The Sick Thrills of Racial Integration
March 11, 2024
(Warning: disturbing content.)
A GIRL was fatally beaten to death, her head repeatedly slammed into a concrete pavement, outside Hazelwood High School in St. Louis County, Missouri.
Beatings, killings, thefts — the sadistic thrill of revenge pervades black culture.
Blacks have always been physically stronger and more aggressive than whites. They should not be together except under strict barriers. These differences are innate and unchangeable. Perhaps this girl’s parents couldn’t afford to send her to a mostly-white private school, as many holier-than-thou liberals do while simultaneously condemning “white supremacists.”
The only consoling fact in this girl’s horrible victimization — and the gruesome deaths of so many other young people — is that more and more people are coming to see through the utopian dream of racial integration. Videos like this are a dime a dozen. Whether it’s a white man pushed onto train tracks and killed by an oncoming train or an innocent white man, fresh out of college, walking down the street at night only to be shot in the neck by a teenager in a face mask or brawls by out-of-control “teens” started by someone who didn’t instantly get the candy bar he wanted — more people know.
The dream is dying — at the despicable expense of thousands of lives, demoralization and decimated cities.
Those who insist, despite boundless evidence to the contrary, that race is only about skin color and those goody-two-shoe, so-called Christians who distort spiritual universalism into a material universalism in multicultural Babylon deserve our deepest contempt. They most definitely share the blame for deaths such as this.
— Comments —
Kathy writes:
These people have become near feral in their behaviors, encouraged to be so by the social engineers. The awful thing is that they are often not charged, or receive a slap on the wrist. White children should not be in a public school, and never an “integrated” one. Sadly, the blacks and foreigners I have worked with, and considered friends, at some point pulled the race card, not so much toward me, but after that happened they seldom spoke to me again, I suspect that they knew what I thought of it, and they justified it in their minds as “all whites”, and projected their issues onto me. I gradually learned to not trust.
That said, I have had wonderful treatment from older black folks. Once I was in a shady part of town for my job, and slid slowly off the icy road over a hump of snow, and was stuck. Ironically, two young black males were about fifty feet down the road in the same situation. They stared at me a minute, then began pushing their car and ignored me. Along came an elderly black man in a pick-up truck as I was digging at the snow, stopped, got out, and surmised my situation. He said to me, “Those two down there wouldn’t help you”? I said “No, they’re stuck, too”. He kind of harrumphed, got out a chain and pulled my little subcompact back over the hump of snow. The two younger guys were watching all of this. I thanked him profusely (I think he would have been put off by an offer of money), got in my car and drove away, past the two young guys. And so did the elderly man in the pickup, as the two young guys were staring at him, clearly surprised that he didn’t help them, too. Maybe he guessed at their character, and decided he’d best not stop.