(Reposted from 2005.)
Katrina's pass by New Orleans, and the flood that followed, proved that most blacks don't look ahead, that they value short term opportunities to loot and engage in power-mongering above long-term survival considerations, and that they are in general the most useless, inept people in a crisis that you could imagine. In fact, trying to help them can be a most dangerous undertaking.
Why did New Orleans blacks shoot at rescue workers? If you know how they think, it's easy to understand. After law enforcement broke down, ambitious blacks who fancied themselves "leaders" tried to create fiefdoms within the city. Because of competition between them, each of these petty warlords and his gang of subordinates could claim only a city block or two (by shooting anyone who disputed that claim). Skirmish lines formed along every street that marked the boundary between contested territories, each avenue becoming a no-man's land.
Into this war zone came small groups of good-hearted white rescue workers, brimming with loving-kindness, with vehicles full of relief aid. They expected their efforts to be met with orderly queues of grateful blacks who said "thank you" after receiving their fair measure of assistance.
Of course, blacks don't really cooperate in that fashion.
What really happened is the rescue workers' vehicles were attacked by the first warlord gang to notice them, the supplies seized, and the volunteers abused in various ways. Each warlord wanted all the good things which the rescue workers were bringing in, and furthermore he wanted to deny those blessings to his rival warlords. Letting the relief workers pass through his territory to the next would have been a tactical blunder, from his point of view.
To put it another way, the relief effort was attempting to operate on a social scale larger than the one in use by the armed groups in Flooded New Orleans, and since the blacks had the guns, their scale and their values prevailed.
That's why trying to help blacks in such a crisis is a very stupid thing to do, unless you first send in military forces to kill the leaders of the armed factions that form spontaneously among them after law enforcement has broken down. To reestablish enough order to aid the remaining blacks, you must first demonstrate to them that your soldiers can kill their soldiers, and the demonstration will necessarily be a lively one.
Those blacks didn't suddenly choose to be predators. They were born predators. For years, law enforcement suppressed their natural behavior. Then came the hurricane, and law enforcement was swept away. The gene-coded behavior natural to blacks instantly reappeared.
However much circumstances can affect people, the result of environmental influences will always differ depending on the races involved. What leads one to violent factionalism motivates another to cooperation. What leads one to starvation trains another to hard work.
The results of the Katrina experiment are encouraging. When the levees broke and water from Lake Pontchartrain flooded New Orleans, the city's Negroes were caught almost entirely unprepared, despite having had a week's warning of a possible threat, and two days' warning of certain danger. Rather than leave the city, or at least provision themselves against a long outage of commerce, many of the blacks ignored Mayor Ray Nagin's tardy evacuation order, preferring to endure the storm in the expectation of easy loot afterward.
When the hurricane passed, things seemed well for a short time. But the city's black mayor assumed that all would remain well and did not order an expert inspection of the levees—which ought to have been a routine precaution after a strong storm. Then the levees broke and New Orleans was flooded. Authorities warned that the city might remain flooded for months and repeated the evacuation order.
There are several conclusions to be reached.
First, whites who are caught among, and outnumbered by, blacks in a disaster situation had best flee if they can, otherwise they must hide until they can flee. Fortify your homes with food and weaponry ahead of time, and remain at home until a chance to get away from the disaster area appears. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU GO INTO ANY GOVERNMENT ASSIGNED SAFE ZONE OR REFUGEE CAMP. These will be full of the most violent, meanest, and most depraved Negroes of the city. You will be robbed, raped, beaten, stabbed, repeatedly insulted and humiliated, and ultimately murdered—unless someone in authority chooses to put moral decency above the insane federal "racial equality" rules and helps you escape. National Guard Staff Sergeant Garland Ogden did just that.
Sgt. Garland Ogden is an American hero and patriot but for whom 30 British and 65 Australian visitors to our land would have been murdered inside a darkened Superdome by vicious, predatory blacks. He saved their lives, and spared us at least the shame their deaths would have brought us.
