enforced conformity (order)
* uncreative (no grafitti)
* "cookie-cutter identical people" (White)
* "ticky-tacky little houses" (places where White people live)
A Jewish teacher had us singing that "ticky-tacky little people, little houses" song in
grade school. "And they're all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the
Gosh. I wonder who that song was about...
It was about you, White man. Help the Jew, he mocks you in return. No matter that the
Jew prospered from our sweat, lived in the houses we built, drove on the roads we paved,
drank the water we filtered. Tikkun olam -- Remaking The World! Our safe, stable
society does not suit the Jew; he works assiduously to tear it down. '50s Jew Hollywood
set to work pumping out Elvis and "rebellion" movies about duck-tailed, switchblade-wielding
The '50s became the '60s. Jews, bent on altering America's racial composition to make
themselves feel safer, succeeded in weakening our immigration laws in the early '60s; this
was followed by the "Let slip the niggers and cry 'Havoc!'" of the Civil Rights Act of
1964. The cities began to burn; in response to that, the Gun Control Act of 1968 was
passed to make self-defense more difficult.
As blacks chanted "Burn, Baby, Burn," hypnotized Whites high-fived with them and chanted, "Tune
in, turn on, drop out." Jewish political agitators like Jerry Rubin and Abbie Hoffman told
Whites to kill their parents, and the Jewish entertainment industry packaged and marketed
the music, the silly clothes, the beads, bells, pipes, and papers of this Jew-engineered
"rebellion." Today, the "radicals" freely admit their tactics. "The country wasn't coming
apart at all. We just kept saying that until it did."
This wave washed over us, and, in its wake, Whites discovered that taking LSD doesn't
provide an income. Jews distracted us again with the "disco" fad -- more loud music and
flashing lights! Whites were still gyrating to that tune, filling Jewish money bags by
buying more stupid clothes and records and flocking to "clubs," when Jews decided to
package and market another product to the next upcoming generation -- the nigger.
As always, Jews are in the forefront of any new communications technology. First
records, then movies, then radio, TV...now video rentals and satellites. Jewish media
control is an established, documented fact, not open to argument. The Jewish entertainment
industry has used the power of satellites to transmit the American Gang Nigger worldwide.
Weird, senseless nigger clothing styles like "saggin'," lumbering around with one's pants
down around one's ankles, are copied, copied, copied all over the world.
* I heard a thumping, and glanced down a gangway between two buildings. There, on a
piece of dirty cardboard spread on the ground, White youths in the regulation Negro gang
attire jerked to the pounding of a "box," spinning around on their backs and kicking their
legs in the air like dying cockroaches.
Like the "hippie" of the '60s, the white nigger is a complete consumer package -- the
expensive-to-buy, cheap-to-make sweatshop clothes from the perennial Jewish "rag trade," as
Jews call it, the "music" and gang movies that pour billions of White dollars into
outstretched Jewish hands. It's called "disposable income" for a reason -- money that
Whites are throwing away. Let's not forget the made-in-Israel, smuggled-by-Hasids
"Ecstasy" pills made to dissolve individuals into one great big sweating touchy-feely,
aracial mass, twitching and jumping on the floor of a Jew-owned night club as the silly
lights flash and the cash register rings frantically. Five dollars for a small bottle of
water! Such a business, it's! Jews need rakes to pull in your money, White boy.
With the clothing and the noise and the stupid behavior come the stupid attitudes, the
self-destructiveness and self-hatred, the Jewish poison spooned down us. Concidentally,
I looked up from writing this to see a Frontline special on PBS titled
The Merchants of Cool about precisely this subject.
Typically, a program such as this can go on for hours showing us one hooked nose after
another, subjecting us to one abrasive Jewish voice after another directing, inventing,
promoting, selling, researching -- and never once use the word "Jew."
The Merchants of Cool showed us how the current niggerization of youth, the coarsening,
the dumbing-down, the filth, violence, and sex are all products of the same mega-Jewish
"entertainment" corporations. One character on Murray Rothstein's ("Sumner Redstone") MTV
is "The Mook," Tom Green, who specializes in idiotic behavior, vomiting on cue, striking
himself in the crotch with a stick, waving his rear end back and forth while walking on a
table. In one scene, "Mook" goes "poo diving." He dons flippers, face mask, and snorkel,
and leaps into achurning brown tank of sewage at a treatment plant.
One finds oneself cheering on the possibility of hepatitis, TB, meningitis, flesh-eating
staph. Go, microbes!
