I never tire of these heartwarming tales of liberals getting assaulted by reality! :D

http://www.nytimes.com/2004/10/31/magazine/31LIVES.html

When our friends asked us to house-sit, we felt very fortunate. We had just had a baby, so I wasn't working. I had lived in this part of London more than 10 years before: once grand, later bohemian, it was now sadly run-down. People in the neighborhood warned us about the crack problems and break-ins, and the friendly local shopkeepers I remembered had become quick to argue with customers. Nearly every day I witnessed some kind of confrontation


I was alone in the house when it happened. We'd had a few deliveries that morning, and a friend had stopped by, so when the bell rang again, I thought nothing of opening the door. The young man smiled and asked if Craig was in, but before I could explain that he had the wrong house, his expression changed entirely, and he threw his shoulder against the door. What ensued was strange and confusing. I know I shouted, because he kept saying, ''Shut up, shut up,'' as he forced me into the house. There was panic and pushing and shoving. I remember the terrifying moment when he closed the door behind him, and I thought, Whatever it is he wants to do, I have no way to stop him. I was holding my son, 10 weeks old, and when he started screaming, everything stopped. The young man looked at us as if he were seeing us for the first time, then he turned and ran.

He came back a few times in the weeks that followed, sometimes with other men, but I never opened the door to him again, and after a while, he stopped coming. The police had a few theories about drug dealers and mistaken identity.

I feel vulnerable now, but what's more upsetting are the pangs of my liberal conscience. At this point, I think it is important to tell you that I'm white. The young man was black, and so this meant giving endless descriptions of young black men to police officers, two of whom didn't even write down what I said until I asked them why not. Their eyes glazed over at my indignation, and they dutifully added that the assailant had worn a hooded sweatshirt and baseball cap. I was angry but could see that my descriptions didn't help anyone: half of South London wears blue track suits and white sneakers. Too many black men are already stopped while they go about their own, perfectly lawful business

One of our neighbors was kind, welcoming me into her home one afternoon when I was too afraid to stay in the house alone. My baby slept soundly on her bed while she made me tea. I was grateful, but her commiserations made me uneasy. Her reassuring chatter quickly turned into talk of Them and how They made her afraid to go out at night, and I went home angry that I hadn't challenged her, that I just drank another cup. Ashamed too, because I knew that what drove me to spend the afternoon in her kitchen was the same kind of fear. It took me a while to admit it, but I was scared of black men for the first time in my life. For a month or so, I couldn't open the door to a black man, even if he had a messenger's uniform on. I would have felt easier had I been able to chalk that up to traumatic overreaction, but it wasn't only doorstep situations that were a problem. I also couldn't pass groups of black men in the nearby park. I would curse myself, appalled, but still walk the long way round.

She says the it was the first time she has been afraid of negroe males. Probably comes as a shock that they are not like Denzel Washington protecting whitey like in "Man on Fire".

I feel vulnerable now, but what's more upsetting are the pangs of my liberal conscience. At this point, I think it is important to tell you that I'm white. The young man was black, and so this meant giving endless descriptions of young black men to police officers, two of whom didn't even write down what I said until I asked them why not. Their eyes glazed over at my indignation, and they dutifully added that the assailant had worn a hooded sweatshirt and baseball cap. I was angry but could see that my descriptions didn't help anyone: half of South London wears blue track suits and white sneakers. Too many black men are already stopped while they go about their own, perfectly lawful business

One of our neighbors was kind, welcoming me into her home one afternoon when I was too afraid to stay in the house alone. My baby slept soundly on her bed while she made me tea. I was grateful, but her commiserations made me uneasy. Her reassuring chatter quickly turned into talk of Them and how They made her afraid to go out at night, and I went home angry that I hadn't challenged her, that I just drank another cup. Ashamed too, because I knew that what drove me to spend the afternoon in her kitchen was the same kind of fear. It took me a while to admit it, but I was scared of black men for the first time in my life


And still after being a victim of typical nigger criminals, she is concerned with her politically incorrect thoughts. And maybe causing some police harrassment of the decent, "lawful" apes. :rolleyes:

[font=Times New Roman][size=3]Somebody should tell her not to feel so bad at those thoughts, even Jesse Jackson is scared of Black men in the night.[/size][/font]

He came back a few times in the weeks that followed, sometimes with other men, but I never opened the door to him again, and after a while, he stopped coming. The police had a few theories about drug dealers and mistaken identity.