This was my father's belief, and this is also mine:
Let the corn be all of one sheaf, and the grapes be all of one vine...
Did you see it, world? There are still some Americans in America.
And Bud Hopes—consider yourself an honorary American. You deserve the status more than any of those black savages do.
The second conclusion is that whites at some distance from the disaster area may be safe from migrations of Negroes away from it. It was the FEMA effort alone that saved the blacks, whereas for the most part the whites saved themselves at their own expense. If there had been no federal program to evacuate the remaining blacks from New Orleans, the Negroes would have squatted in that flooded city until they starved, by which time they'd have eaten every scrap of food they could find—and the search would be a thorough one—as well as engaged in much cannibalism. Even 20 miles distance might be enough of a barrier to permit rural whites to handle whatever threat does manage to reach them by land or by waterway, and the safety factor appears to increase more than linearly with distance.
However, future disasters might find blacks more inclined to migrate in armed bands, perhaps with transportable provisions that could see them across a few days of walking. Therefore, fifty miles (80 kilometers) should be considered a minimally safe distance from an urban disaster such as Katrina.
Thirdly, whites living in majority black disaster areas should not expect any organized assistance from the federal government. Even though white people paid nearly all of the taxes used to subsidize relief efforts, those efforts will be directed to the benefit of non-whites almost exclusively. Whites are on their own, in such circumstances. You will get no police protection, and, indeed, black policemen might be foremost among the predators you should avoid. You will have to contrive your own escape. You will have to provide for yourself—and the only feasible way to do that is to do it before a disaster strikes. Food, water, fuel, backpacks, guns, ammunition—never be without a supply for your family that will suffice for several weeks, on the assumption that your only interaction with the outside world will be fighting off hostiles.
Fourth, expect that everything blacks say about their circumstances and about the causes for them are lies. You will get a more accurate picture of events if you assume that blacks always speak the very opposite of what they believe the truth is.
Fifth, if you are white, you'll be called a racist no matter what you do, and no matter what you don't do. Get used to it. Learn to like it. Once you realize that racism is a good thing—because it is the truth about race—you'll find that you are no longer bothered by the "racist" label. It becomes a badge and a laurel, when it has become a fact.
Katrina proved (again) that whites and blacks do not behave in the same ways in a crisis. In Louisiana, St. Bernard Parish took the direct hit from the hurricane; New Orleans did not. The destruction and the flooding in St. Bernard were more complete than in New Orleans. St. Bernard is mostly white (88.9%). New Orleans is mostly black (72.8%). Federal rescue and relief efforts passed through St. Bernard, without stopping, on their way to New Orleans. See how ridiculous are the Negroes' claims that they were slighted by the government due to their race? It's the whites who are entitled to say that, not the blacks. But, through it all, the whites in St. Bernard Parish were as orderly as they could be, as helpful as they could be, and county sheriff has remarked in amazement at how little complaining he heard from the white residents. And that's a racial difference you can depend on to appear, again and again, when a crisis occurs.
Why is this assessment "encouraging"? As fossil fuels become ever scarcer, there will come a day when food production or transport for the cities will become impossible. On that day, all the cities will be like New Orleans was during the flood. Negroes will rampage everywhere within the city, but perhaps not so far beyond its environs. We should not take this for granted, however. If you are within 50 miles of a major urban area, you should move farther into the countryside. If you haven't stocked up on survival essentials, you must do that soon, and maintain those stocks, until the day the Apocalypse begins in earnest. With sufficient foresight, we will regain our territory after most of the blacks have done themselves in with their savagery, incompetence, and general foolishness.
The Zionist Occupation Government in the United States can't evacuate Negroes if either of two conditions exists: (1) there's no fuel to do the evacuation with, or (2) there's no other place to which they can export them to any purpose.
