Farewell to white stigma.

    I'm sitting here thinking do I dare or do  I not.  I still have enough brainwashing  to hold back saying what  I feel I need to say. My whole race has been pressured to stay silent for so long that  have lived this whole 57 years a virtual mute along with every right leaning white male in America. Why. Because we have been taught not to speak up to keep our mouths shut about what we see or else bear the stigma of being called a racist.
     We have watched the movies and the news reports declaring what horrible crimes we have perpetrated on women and everyone who is not pure European heritage.
From the theft of the Americas from their aboriginal inhabitants to the enslavement of millions of Africans into servitude in the new world to the exploitation of orientals in the menial tasks associated with the building of this nation that I love. Along with the shoving aside of immigrants from every prosperous undertaking available here. Well I will not take the time to debate it though if I did I would destroy the whole premise of the oppressive European.
     I just have to say that the purpose of those who have raised their fists into the sky and shout their anti white propaganda is obvious. The have pushed their propaganda of suspicion and hate into the minds of Americans to the point that their dealings with each other have been permeated with a distrust so thick that at many times I have felt the need to appease and assuage and calm and comfort and kneel before and kotow to any and all members of another race or the opposite sex to keep from being called a RACIST. Well the anger in me for having to live 57 years as a suspected racist /sexist just because I am a European American Male is done with. I've had it with all of you Gender feminist dyke wannabes and you poor put upon blacks and Hispanics and orientals and Indians and everybody who is not of European descent. Too bad if you feel an offense every time you deal with a white man I can't and I will not help you any more I will no longer bow to you and put my lips to your posterior. I can't abide your United Negro Colleges and your Black Entertainment TV. I hope your National Association for the Advancement of Coloured People, and Jesse Jackson's "Monochrome" coalition blows up and burns to ashes. I'm tired. If you who are not white males cannot accept us as is then Bugger Off. You stand in front of us with your hats on upside down and backwards and your pants down to your knees jabbering in some verbal slop impossible even for your mind to understand behaving like some sort of a demented clown constantly grabbing with one hand at your genetals and you want us to show you the respect reserved for an individual of high intelligence and a high level of accomplishment. In fact I am supposed to not only allow you to sit in the empty seat available in the bus of life but now I have to give you my seat even when you didn't earn it just because you are a different colour than me? No! No! I will not any more. I will tell you this once and only once. My family never owned you or your sister nor any of your family as slaves. We owe you nothing so don't come looking. It is your behaviour not my prejudice which has caused me to watch you out of the corner of my eye when you are around. My experience tells me to do so, not some obscure tale about slavery. What I have seen and what has been done to me tells me not to trust people no matter the colour that are dressed and act a certain way. And if you dress and act like thugs I will treat you like thugs. Let me tell you a story.
     I was following Hwy 17 south in the spring of '06 headed to South Carolina. Somewhere in Winston Salem I lost the highway and landed in the dark side of town. Well I stopped and whipped out my map and began to plot a course out of there. I noticed that quite a few of the hoods denizens had taken an interest in me but weren't quite sure what they had parked there. I was sitting on an 80 cu in vtwin piled with gear wearing a three piece patch. Obviously they had had experience with biker clubs because all I had to do was undo my vest and smile and they kept their distance. Not wanting to call the never ending wrath of what might be an outlaw club down on their hood. I got done with what I needed to do and moved on without incident. Their life experience told them to be wary of bikers wearing patches. My life experiences (not the KKK) tells me to be wary of certain folks.
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    But from now on I really don't care what anyone thinks I was born White I am White and I will from this day on be proud of being White. Anyone who can't abide by a white person being happy to be white, Bugger Off. I have put up with all of the "Black power", and La raza, and ADL and NAACP and SPLC and Black liberation and Aztlan liberation and AIM and every other anti white organization there is. I bear you no ill will if you are not like me but don't be surprised if I suddenly shout  White Pride World Wide. Why shouldn't I seek the survival of my people and a future for our children. The actions of those who think their race makes them entitled have forced me to it with their policies of exclusion. And don't tell me I'm the only one who feels this way. I'm just one of the few who has the guts to write it.