[–] Canada_is_gay 0 points 68 points (+68|-0) ago 

I grew up in a pretty cosmopolitan area, and definitely had "diversity melting pot" garbage force fed to me in public schools. My parents were did not hate niggers, and in retrospect apologized too much, but were mildly race realists. They would tell me things like, "There are lots of good black people...blacks have historically had it hard...(etc.)" But then turn around and be like, "But don't ever got to that neighborhood, it's just not safe for white kids...You do have to be extra careful around blacks, they'll call you a racist at the drop of a hat if they see advantage to it." Then on the "third hand" while I lived in a white neighborhood of course they bussed in monkeys to school and I could see generally speaking the difference between white kids and apes intelligence, behavior, effort, etc. So there was a bit of a battle for my mind growing up.

Senior year in high school held a day that was the big turning point for me. One of the assistant track coaches (nigger) had decided that the team was going to a local "Martin Luther King Peace Day" block party to support the community and try to raise some money selling sodas and stuff. I later learned that the head track coach (white guy) had opposed the idea for logical reasons like it being held in a crumby (read: nigger) neighborhood and thus not a great idea to have a bunch of kids obviously walking around with cash. Of course Coach Niggy had called him a racist for not wanting to participate in sacred MLK day and the vice principle (Nigger) gave Coach Niggy the go ahead to do it on a volunteer basis. I didn't know any of this at the time.

I was one of the team captains so I volunteered to participate because I thought that's what a good team captain would do. I drive my new (old pos, but new to me) car that I'd saved up from my part time job for over and figure it will be fine. Since it wasn't mandatory of course the turnout wasn't very big. It was only me and like seven other kids, three white four North American Pavement Apes. The turnout to this block party event in general was virtually all black of course. Coach Niggy meets us all and gives us some stuff to sell. Then he says he's going to go "mingle" and leaves us to our own ends (No, this was not normal and at any other school event I ever went to the sponsoring faculty member stayed right on hand of course)

A little while in we've sold some stuff and had some cash and a couple of the niggy kids in genius fashion propose that we just steal the money. I thought they were kidding at first and joked along offering that we could say we got robbed and no one could say otherwise since Coach Niggy had left us, and in the end it would be his fault. They liked this idea and suddenly I realized they were serious. Now I was no goodie two shoes in high school but we only had a few hundred dollars, I was college bound, and of course it was not worth the risk and the trouble over. I tried to point this out and the niggers dismissed it as, "There's no risk, it's free money."

At this point things get kinda serious. Two of the white kids leave not wanting anything to do with it. Two of the niggers aren't really pushing for it, but agree to go along if everyone else is. The other white kid and I remain defiant. Finally the niggers take the money, divide it among themselves asking us what are we going to do to sop them, and walk off. I was pretty pissed, but naively trusted the system and figured Coach Niggy was gonna tear them a new one when he found out. When he did get back to wrap things it was just me and the other remaining white kid with what was left of the sodas and stuff and a fraction of the money we should have had. Coach Niggy asked us where the money was and what happened to everyone else. We told him the whole story and he said he would talk to the other kids and settle things.

I go back to my car. The windows had been smashed in and my car stereo and some CDs stolen. It wasn't a fancy stereo or anything, just an aftermarket CD player, but it was to a 17 year old who had just bought the car and the stereo himself it was devastating. I remember being most pissed of all that whoever broke in was such an asshole that instead of just breaking one window to get in they had broken all four. Like fucking why? It's the first time I ever remember hearing my father use the word "niggers." His response was, "Fucking niggers. It shouldn't have happened and it's not your fault, but this is why we always told you not to go to (black neighborhoods). They just don't care. It was the middle of the day, at a 'peace day' festival. It's impossible that whoever did it wasn't seen in broad daylight. And no one cared." That put things into perspective for me a lot.

The next day at school I was called into the principles office to be asked about the stolen money. When asked the niggers had said it was me and the other white kid who stayed who took the money, and that's why everyone else left, because they didn't want to be thieves. I was told I could give the money back and just be suspended from school and kicked off the track team, or if I didn't the police would be involved. I was livid. I think much to everyone's surprise I demanded the police get involved. I was taken to the school safety officer (fat, worthless nigger school cop) office and treated like a criminal. I gave a statement of events. The fat nigger cop just kept saying, "You know this is a lot easier if you just give the money back." I'm told the other white kid has already confessed and I'm just making things worse on myself. I stand by the facts. Finally he tells me since I won't "do the right thing" I was going to be taken to the police station and officially charged. I was practically in tears. How the hell did this happen? All I could muster was a demand to call my parents. I was told I could call them when I got to the station.