The show whined that the poor teens are "trying to invent their own culture, all to
themselves," but that the "greedy corporations" keep taking it from them and
"commercializing" it. In the first place, children have never created and run their own
culture. In healthy, racially homogeneous nation-states, there can be continuity, with
several generations living under one roof and children learning from parents and
grandparents. Normal human life flows as a continuum; it does not progress in a series of
Jew-driven commercial jerks with new clothes, new "music," new "causes" every ten years.
Old and young are not each other's enemies.
Secondly, there is no low point beyond which Jews will not go. The program showed how
teens have become louder and louder, more and more vulgar and obscene, with "rage rock,"
desparately trying to swear loud enough and act repellent enough and paint themselves
weirdly enough that "society will leave them alone." It showed how the loudest and
filthiest of teen bands one day...was appearing on MTV the next.
Kids, it isn't possible. You can't out-dirty a Jew. No matter what you do, Jews will
eagerly scoop up your filth, package it, and sell it back to you.
While White teens watch 15 hours or more of "professional wrestling" every week,
lumbering around wearing convict headrags, biker boots, and carrying baseball bats wrapped
in barbed wire and injuring each other in after-school fights based on the contrived
nonsense they see on TV, Jewish kids are studying like mad to ace their SATs to ensure
that they end up hiring these Whites to mop floors in a few years. Get ready to serve a
sharp little Jewish boss, White boy -- if he'll have you at all. The Mexicans and other
aliens Jews are flooding our country with work a lot cheaper than you do.
Hip-Hop White Boy, you're a hip-hop sucker. While you slide down someone's expensive
railing on your skateboard (that you bought from a Jew) and then split your head open on
the cement, and stagger around saying "Oh wow, oh wow," Jews are banding together to take
over entire towns, stealing money and fiddling with the census figures so that taxpayers
will support segregated Hebrew schools where Jewish kids can learn WITHOUT HAVING TO SIT
NEXT TO IDIOTS LIKE YOU.
You can't out-dirty a Jew -- but you can outsmart him. If you'll listen to the older
White men the Jews are trying so hard to make you hate, we'll tell you how to do it. We're
not like Jews -- we have nothing to sell you. We will give you a future, though.
Want to have your own culture? Then do so. Reject the Jew, the criminal nigger, the
alien. White culture is the greatest culture the world has ever known. Proof? Look at
that stupid TV (that Whites invented). LOOK at it. The whole world is wearing blue jeans
and T-shirts and sneakers and ball caps and carrying handy little backpacks, or wearing
business suits and shirts and ties. Everyone wants a car and an air conditioner and a
refrigerator and a computer...all White inventions of the last few centuries in the
greatest upsurge of technological innovation ever seen. The whole world wants to have
what we've built; all the blacks and Chinese and Mexicans put together did not do, could
not do in 10,000 years what we've done in 100.
Don't buy expensive, silly clothes made for pennies in Jew-run foreign sweatshops.
Don't buy music, support causes, or watch programs that teach you to hate yourself, your
family, and your race. If you want to rebel, REBEL AGAINST THE JEW WHO CONTROLS YOU, right
down to the clothes on your back, everything you're taught in school, and everything you're
allowed to see, read, hear, and buy.
Many of your parents are also victims of what Jews have done to our society; they are
often as confused as you are, as full of self-hate -- as the rebel, you may have to lead
the way in your family. Do everything that Jews don't want you to do! Stay away from
booze, drugs, and promiscuous sex. Dress simply, be kind and respectful. "Please,"
"Thank you," and "I'm sorry" do not mean weakness, and they will be repaid many times
over. Did a Jew ever tell you to cultivate spirituality in yourself, to learn the value of
cleanliness, quiet, and order? Learn to use tools, to live and find your way in the
outdoors, to fix and make and grow things; let the fools run to the mall and spend all
their money on nigger CDs and makeup and baggy clothes. If your parents won't or can't
teach you these things, get books and teach yourself and friends.
Jews aren't cool. They're parasites, manipulators, speculators, middlemen who live by
buying and selling the work of others. We don't need them for anything. Niggers aren't
cool either. Niggers know how to break bottles and make gang signs and pee in other
people's hallways. I'm a middle-aged White guy. I'm cool.
I don't smoke. I don't drink. I don't do drugs. I'm normal, not queer, and I don't
screw around. I don't gamble. I don't hang around dangerous places with stupid people.
I don't waste money on Jew-pushed, foreign-made consumer junk. That's why I don't have
cancer or cirrhosis or AIDS or huge emergency room bills. I don't have lawyers after me
for child support and collection agencies after me for unpaid bills and loan sharks after
me for gambling debts and drug dealers ringing my bell wanting their money.
