Yesterday, I dropped my friend off at the airport. When I got back to my car I looked in the center console and noticed the cell phone accessory she left in there. My friend had passed security by then, and I wanted to get this thing back to her (not even sure what it was and what it did).
So, the idea was to ask a stranger to carry it through for me and give it to her. So now I needed to choose a stranger to ask to help me with this mission. This was a southern city airport, so aside from the various foreigners, there were a lot of nig nogs there. I'm not talking about business-suit, black bitches or sweater-vest, black men. The negros were mostly scruffy-looking and obese, the repulsive kind. Would I trust one of them to carry this item to my friend?
I saw an older white lady, but she was with a Middle Eastern looking man. I was "go" when I saw the white lady, but the man made me repulsed. I saw an older Chinese man, and that may have worked. However, they tend to be so serious, and that makes me uncomfortable. Then I saw them, a white man and a white lady going up to use the kiosk for the same airline my friend was using. The young lady had a unique, green-colored shirt and fake blonde hair. I saw them from the back and assumed they were a couple, but they weren't. It was actually father and daughter. I'm such an idiot. Anyway, I asked them to help me carry this item to my friend. I took a picture of them from the back and sent it to my friend. I got the guy's phone number, and sent him a picture of my friend and the section she was at. I found out they were going to Minneapolis, so maybe they were part Swedish because they didn't look fully Swedish.
I later found out that they item was handed off successfully, but even before that this situation was completed, it made me feel a kinship with my own kind. I suppose there is a little more to it, than that, though. Now that I think about it, even nig nogs would be foolish to trust their own kind. If I were a nig nog in this situation, I'd like to think I'd know well enough to also go looking for nice, white people to trust. So this also testifies to the good nature of white people (crooks and thugs aside). If you put them in a situation where they can help you, they typically, more often than any other race feel compelled towards this act of goodness for the reward that it brings afterwards, that feeling you are doing something good without a direct repayment for it. I feel the same way, and it feels great to be a part of the most good and nice people in the world.
I also was a little concerned that if I got someone bad to help me, my lady friend might be harassed in some way. None of that happened, because I went with white people.