When I got there the other white kid was there with his mom. I didn't get to talk to him but later learned he'd gotten the same treatment as me. Somewhere in the process my parents had been called and my mom was waiting for me too. She told me that my father was with some actual police and the other white kid's dad down at the school trying to sort things out. I was made to sit at some cop's desk and told that they just wanted to talk to me, my mom couldn't be there directly while they did, but she would be waiting in the police station and told everything that was going on. This cop talks to me and asked me what had happened. He wasn't exactly nice, but he was professional. I gave him my statement, he went and di something with it and then just kinda sat there for several hours while he worked on stuff that I guess had nothing to do with me. Finally, after about four hours another cop comes back bringing my mom with him and says that I'm free to go, they'd determined that everything I'd said was true, and the apologized for the trouble. In the moment I was just relieved, but would shortly become pissed as fuck.

As it turns out, the school's "investigation" had consisted of Coach Niggy and Vice Principle Niggy asking the niggers what had happened. And they weren't treated as criminals like the two of us had been, they had simply been called into VP Niggy's office and asked as a group. When they collectively blamed the two of us they decided we were guilty. The other two white kids who had just bailed had never been questioned by anyone. When our parents had found this all out they flipped their shit. The actual cops got involved and interviewed the other two white kids who corroborated what we had said. This led to the cops interviewing the niggers separately, whose stories then began to fall apart. Finally a couple of the niggers were trapped in their lies and confessed.

What really got me though was the repercussions for the niggers. Practically nothing. The niggers who stole the money, and then tried to criminally blame me, were given in school suspension. This was at the pushing of VP Niggy who said, "They're kids, let's not ruin their lives by getting them papers at a young age over a mistake and a few hundred dollars." This was the same VP Niggy who was ready to have me and the other white kid get criminally charged, probably ruining our college futures et al, without even doing a real look at the facts. When the head principle found out had badly VP Niggy had fucked up handling things he did make him personally apologize to me and the other white kid, but that was the end of it. As far as I know nothing ever happened to Coach Niggy for going off to "mingle" with his dawgs or whatever at niggerfest instead of overseeing his terrible brainchild.

To make matters worse, at the end of the day most of the niggers on the track team were openly hostile to me and the white kids for, "Not being cool." Guys I'd been teammates with for four years suddenly didn't like me because I didn't help some of their fellow shitskins steal. Niggers gonna nig.

[–] Canada_is_gay 0 points 42 points (+42|-0) ago 

All it would've taken was one nigger involved doing the right thing that day and that whole issue never would've existed. Just one nigger could've stood up to the others and about stealing the money. Just one nigger could've been honest when they were caught. Just one of the niggers in charge (VP Niggy, Coach Niggy, Fat Niggy Cop) could've been a professional and not swarmed to side with the theving niggers. But none of them could fucking do it.

I've seen the two lessons I learned from that day in the years since:

1) "Yes, all niggers." Because you might sometimes run into a nigger who seems like a decent guy, and maybe most of the times is. But as soon as you put him among his fellow niggies he's gonna nig. They're animals, they can't help themselves. You can take a monkey out of the jungle and maybe even teach it a few tricks. But if you put that thing back in with the rest of the barrel it's gonna start throwing shit with the rest of them. There is no individual, only the collective niggerdom.

2) Beware the nigger pass. It doesn't matter what he does. It doesn't matter who he hurts in the process. Niggy will always have other niggies and animal sympathizers running to his defense to "give him another chance...he came from a different background...(etc)" in the most unbelievable ways. Niggers are never held accountable for their actions the way humans are.

Both these facts are undeniable, and as a result you can never have a truly quality society that has niggers in it.

[–] whiterknight 0 points 13 points (+13|-0) ago  (edited ago)

Seriously, that was a great story, thanks for sharing. In the end it's good you learned at a formative age about the facts of life (at least where niggers are concerned). I grow eyes in the back of my head when I'm around niggers. It can save your life.

The biggest irony about your narrative is that you were there in advance of "their cause". They were there and wanted to steal against their own cause. Niggers pretty much have no low point. The lesson learned is not to help them in any way whatsoever, ever.