This broad is full of you-know-what. Even a Jamaican Silverback isn't this stupid. I imagine the TV version will go something like this:

*Scene 1 - first entry*

Steven (the well-dressed, charming Jamaican immigrant) : "Is Craig here, Miss?"

*enamored by Rachel's porcelain skin, and ravenesque hair, Steven lunges for the fair maiden *

Rachel: "No.... whaaat do you wan.."

* Immediately, the dashing young Black Brit sees Rachel has child in tow. All efforts to kiss the fair maiden's hand are foresaken. *

Steven: "Deeply sorry, M'lady. I was simply so taken by your beauty, I wished to show my appreciation, as it is the custom in my native land."

Rachel: "Well, sir, while I appreciate the sentiments, I'm a married woman & you've upset, as you can see, my child. That said, I wish more of the Brittsh people would simply accept your customs as part of our greater culture."

Steven: Yes, M'lady, I... I... must leave now."

* At this point, the embarrassed Steven runs away in shame over his act of forwardness *

* Scene 2 - Steven returns the following day with another recently arrived Jamaican immigrant & knocks on Rachel's door *

Steven: "Rachel, Rachel, could we please talk over our misunderstanding yesterday?"

Rachel:" Well, Steven... it is Steven, right?"

Steven: "Yes, yes most certainly, it is, in fact, Steven."

Rachel: " Who is your friend, Steven."

Steven: "Who? Oh, that's just Arthur."

* Steven's friend, Arthur, then responds *

Arthur: "Yes, miss, Steven informed me of what a lovely lady you were, so, being that the office of my medical practice is being renovated this week, & had spare time, I decided to come along."

Rachel: "How charming of you, Arthur. Today, however, isn't a good day for me to be admired, Jamaican style, though."

Steven: "Absolutely no problem there, Rachel. I'll try again later in the week"

.......

Well, what planet has she been living on for the past ten years?

[QUOTE=Abzug Hoffman]Well, what planet has she been living on for the past ten years?[/QUOTE]

Planet ZOG.

[QUOTE=Abzug Hoffman]Well, what planet has she been living on for the past ten years?[/QUOTE]


She obviously has had very little contact with niggers up until this point. That is usually the only type of person that truly believes all the crap about blacks being "our equals" That is very easy to do with the way they are portrayed in the media, after all.

[QUOTE=Cracker oftheWhip][font=Times New Roman][size=3]Somebody should tell her not to feel so bad at those thoughts, even Jesse Jackson is scared of Black men in the night.[/size][/font][/QUOTE]I remember some years ago Jackson saying that he would be more frightened walking down a dark, deserted street and running across a couple of his own kind than he would if these same two people were White. The uproar from nigger orgs was deafening and of course Jesse back-pedaled his ass off trying to remove his 10ee from his mouth. One thing is absolutely certain when it comes to kikes and muds: there is to be no internal criticism whatsoever - no matter how high up in the hierarchy you may be perched.

[QUOTE=HoaxThis]I remember some years ago Jackson saying that he would be more frightened walking down a dark, deserted street and running across a couple of his own kind than he would if these same two people were White. [/QUOTE]


Jesse Jackson actually said this?

[QUOTE=hitler goddess]Jesse Jackson actually said this?[/QUOTE]Hell yeah he did. And I'm sure I'm not the only VNNer here old enough to remember that little faux pas of his!

After the war, there will be many like this woman in the re-education camps.

