We’d recently moved from a small community in the eastern Colorado plains to a bigger city, and it was a shock to the senses. My first encounter with racial hate happened when I got attacked after school one afternoon by a black kid.
He followed me off the school grounds, stopped me, grabbed me by the collar of whatever I wore that day, (this was way before school uniforms were implemented), and he slapped me with an open hand, hard enough that I stumbled back. I guess because I didn’t fall down or cry, that enraged him. He kicked me in the stomach, and then I fell to the ground, but I didn’t cry. I wasn’t hurt, I was confused as I could not figure out what I did to incite such actions. Thinking back to that event now, I think I was scared a little, as he stomped a threatening foot at me and screamed words at me, I’d never heard. Now, I know those words were racial slurs.
A man that knew my dad came out of his house and chased the black kid and his “friends” away. That was also the day I heard that unspeakable word shouted by that man as the black kids ran away. The man took me home and when we got to my house, the man told my dad what he had witnessed through his front room window, and heard from his open front door. The way my dad looked at me, I thought I was in trouble, but I was not. I was just naïve and unprepared.
After dinner that night, my dad took me out into the garage and told me to keep my distance from the unspeakable word people. “They are trouble, always have, always will be, and you cannot go wrong by keeping your distance from them.” That was also the night my dad showed me how to defend myself, to fight back, not only from the unspeakable word people, but from anyone that tried to beat on me.
Couple days later, the situation happened again only this time, when that same unspeakable word person attacked me, I defended myself like my dad showed me. I blocked his slap, then hit him hard enough in the face, that I busted his lip open and knocked him down. He got up and that bunch with him, ran away. Never had a problem with that kid or his groupies again. Few days later, our teacher told the class that he and those with him, died in Five Points. I don’t remember how they died, just that they were gone. I remember I felt relief at that announcement.
Five Points, often a dangerous area in many cities, and today is often called the hood. An area where, if a nonblack person goes into unaware of the dangers there, they might not come out alive, with or without wallet and clothes. It seems every city has those areas, and they are growing. Some have taken on the moniker of “no go zones”.
In the military, I encountered unspeakable word people, and the black males pestered me, asking me to go on dates. My answer was always the same, No. Even in the military I was called all kinds of explicit racial slurs, but by then I better understood the dangers presented by the unspeakable word people and kept my distance.
Throughout my life, I continued to follow my dad’s advice, and kept my distance. Even now, decades later, I stay away from them as best I can. When I cannot keep them at a distance, I am very aware of the danger they pose to my personal safety. Yet, as I watch events in cities across America, as a spectator, I feel there will come a time when staying away may not be possible, as the unspeakable word people and their hate continues to infest every corner of common spaces.
I have noticed an increase in what I feel are real black Africans, you know the ones, those that sing Kill the Boer and destroy the peace of everyone while they destroy civilization. Those Africans teach American common blacks how to riot with black body numbers, take over blocks, how to steal from stores and get away with millions of dollars in merchandise, because the store owners would rather lose product than have an employee or several with pluck, take out a thief. Those real Africans are dangerous, and they are washing through White civilized countries and communities to destroy what White people built. Along with them comes the hateful ideology of Islam, which puts another level of dangerous into the American common black community.
Some real Africans stop long enough to slap a stupid White girl across the face as the White girl stands in her doorway. The ignorant White girl stood there not seeing the threat, did not defend herself by bashing the real African's head against the wall, or slamming the door in the African’s face. The African then told a group of American common blacks, not to play with Whites, but they should insult Whites, beat on Whites and, when they can, to kill White people. That untainted hate is blasted out against other skin colors as well.
Anyone that pushes back against the angry blacks and their hate get screamed at with words like Racist, Nazi or White Supremacist. All words Africans and common blacks, and their nonblack useful idiot props use, to shut down protests against blacks actions because most people fear those words. Most people would rather allow businesses be destroyed through theft and fires, than get involved, outside video taping the event on their phones.
At this late stage of my life, I have seen things change. I now write fiction books that carry warnings in description of the antagonists and their festering hate those unspeakable word people carry against every other skin color on the planet. I don’t like what I see in the future for planet Earth.
If real black Africans and common blacks face no consequences for their actions, Earth's skin color diversity will disappear. There will be no Whites, Browns, Reds or Yellows. There will be no Europeans, Asians, Indians, Hispanics, only Blacks, who will continue their predisposed genetic ape murderous lifestyle against their own, while Islam continues to infest more hate in the weak minds of communities.
I'm sure most Americans have no clue about the penetration of Islam into black lives, thinking it's limited to the Nation of Islam, while much of black Africa has been Islamicized for centuries, and it's rapidly moving and sneaking in here.