Frank - 13 September 2008 08:53 PM
Frank,
Given the chance I’m sure some Southern states would turn the tables - not returning to outright slavery but at least to the extent of having a government that slightly favors whites. The South isn’t quite as suicidal as the rest of the US, so I suspect we’d reject putting our own people last as has every western European nation....
2nd post - I wrote all this because I don’t think most whites understand this. Whether that’s the case here, I dunno. Typically folks here seem to understand most such common sense points, but then if that were the case entirely what would be the point of making any response whatsoever to this issue?
Well firstly I’m for the perfect law of liberty. It is what sets us free and whatever sets us higher and the alien in our midst lower is morally right in my book and i think the Good book as well.
Your 2nd bit I have just a quote from one of my favorite stories for you…
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“Half the trouble is the stupidity of the whites,” said Roberts, pausing to take a swig from his glass and to curse the Samoan bar-boy in affectionate terms. “If the white man would lay himself out a bit to understand the workings of the black man’s mind, most of the messes would be avoided.”
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Don’t talk to me about understanding the nigger. The white man’s mission is to farm the world, and it’s a big enough job cut out for him. What time has he got left to understand niggers anyway?”
“Just so,” said Roberts. “And somehow it doesn’t seem necessary, after all, to understand the niggers. In direct proportion to the white man’s stupidity is his success in farming the world--”
“And putting the fear of God into the nigger’s heart,” Captain Woodward blurted out. “Perhaps you’re right, Roberts. Perhaps it’s his stupidity that makes him succeed, and surely one phase of his stupidity is his inability to understand the niggers. But there’s one thing sure, the white has to run the niggers whether he understands them or not. It’s inevitable. It’s fate.”
“And of course the white man is inevitable--it’s the niggers’ fate,” Roberts broke in. “Tell the white man there’s pearl shell in some lagoon infested by ten-thousand howling cannibals, and he’ll head there all by his lonely, with half a dozen kanaka divers and a tin alarm clock for chronometer, all packed like sardines on a commodious, five-ton ketch. Whisper that there’s a gold strike at the North Pole, and that same inevitable white-skinned creature will set out at once, armed with pick and shovel, a side of bacon, and the latest patent rocker--and what’s more, he’ll get there. Tip it off to him that there’s diamonds on the red-hot ramparts of hell, and Mr. White Man will storm the ramparts and set old Satan himself to pick-and-shovel work. That’s what comes of being stupid and inevitable.”