Some will be rehabilitated and some will be incorrigible............this woman may be a boarder-line case.

[QUOTE=brutus]After the war, there will be many like this woman in the re-education camps.

Some will be rehabilitated and some will be incorrigible............this woman may be a boarder-line case.[/QUOTE]


If becoming one of the many victims of nigger criminals can't cure this woman of her ignorance, I don't know what else could.

RE: HG

If becoming one of the many victims of nigger criminals can't cure this woman of her ignorance, I don't know what else could.

This is a good point, Sister..........And why I continue to mention the necessity for re-education camps.

The woman receives a "lesson in reality" of what it’s like to be victimized by a nigger....

and then what happens?

She sits down and watches TV where niggers are idolized and the evil Whites are all racists. Her "lesson in reality" is muted, distorted and blunted. Currently, the way how PC society is now, no one will empathize with her, for fear of being called a racist themselves. She is utterly alone and afraid to confront reality. She is caught in the jew’s mind-control web. And therefore unable to change.

In the re-education camps, Whites will be able to express their feelings of rage, resentment, stress and frustration caused by being forced to live in a multi-cult nightmare. And thereby, receive the natural therapeutic healing necessary to be able to see the real truth without distortion. And then hopefully she would be able to re-evaluate her “lesson in reality” in a healthy and proper manner and thereby be able to see the error in her thinking and then change for the better.

Compassionate racism? :eek:

[QUOTE=brutus]In the re-education camps, Whites will be able to express their feelings of rage, resentment, stress and frustration caused by being forced to live in a multi-cult nightmare. And thereby, receive the natural therapeutic healing necessary to be able to see the real truth without distortion. And then hopefully she would be able to re-evaluate her “lesson in reality” in a healthy and proper manner and thereby be able to see the error in her thinking and then change for the better.

Compassionate racism? :eek:[/QUOTE]

I don't think the re-education will be much of a big deal. Most people are quite malleable to external influences. Just being in an all-white community with no jewish propaganda will do wonders in of itself.

Too bad the nigger didn't kill the weak-minded bitch.

Oh well. There's always next time.

[QUOTE=Kievsky]I never tire of these heartwarming tales of liberals getting assaulted by reality! :D

http://www.nytimes.com/2004/10/31/magazine/31LIVES.html

When our friends asked us to house-sit, we felt very fortunate. We had just had a baby, so I wasn't working. I had lived in this part of London more than 10 years before: once grand, later bohemian, it was now sadly run-down. People in the neighborhood warned us about the crack problems and break-ins, and the friendly local shopkeepers I remembered had become quick to argue with customers. Nearly every day I witnessed some kind of confrontation


I was alone in the house when it happened. We'd had a few deliveries that morning, and a friend had stopped by, so when the bell rang again, I thought nothing of opening the door. The young man smiled and asked if Craig was in, but before I could explain that he had the wrong house, his expression changed entirely, and he threw his shoulder against the door. What ensued was strange and confusing. I know I shouted, because he kept saying, ''Shut up, shut up,'' as he forced me into the house. There was panic and pushing and shoving. I remember the terrifying moment when he closed the door behind him, and I thought, Whatever it is he wants to do, I have no way to stop him. I was holding my son, 10 weeks old, and when he started screaming, everything stopped. The young man looked at us as if he were seeing us for the first time, then he turned and ran.

He came back a few times in the weeks that followed, sometimes with other men, but I never opened the door to him again, and after a while, he stopped coming. The police had a few theories about drug dealers and mistaken identity.