I don't have a hangover or a system full of toxic, made-from-God-knows-what drug residue
to get rid of. I exercise, walk, run, ride bikes. In the winter, too. Niggers laugh at
me -- from heated buses. Can't catch me. When they're doubled over gasping and puking up
McDonald's and KFC, I'm fine, good for another twenty miles. I don't eat that stuff. When
niggers are crying about cold, bundled up in their huge down "Starter jackets," I'm wearing
shorts. White people are hard, fast, strong, tough, resilient. Don't let TV-Jews tell you
any different or put you down. Niggers just play basketball -- Whites invented it.
I don't sit and watch other people do things on TV. I do things for myself. I know how
to put a computer together and how to sleep outside, how to build a fallout shelter, how
to kill and cook a rabbit. I can make a camera from scratch and take pictures with it and
develop the pictures. I can not only take the pictures, but I can write and edit the whole
magazine and run the printing press. I can build radio equipment. I can run almost
anything in a machine shop, and make almost any kind of tool, often from discarded junk.
I know how to use microscopes and Geiger counters and welding torches. As SF writer
Heinlein said, "Specialization is for insects."
I am so cool that I screw caps back on fire hydrants and pick up trash from the street
and call to get traffic lights fixed. I am an asset to everyone around me, and I have
improved every place I've ever lived, just by being myself and doing the things that
responsible White men do. What did your nigger "friends" ever do for you except borrow
stuff and not return it, steal money from your parents' dresser the second they got into
your house, and try to screw your sister?
I am one of the people who helps to design, build, and maintain our civilization. I'm
way cooler than any finger-popping nigger ever was, and I know it. That's why I'm so
quiet you hardly know I'm around. I don't need a loud car stereo or a ring in my nose --
I've got a life. You don't see me much down on the corner, clutching at my genitals,
shouting obscenities, and beating up parking meters. I'm at work, or at home, listening
to classical music and trying to help my race by writing material like this, to try to make
Whites feel good about themselves and to get them to spit up some of the Jew-poison we're
soaked in day and night.
You can have a life too. Start NOW to make yourself a future; if you're going to
"collect" anything, make it gold and silver coins, firearms, items of intrinsic value, not
some Jew swindler's worthless baseball cards and phony autographed bats. Don't laugh at
"materialism;" by the time you're 45, you'll want some money in the bank and a house in a
quiet, safe area very badly. Don't throw it away on dope, on stupid clothes, at the
"raves," or in living high in some "hot area." Trust me on this.
Get a grip on your world; if you understand the past and present, you'll have an easier
time shaping a future. Turn off the TV -- it is poison. Study some history -- just the
recent history of America. Start with the last 50 years or so, and work back. This
country has changed for the worse so much in the last few decades that it's almost
unbelievable. Seek out and study census figures showing the immense racial changes that
have been engineered by Jews.
Save and cherish your family history, the old photos and scrapbooks. Old people are a
priceless resource. Talk to them. They can tell you what was across the street before
that ugly mall was put in, how people used to live, where and how they worked. You will
always be glad that you spent time with them, and you'll always remember the things they
can tell you; fifty hours or fifty years of MTV contain no value at all and will be
forgotten in no time. Look at maps and aerial photos on the Web, and historical pages.
Try to find old books, magazines, and newspapers that will show you more accurately what
American society used to be like before MTV. Many libraries have old magazines like Good
Housekeeping and Popular Science on microfilm. Use these resources to challenge the crap,
the Jewish-controlled lies you're being taught in school these days.
What was really wrong with The Merchants of Cool? The premise of the program was that
we should calmly sit down with Jews and discuss their unparallelled destruction of White
culture as the destruction continues. What was right about the show? It proved, yet
again, why Jews have no place in civilized society. Thanks, PBS, for the pictures of
underage girls gyrating in whipped-cream bikinis, the images of idiots vomiting on
themselves and swimming in excrement, that leave no doubt as to what must be done for
White culture to survive.
It's not fair to you kids, but there's a war on. We're sorry it's gotten this far, but
we're working against a very powerful enemy; the Jew makes up for his tiny numbers with his
tenacity and his racial cohesiveness. Jews stick together like glue, and Whites must
learn to do the same.
Don't be a white nigger. Just Say No -- To Jews.
Ed. note: Information on the February 27, 2001
Frontline program, The Merchants of Cool, can be found on the PBS web site