There has been at least one rape in the Astrodome in Houston, Texas, police say. We suspect that the imported black rapists (rape-ugees?) are going into town at night and doing most of their raping there, after which the media either do not report the crime, or they report it as ordinary "random" crime.
Two black New Orleans refugees of the small number sent to Charleston, West Virginia, were arrested for rape (or for attempted rape) only one week after arrival. The press claims, as usual, that the incident is an "aberration" and assures us that all the other Negroes from New Orleans are pillars of their new communities.
And So Does the Murdering...
A black New Orleans refugee was observed buying beer in Cincinnati, Ohio, by a police officer, who, upon closer inspection, also observed that the negro was in possession of a crack-smoking pipe. When questioned about the pipe, the negro threatened to kill the officer.
An elderly White woman, Betty Blair of Louisiana, was murdered by three "hurricane refugees" at her home. Mrs. Blair had tried to help the refugees by giving them employment. Instead, they teamed up to strangle her to death as a first step toward looting her home. The killers were a real "rainbow" bunch: an Asian male, a Latina female, and a Negro buck. Mrs. Blair had been a 77-year-old active church member.
The murder rate in Houston in 2005 has increased by 24% over the rate for 2004. The major reason is the relocation of thousands of blacks from New Orleans to Houston following Hurricane Katrina. From 1 November to 15 December 2005, Houston had 51 murders—an amazing 70% increase over the same weeks in 2004. Most of the killings occurred in the housing projects where Katrina refugees were settled.
And so does Negro Fraud...
Predictably, there has been massive fraud in the allocation and abuse of those $2000 credit card vouchers provided by FEMA or by the Red Cross. Blacks, whether legally entitled to their vouchers or not, have been using the FEMA cards to obtain luxury items. For example, one Negress used disaster relief money to buy an $800 Louis Vuitton handbag at Nieman Marcus. Was she arrested? No. There are no rules prohibiting such abuses of the taxpayer's money. Chalk up another bungle by FEMA and Your Government, which once again mistakenly assumed that blacks will act as responsibly as whites would.
Black refugees have been getting more than one card each. One Negro was caught as he attempted to receive his sixth card. Blacks who are not entitled to cards (because they are not hurricane victims) have been getting into line and obtaining the federal money vouchers. In Houston, Texas, black men have paid for services and alcoholic drinks at area strip clubs with FEMA or Red Cross credit vouchers.
FEMA discontinued issuing the cards on 11 September. However, FEMA is still giving money—in the form of cash disbursements through direct deposit—that the defrauding Negroes are taking out of the bank and continuing to spend on unnecessary bling bling, such as the new $250 bracelet that one Negress "hurricane victim" was seen wearing in Memphis, Tennessee.
Obviously, FEMA does not really care about fixing the Negro fraud problem. Its "remedies" only make instances of Negro fraud more difficult to trace. And that tells you what FEMA really cares about—not reducing the abuse, but hiding it from the taxpayers and from Red Cross donators! Thus, FEMA colludes with the cheating Negroes, to help them to cheat more stealthily.
The shift from the credit cards to subsidizing blacks with cash actually worsens the fraud problem. Negroes can now more easily use federal or charity money to buy alcohol, guns, or crack cocaine. Three Negresses in Louisville, Kentucky, tried to do just that. They entered the Clark County Red Cross office and tried to pass themselves off as "hurricane victims" in order to get money to buy crack. They were caught in their lies, however, and police arrested them—black females, all three of them.
If Norma Jean Calloway-Tillman (34), Denise Hughley (24) and Latoyia Taylor (19) had been more skillful liars, or if they had been three genuine refugees instead of impostors, they'd have received up to $6000 of charity donated money, which would have gone straight into the pockets of drug dealers. Meanwhile, more successful Negroes were observed using charity money or disaster relief funds in such places as Hooters, Circuit City, and Victoria's Secret in parts of the United States stretching from Texas, to Ohio and Indiana, through the Appalachian Mountains, to many parts of the US East Coast.