[–] White_Collar_Crimnal 0 points 6 points (+6|-0) ago 

G'dam! I have a new respect for you. Too bad cuz I love Canada!

[–] Res_Publica 1 points 7 points (+8|-1) ago 

If he’s right about the niggers, he’s probably right about Canada, too.

[–] TheSavageCabbage 0 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago 

Goddamn, shit like this happens all the fucking time but WE are the racists?

It's cool, though. Like this random commenter on a random site once said: "Keep waking people up, Tyrone, and you aren't going to like what you get."

[–] ExceIsior 0 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago 

Now imagine a future that already is a reality for most city kids, where they're outnumbered by Nigs 10:1.

They'd just gang up on them.

Plus they're subjected to "Nigs are human" brainwashing 24/7.

At least you had those other two white children to help you.

[–] ShitArchon 0 points 1 points (+1|-0) ago  (edited ago)

Example: Chinese Girl In The Ghetto by Ying Ma

[–] OdinsMessenger 0 points 37 points (+37|-0) ago 

I sat for years under the liberal banner just denying all the shit niggers did, but I was still subconsciously observing and cataloging it. It was when I got told to my face that I'm racist because I'm white. I tried to argue back saying I wasn't, but they wouldn't have any of it. It just all clicked in my head, like holy shit, these people are just hateful assholes, then I allowed in all that information I'd normally filter out and it's just like these people are irredeemable savages that are a plague on society.

[–] ConflictedSelfloathe 0 points 13 points (+13|-0) ago 

Same for me. I liked a lot of individual negro kids growing up, the kids from the embezzlers and affirmative action doctorates that were mannered enough to act white, but as a group, I still understood to steer clear.

[–] ohgoodlord 1 points 5 points (+6|-1) ago 

I hear you. I still have two Black friends, they were sort of goth-y or maybe you could call it emo in high school. They read a lot of books and just felt left out of everything. They were both raised by the older generation (grandma and grandpa) who emphasized church-school-family, had the same blue collar jobs for 30 years, and just had no time for the ghetto shit.

[–] AristotleCLONE 2 points -1 points (+1|-2) ago  (edited ago)

...these people are irredeemable savages that are a plague on society.

Top 7 Reasons Why we white people tell the most lies

[–] BugCityBeatdown 0 points 9 points (+9|-0) ago 

If I spam this jews greenscreen news video backed up by fuck-all except anecdotal evidence, surely the white man will see the error of his civilized ways.

Get back to detroit you chicken nugget scoon

[–] Chimpanboon 0 points 34 points (+34|-0) ago  (edited ago)

I was shipped to an In-N-Out Burger in California when it was first built. I was 18, freshman year. I had never worked with Niggers. The White Manager was from South Carolina. She loved the black beasts. I have never been treated so poorly in my life. It was not a diverse crowd. A lot of people would apply, Whites, Hispanics, Asian, but for some reason, this Plantation Style, Nigger Lover, Whore, kept the ratio of 15-1 apes. The area was a rich white area too. It was a very nice neighborhood. Average home price is about 1M.

Till this day I have never been physically attacked on the job. In-N-Out was the only exception. I ended up punching this one nigger beast in the kidney who hit me first in self-defense. I saw what it was like interacting with "them". The attitudes, the laziness, loudness, rudeness, lack of desire to do anything well, the constant harassment for nothing other than my skin color. Any white person who says blacks are cool is probably a rich white who gets to interact with the GAP / H&M version black. Reverse racism is real. My eyes were open. I thought everything I have been taught that "they are just like us" was a lie. I was filled with anger, contempt, and hate for my teachers, the lying MSM, and everyone who has contributed to this crime against humans.

[–] IsaacJan 1 points 30 points (+31|-1) ago 

Never use the phrase reverse racism again.

[–] richGroff 2 points 1 points (+3|-2) ago 

rich white

GAP / H&M

Um, no.

[–] Chimpanboon 0 points 8 points (+8|-0) ago 

As in GAP / H&M advertisements, posters, etc... Old Navy blacks https://twitter.com/OldNavy/status/726063493955342336 https://art8amby.wordpress.com/2011/07/09/united-colours-of-benetton-fall-winter-2011-ad-campaign/ I can't really think of many examples for other brands like Lanvin, Balmain, etc..

[–] ProgNaziGator 0 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago 

I grew up poor enough those were rich people to me as well.