I feel vulnerable now, but what's more upsetting are the pangs of my liberal conscience. At this point, I think it is important to tell you that I'm white. The young man was black, and so this meant giving endless descriptions of young black men to police officers, two of whom didn't even write down what I said until I asked them why not. Their eyes glazed over at my indignation, and they dutifully added that the assailant had worn a <a href="hooded%20sweatshirt" onmouseover="window.status='hooded sweatshirt'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">hooded sweatshirt</a> and <a href="baseball%20cap" onmouseover="window.status='baseball cap'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">baseball cap</a>. I was angry but could see that my descriptions didn't help anyone: half of South London wears blue track suits and white sneakers. Too many black men are already stopped while they go about their own, perfectly lawful business

One of our neighbors was kind, welcoming me into her home one afternoon when I was too afraid to stay in the house alone. My baby slept soundly on her bed while she made me tea. I was grateful, but her commiserations made me uneasy. Her reassuring chatter quickly turned into talk of Them and how They made her afraid to go out at night, and I went home angry that I hadn't challenged her, that I just drank another cup. Ashamed too, because I knew that what drove me to spend the afternoon in her kitchen was the same kind of fear. It took me a while to admit it, but I was scared of black men for the first time in my life. For a month or so, I couldn't open the door to a black man, even if he had a messenger's uniform on. I would have felt easier had I been able to chalk that up to traumatic overreaction, but it wasn't only doorstep situations that were a problem. I also couldn't pass groups of black men in the nearby park. I would curse myself, appalled, but still walk the long way round.[/QUOTE]










Reality tries to mug another liberal but lifelong brainwashing won't allow lesson to take.
Whites have been mind-fucked by propaganda for so long that perfectly normal,healthy and intelligent thinking and precautions are somehow thought wrong,even evil.
This woman has basically sound instincts and intelligence,that is,she is wary when she sees a group of niggers out in public or when a nigger knocks on her door.Her instincts are ringing all kinds of alarms,telling her that,yes,these manimals are something you should be wary of,yet the lifetime of brainwashing hits her later on and she feels remorse for having experienced 'badthink'.

Those responsible for brainwashing our people this way,for trying to destroy the self-preservation mechanism that any sane and healthy being has(human or animal),are beyond criminal.
The guilty must pay with their lives.

RE: Jim Crowe

I don't think the re-education will be much of a big deal. Most people are quite malleable to external influences. Just being in an all-white community with no jewish propaganda will do wonders in of itself.

Your skepticism for the need for re-education camps does raise some skepticism with regard toward your motivation to resist the obvious need for them.

Our post-war White nation will be populated with many lemmings who will be of subversive mind to our cause. It would be fool-hearty to expect that these lemmings would support our cause by virtue of absorbing some sort of osmotic WN affinity via “external influences.”

The re-education camps WILL be implemented..........You can rest assured of that fact, and we expect them to house at least 84,000,000 White lemmings for various lengths of stay according to their ability to come around to our way of thinking.

We all must be on board with this and not have our resolve deflected by wishy-washy ideas and fanciful but wrong-headed thinking. Or we just might find the re-education camps housing 84,000,001 wards of the state.

[QUOTE=brutus]RE: Jim Crowe



Your skepticism for the need for re-education camps does raise some skepticism with regard toward your motivation to resist the obvious need for them.

[/QUOTE]

I think you might have misconstrued my post. I do believe there will be a need for re-education camps. My point was that the vast majority of the lemmings in the camps will be re-educated without much resistance.

There will need to be extensive "education" across the board. A white state will be a polar opposite to what America has devolved to.

Jessie also said he liked spitting in white peoples hamburgers when he was working for a hamburger chain in his younger days.

Hes a real piece of work

[QUOTE=Proud White Guy]Jessie also said he liked spitting in white peoples hamburgers when he was working for a hamburger chain in his younger days.

Hes a real piece of work[/QUOTE]I've read that too. While he was putting himself thru college in S. Carolina he liked to ptui! on da' honkie's food an' shit. Likes to brag about it on occasion when addressing nigger-only audiences. That little gem apparently goes over big - a real kneeslapper wit da' bloods. Of course, it's never mentioned in the jews-media.

Just imagine if a White man had bragged about working as a farmhand and pissin' in a watermelon patch that catered especially to niggers. We'd never hear the end of it.