Again, in Houston, undercover police posing as Red Cross volunteers apprehended a black boy, 16, who came in claiming to be the head of a household with four children. It is the stated policy of the Red Cross to "err on the side of compassion" (when dealing with blacks) but golly gee what kind of blind suckers are they?
FEMA grants go as high as $2000 per family, formerly through debit cards, but now mainly through cash disbursements. The Red Cross is still providing debit cards. In some cases, the limit to the grant is determined by the size of the family and its remaining assets. So, of course, Negroes will declare that they "lost everything," and, if they have no children to show the caseworker, they will borrow (or rent?) them from another Negro, handing them back once they have the cash in hand. Each refugee child may be counted several different times and be declared by several different sets of "parents."
One FEMA spokeswoman, Barbara Ellis, said that by making recipients promise to obey the rules "We think we've done our duties as stewards of taxpayers' money." Does Ms. Ellis come from a planet that has no Negroes on it? Surely, racial ignorance of such astronomical magnitude demands such an explanation.
As bad as the Negro fraud is with respect to immediate disaster relief, and even larger bout of the same can be expected, as FEMA investigators report the addresses of the homes that have been destroyed by the hurricane in Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, or by the subsequent flooding, arson, looting or rioting in New Orleans. Word about which addresses to claim as their lost old homes will circulate among the Negroes, and many of them will make false claims in order to receive as much as $26,500 each in compensation for their alleged property losses.
Negroes have two distinguishing characteristics, other than dark skin: raping and looting. Given any chance, they will engage in these, their favorite recreations. And they lie—oh, how they lie! Their lies are usually not clever ones. But blacks are very frequent liars, and they are very persistent with their self-justifying falsehoods. One day all former white liberals, at least those who survive, will hang their heads with shame. Because the racists were right. The racists are still right. The racists have always been right. The liberals were the ignorant ones about race, and it's long past time they admitted it.
Part 2. A scene from Chapter 8 of "A Heritage of Divinity."
"In other news tonight, the police investigation into the beating of some youths has revealed that their assailant was an 11-year-old Brookstone student named Brendalyn Jones. Yes, apparently a little girl beat five members of the Krack gang so badly that all of them were sent to Columbus Memorial Hospital for serious to critical injuries. Police say that the girl, who came forward the moment her classes at Brookstone's college campus were over, testified that the youths attempted to ambush her as she was going to class."
"Mark," said the news anchorman. "Why is an 11-year-old girl going to the Brookstone College campus? She seems a little young to be enrolled there."
"Peter," said the reporter. "She is young. But Brendalyn Jones is the girl who made headlines across America a few weeks ago after tests revealed that her IQ is somewhere above 200. She has been given permission to take college level classes, and she must run each day from Brookstone GSC to Brookstone College because she's too young to drive a car."
"And how is it that a little girl beat up so many gang members?"
"The police aren't too sure of that," said the reporter. "Apparently, Miss Jones has had martial arts training of some kind."
"Will the youths recover from their injuries?"
"Several of them will be in the hospital for a while. One of them has three broken ribs. Another has had to have his lower jaw put back into place. A third has a burst left testicle and a bruised right—"
"My word, Mark, that is one tough little girl."
"Peter, she told the police that it was their good fortune that she hadn't killed any of them. She said that she had no choice other than to use nearly lethal force because the odds were five-to-one against her."
"Well," said the anchorman. "I think we can all understand that. Turning to events at the state capitol..."
The girls in the dorm lobby were clustered around the TV. Watching the local news was a habit with us girls because it told us where the gang activity in Columbus was the thickest, so we could avoid those areas. But never had the lobby been so quiet, with attention so fixed on the 6 o'clock news as it was on that Tuesday evening. I was sitting on the broad central rise of a furry, brown, all-the-way-around couch which half filled the dorm lobby, my legs crossed, reading about the ride of Paul Revere (and the similar rides of William Dawes and Samuel Prescott) from my history book on the rise before me, when the eyes of thirty other girls turned my way.