Don't be a snobby cunt to a civilized brother.

[–] AristotleCLONE 3 points -3 points (+0|-3) ago  (edited ago)

Clearly you have rode around on racism's Apple Cart for your entire, life, as I am the one who was sent to tip over thine Cart. Allow me, to present...

Exhibit A: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywi02x_QxQ4

...

Exhibit B: "systematic racial discrimination"

...

Exhibit C:

by Robert Jensen

Here's what white privilege sounds like:

I am sitting in my University of Texas office, talking to a very bright and very conservative white student about affirmative action in college admissions, which he opposes and I support.

The student says he wants a level playing field with no unearned advantages for anyone. I ask him whether he thinks that in the United States being white has advantages. Have either of us, I ask, ever benefited from being white in a world run mostly by white people? Yes, he concedes, there is something real and tangible we could call white privilege.

So, if we live in a world of white privilege--unearned white privilege--how does that affect your notion of a level playing field? I ask.

He paused for a moment and said, "That really doesn't matter."

That statement, I suggested to him, reveals the ultimate white privilege: the privilege to acknowledge you have unearned privilege but ignore what it means.

That exchange led me to rethink the way I talk about race and racism with students. It drove home to me the importance of confronting the dirty secret that we white people carry around with us everyday: In a world of white privilege, some of what we have is unearned. I think much of both the fear and anger that comes up around discussions of affirmative action has its roots in that secret. So these days, my goal is to talk openly and honestly about white supremacy and white privilege.

White privilege, like any social phenomenon, is complex. In a white supremacist culture, all white people have privilege, whether or not they are overtly racist themselves. There are general patterns, but such privilege plays out differently depending on context and other aspects of one's identity (in my case, being male gives me other kinds of privilege). Rather than try to tell others how white privilege has played out in their lives, I talk about how it has affected me.

I am as white as white gets in this country. I am of northern European heritage and I was raised in North Dakota, one of the whitest states in the country. I grew up in a virtually all-white world surrounded by racism, both personal and institutional. Because I didn't live near a reservation, I didn't even have exposure to the state's only numerically significant non-white population, American Indians.

I have struggled to resist that racist training and the ongoing racism of my culture. I like to think I have changed, even though I routinely trip over the lingering effects of that internalized racism and the institutional racism around me. But no matter how much I "fix" myself, one thing never changes--I walk through the world with white privilege.

What does that mean? Perhaps most importantly, when I seek admission to a university, apply for a job, or hunt for an apartment, I don't look threatening. Almost all of the people evaluating me for those things look like me--they are white. They see in me a reflection of themselves, and in a racist world that is an advantage. I smile. I am white. I am one of them. I am not dangerous. Even when I voice critical opinions, I am cut some slack. After all, I'm white.

My flaws also are more easily forgiven because I am white. Some complain that affirmative action has meant the university is saddled with mediocre minority professors. I have no doubt there are minority faculty who are mediocre, though I don't know very many. As Henry Louis Gates Jr. once pointed out, if affirmative action policies were in place for the next hundred years, it's possible that at the end of that time the university could have as many mediocre minority professors as it has mediocre white professors. That isn't meant as an insult to anyone, but is a simple observation that white privilege has meant that scores of second-rate white professors have slid through the system because their flaws were overlooked out of solidarity based on race, as well as on gender, class and ideology.

Some people resist the assertions that the United States is still a bitterly racist society and that the racism has real effects on real people. But white folks have long cut other white folks a break. I know, because I am one of them.

I am not a genius--as I like to say, I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I have been teaching full-time for six years, and I've published a reasonable amount of scholarship. Some of it is the unexceptional stuff one churns out to get tenure, and some of it, I would argue, actually is worth reading. I work hard, and I like to think that I'm a fairly decent teacher. Every once in awhile, I leave my office at the end of the day feeling like I really accomplished something. When I cash my paycheck, I don't feel guilty.

But, all that said, I know I did not get where I am by merit alone. I benefited from, among other things, white privilege. That doesn't mean that I don't deserve my job, or that if I weren't white I would never have gotten the job. It means simply that all through my life, I have soaked up benefits for being white. I grew up in fertile farm country taken by force from non-white indigenous people. I was educated in a well-funded, virtually all-white public school system in which I learned that white people like me made this country great. There I also was taught a variety of skills, including how to take standardized tests written by and for white people.

All my life I have been hired for jobs by white people. I was accepted for graduate school by white people. And I was hired for a teaching position at the predominantly white University of Texas, which had a white president, in a college headed by a white dean and in a department with a white chairman that at the time had one non-white tenured professor.

There certainly is individual variation in experience. Some white people have had it easier than me, probably because they came from wealthy families that gave them even more privilege. Some white people have had it tougher than me because they came from poorer families. White women face discrimination I will never know. But, in the end, white people all have drawn on white privilege somewhere in their lives.

Like anyone, I have overcome certain hardships in my life. I have worked hard to get where I am, and I work hard to stay there. But to feel good about myself and my work, I do not have to believe that "merit," as defined by white people in a white country, alone got me here. I can acknowledge that in addition to all that hard work, I got a significant boost from white privilege, which continues to protect me every day of my life from certain hardships.

At one time in my life, I would not have been able to say that, because I needed to believe that my success in life was due solely to my individual talent and effort. I saw myself as the heroic American, the rugged individualist. I was so deeply seduced by the culture's mythology that I couldn't see the fear that was binding me to those myths. Like all white Americans, I was living with the fear that maybe I didn't really deserve my success, that maybe luck and privilege had more to do with it than brains and hard work. I was afraid I wasn't heroic or rugged, that I wasn't special.

I let go of some of that fear when I realized that, indeed, I wasn't special, but that I was still me. What I do well, I still can take pride in, even when I know that the rules under which I work in are stacked in my benefit. I believe that until we let go of the fiction that people have complete control over their fate--that we can will ourselves to be anything we choose--then we will live with that fear. Yes, we should all dream big and pursue our dreams and not let anyone or anything stop us. But we all are the product both of what we will ourselves to be and what the society in which we live lets us be.

White privilege is not something I get to decide whether or not I want to keep. Every time I walk into a store at the same time as a black man and the security guard follows him and leaves me alone to shop, I am benefiting from white privilege. There is not space here to list all the ways in which white privilege plays out in our daily lives, but it is clear that I will carry this privilege with me until the day white supremacy is erased from this society.

Frankly, I don't think I will live to see that day; I am realistic about the scope of the task. However, I continue to have hope, to believe in the creative power of human beings to engage the world honestly and act morally. A first step for white people, I think, is to not be afraid to admit that we have benefited from white privilege. It doesn't mean we are frauds who have no claim to our success. It means we face a choice about what we do with our success.

[–] biaxident 0 points 14 points (+14|-0) ago 

get out of here you worthless nigger

[–] yinyang40 0 points 5 points (+5|-0) ago 

If I see two dogs and one is a Cocker Spaniel and the other is a Daschund I know which one is more likely to be a worthless little ankle biting shithead. People can say one dog benefits from privilege. I don't care, call it what you wish. Just imagine a dog that has the option to appear as if it's the Cocker Spaniel being ruthlessly persecuted by the German Shepherd but in reality it's a fucking sewer rat and nobody can see it. That's privilege! That's Jew Privilege! Living in, stirring up and spreading shit around the world 24/7 while at the same time claiming victim status.

[–] ardvarcus 1 points 28 points (+29|-1) ago 

I don't hate anybody. I recognize obvious truths. Niggers commit a vastly disproportionate amount of violence crime. Even when they are not committing crimes, they are throwing trash around, making buildings and streets filthy, getting drunk, taking drugs, putting their daughters out as whores. Niggers degrade any community in which they live. They reduce the quality of life for everybody of any race. They are loud, obnoxious, dirty, stinking, vulgar animals who can't be trusted not to steal, and can't be trusted not to attack or kill someone for no reason. Collectively they are a massive burden on Western societies. You might as well let a bunch of apes wander your streets, ride your buses, live in your apartment buildings, go to your schools, and rape your women. If every nigger was removed from America tomorrow, America would lose ... nothing. I don't hate them, I see what they really are. I know them, and all the bullshit in the liberal, Jew-controlled media won't change that.

[–] Whitemail 0 points 7 points (+7|-0) ago 

Niggers should be living in a jungle somewhere. Then everything would be alright.

[–] fatzero 0 points 5 points (+5|-0) ago 

The real version of wakanda, south Africa

[–] spirallocus 0 points 26 points (+26|-0) ago  (edited ago)

The internet, where truth is unveiled for all to see.