It was so comical that I couldn't help laughing. What was even funnier is that most of them started asking whether I was all right, even though there I was, sitting on the couch rise, reading a book.
"Nobody better mess with my roommate," said Ruby, acting fierce. "Or they'll have to deal with me!"
Giggles and guffaws broke out among the girls at that. Well, at least the shock-and-awe mood that the newscast had created was broken. The other girls congratulated me on my victory and related horror stories about girls who had been raped or beaten by gang members. Which meant black gang members, but they were careful not to name the race of the perpetrators. It wasn't the first time I'd noticed that people were unwilling to discuss the socially significant differences between the races in a candid manner. Although it seemed such a simple thing to do, nearly everyone had been strongly conditioned to avoid it.
Although I wasn't familiar with the techniques of military brainwashing, I didn't think that psychological conditioning of any sort could be stronger than that which had instilled within so many people a reluctance to talk honestly about racial differences.
An 11th grade girl named Patricia Greenwood excused herself, saying that she had to go study in a less noisy place. I suspected that she wanted to be the one to bear the first gossip about my fight downtown because, on her way out of the lobby exit to the east wing, she told me "It's nice to see the good people win for a change!" Perhaps she meant the white people. It had been a while since we were winners, hadn't it?
About a hundred years.
Survival is the greatest school, and Death is its best teacher. But no living thing graduates, ever. The beneficiaries of nature's lessons aren't individuals, but races, which endure so long as they pass the tests and which prosper by how high they score. The white race had gotten itself into trouble partly by being too generous, and, in its generosity, making itself vulnerable. Other races had been quick to take advantage of that vulnerability. They infiltrated white countries, seeking out key positions of control, of supervision, of decision-making, and of power, which, once they had them, they used to benefit their own people at the expense of white people. Non-whites of every stripe had become favored above whites, and, being favored, they received rewards even when there were white people who deserved them more.
My fight could, conceivably, have landed me in jail. Or it could have imposed on my parents a legal obligation to pay fines and the hospital expenses of those gang members. The reason that didn't happen was that I'm only eleven years old—a little kid—and a girl, and have no prior record of mischief of any sort. All of those things added up to a degree of favor that outweighed the favor that those gang members had just for being black, once their prior records for trouble-making had been subtracted. Or, rather, my favor exceeded my opponents' favor this time. If I had to fight again, especially against blacks, that earlier fight would weigh against me, even if I were as justified next time as I'd been before.
To be sure, I could have outrun those blacks. I hadn't admitted that to the police because, in their opinion, it would have put blameworthiness upon me. Why didn't I just outrun them? Because the next little girl who happened to walk down that street, past that alley, would not have had my advantages. She'd have been robbed, beaten, raped, and probably murdered by those black youths. It was morally necessary that I deprive those gang members of their ability to harm someone who actually was an ordinary child, someone like whom I only appeared to be.
And there was one other reason as well. There is no idea more obscene than that decent people should be expected to give ground or right-of-way to vile predators. Good should roar so that evil trembles, not the other way around.
Those five black youths would recover. But would they reform? Had I taught them a lesson that would change their predatory behavior? No. They'd return to their previous lives, maybe a little more cautious than they were before. But sooner or later they would attack another innocent victim.
The conviction was growing in me that I'd made a mistake by not killing them. It was a mistake that I'd made before, in my old neighborhood in Druid Hills, when I had defeated four teenage blacks who had attacked me. By letting them live, I'd made the violent deaths of some number of other people probable. Though it hadn't occurred to me at the time, I'd chosen between the lives of those gang members and the lives of whomever it was they would someday murder, and I'd chosen wrongly.
And now that my fighting skill was known, I wouldn't be presumptively excluded from suspicion if gang members began turning up dead. I could no longer afford to do what was right. My moral weakness, which had made me reluctant to kill when killing was proper, had cost me that much.