More specifically: I remember reading about the Christian/Newsom murders and wondered how any 'human' was capable of such evil, I was sickened by the lack of media coverage while black groups continue to guilt trip whites over Emmett Till like it's relevant. To see the perpetrators praised by many blacks as some kind of heroes made me lose all hope.

More recently: the rise of the BLM movement including all the lies and false narratives in spite of the truth (eg. Travon Martin, Mike Brown, Sandra Bland etc.). Also the neverending barrage of anti-white hysteria from the left wing establishment has driven me to become race realist.

[–] kona_mocha 0 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago 

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January 6, 2007

Location: Knoxville,TN

Victim(s): Channon Gail Christian 21, Hugh Christopher Newsom, Jr. 23.

Attacker(s): Letalvis D. Cobbins, Lemaricus D. Davidson, George Thomas, Eric Boyd, Vanessa Coleman

Description: Channon & Chris were carjacked near Knoxville Center Mall & Washington Ridge Apt complex. They were taken 3 miles away to Chipman street where Chris was tortured & sodomized before being shot & set on fire.

Channon was sexually tortured for days, bleach poured over/in her to hide evidence. Hog-tied, her face was wrapped in a plastic bag, and was placed in a large trash can, where she slowly suffocated to death.

According to news reports, Christian and Newsom had gone on a date at a local restaurant on Saturday, January 6, 2007, but did not return home. During their night out, the couple were carjacked, bound and blindfolded by three males, and "taken back to Lemaricus Devall 'Slim' Davidson's rented house on Chipman Street."[6]

Christian's parents found her abandoned Toyota 4-Runner two blocks away from the Chipman Street house the following Monday with the help of her mobile phone provider. An envelope recovered from the vehicle yielded fingerprint evidence that led police to Lemaricus Davidson and 2316 Chipman Street. When police went to the address on Tuesday, January 9, they found the home unoccupied and Christian's body in a trash can in the kitchen.

According to the testimony of the Knox County Acting Medical Examiner Dr. Darinka Mileusnic-Polchan at the subsequent trial of Eric Boyd, Newsom was repeatedly sodomized with an object and then blindfolded, gagged, arms and feet bound and his head covered. Barefoot, he was either led or dragged outside the house to a set of nearby railroad tracks. He was shot in the back of the head, the neck, and the back, and his body then set on fire.

Channon's death came only after hours of sexual torture, medical examiner Mileusnic-Polchan testified. Channon suffered horrific injuries to her vagina, anus and mouth. She was not only raped but savaged with "an object," possibly a broken chair leg, the doctor testified. She was beaten in the head. Some type of chemical was poured down her throat, and her body, including her bleeding and battered genital area, likely scrubbed with the same solution - all while Channon was alive, the forensic expert said. She was then "hog-tied," with curtains and strips of bedding, her face covered tightly with a small trash bag and her body stashed inside five large trash bags before being placed inside a large trash can and covered with sheets. Channon died slowly, suffocating, the medical examiner said.

Lemaricus D. Davidson Sentenced to death. Letalvis D. Cobbins Life w/o parole. Vanessa Coleman 35 yrs. Already eligible for parole, denied 2014. Next parole date is 2020 George Thomas Life w/parole. Eric Boyd 18 years. Will be released in October 2022.

Archive.is Link(s):

https://archive.is/yP6Ze Wikipedia entry.

https://archive.is/b3ePr More detail about the crimes.

https://archive.is/ma7R1 The parents reacting to claims that their kids were “in the wrong neighborhood and got what they deserved”.

https://archive.is/OBWL0 Yahoo article about documentary called “Forever Changed”.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/NmnMePBH1odi/ A short documentary about the crime.

https://archive.fo/K1WbQ Boyd is charged with murder 11 years after the crime 3-18.

https://archive.is/V8l3M Channon’s find a grave memorial.

https://archive.is/LQdKt Chris’s find a grave memorial.


https://archive.is/lcQgk Retrospective 10 years on.

https://archive.is/U9Peq Christian surname info Ancestry.com.

https://archive.li/zG8RQ Christian surname info surname database.

https://archive.li/Y1KcQ Newsom surname info Ancestry.com.

https://archive.li/Dy3Qg Newsome surname info Ancestry.com.

https://archive.li/au1kt Newsom surname info house of names.

[–] SIayfire122 0 points 5 points (+5|-0) ago 

Well that's one way to infuriate me. They all should have been hanged.

[–] bootstraps 0 points 21 points (+21|-0) ago 

I've been through a lot. I managed to excuse a lot too--getting robbed, losing jobs to affirmative action niggers, watching them destroy cities I lived in brick-by-brick until the cities ran out of bricks. I refused to condemn them for it.

Then I started working with them. Lots of them. I couldn't avoid them anymore. And the company I worked for seemed designed to accommodate their every want. I worked an upper middle class job. A lot of the whites were from average to even elite colleges, with fields of study applicable to our business. The niggers were from on-line schools or community colleges, usually with studies unrelated to our business' function. Not necessarily a problem, but indicative of the lower standards applied to them.

I kept a low profile--I don't make trouble for people who leave me alone. Then I applied for a promotion. Several decades of experience. Respected by coworkers. Ivy League degree. Complete ninja in my field. My interview was off the charts it went so well--just perfect start to finish.

But something went wrong. The hiring manager (a nigger) pulled me aside the next week to let me know that I had been eliminated from consideration. His reasoning was that the job was so important that the company couldn't "settle"--the position had to be filled by the perfect candidate and I was only close to perfect.

And who was the "perfect" candidate? A nigger woman with zero experience who had been fired three times in two years. She didn't even know what our business was. Normally when new hires are announced, we get a brief biography of their qualifications--basically to establish them as an authority figure. Not with this one. We got an email with her name (with obvious nigger spelling) and a description of her as "bringing flavor." Nothing else. No descriptions of her education or experience, just that she was bringing "flavor."

Obviously that opened my eyes and I started looking around. I started keeping score. I noticed that the careers of white guys were just stalled. We were all coming in at 7:00 AM and leaving late. The niggers...they showed up around 11:00 and often left before 3:00. They weren't expected to work. And they also had one-hour lunches in there. You would think this would have made them happy. But no, even that was not enough. They actually campaigned to be allowed to stay home. Their reasoning? That they don't do any work so why come to the office... And their demand was given consideration.

One time I was given an opportunity to review off-site support staff. Just basic stuff--who was causing trouble and who was doing a good job. So I made a list of names. The good and the bad. I didn't put much thought into it. We had about forty people in that group. My "bad" list had ten names. Now that support group also happened to have ten niggers... What are the odds that my list had every single nigger on it? Well, the odds turned out to be 100% because that's what my list had. And it was the last thing I was going for. I couldn't have done that if I tried.

I learned that our company had a parallel human resources department. It's designed to monitor niggers. Their job reviews and raises had to be at least equal to or above other races. We didn't just have affirmative action. If a manager failed to hire a nigger, the manager had to complete a report on why they had failed. And that report was reviewed by a diversity panel (niggers). The manager was then given "training."

I couldn't begin to calculate the resources expended on all of this.

The happy ending to that story was that the nigger manager who screwed me has since been fired. The damage he caused was amazing because it's damn near impossible to fire a nigger.

The moral of this story is not that I hate niggers. That's an easy enough conclusion to reach--and we all get their in our own time.

The thing I think is most important to remember is that niggers did not take control. There are white people who are betraying us. Whether they are protecting their own position or just want to cause mischief or whatever reason they might have, white people are allowing this to happen to other whites.

We can stop this madness by policing ourselves.

[–] devilchao0 0 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago 

(((white))) people you mean.

[–] Reddit_gave_me_AIDS 0 points 21 points (+21|-0) ago 

I grew up in Detroit......

[–] mralexson [S] 0 points 7 points (+7|-0) ago 

Honestly how Detroit even still a city and not a Chernobyl ghost town

[–] Reddit_gave_me_AIDS 0 points 18 points (+18|-0) ago 

Large parts of it are a ghost town. Detroit used to have millions of residents which is now down to a few hundred thousand welfare niggers. Most neighborhoods are largely abandoned with 3/4 or so houses empty or burned-out. Police don't bother going into neighborhoods; too dangerous. It's Mad Max level shit and the (((media))) never mentions how bad it is.

[–] White_Collar_Crimnal 0 points 4 points (+4|-0) ago 

Nuff said

[–] CRKT_M16Z 0 points 19 points (+19|-0) ago 

5th grade. My mom changed the elementary school we went to, requiring us to ride the bus to school. Even just riding to and from school, they acted differently than the rest of the normal kids. Plus, they'd always leave that greasy film on the seats and windows.

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