The war was long over before I was born. In fact, the crowning achievement of Black-Run America (BRA) – the creation of Martin Luther King Jr. Day – had only just been enacted when I was brought into the world.
|Unlike in Inception, MLK’s dream will end one day.
Now city after city that has become a nightmare far worse and more macabre than those worlds created by Tim Burton, all due to the belief that MLK’s dream should become a reality. Now city after city fail because we can no longer judge one another by neither color of skin nor content of character.
Unless your skin is white, then your character is never judged as insidious.
None of that matters. All that you need to know about the reality of King’s dream is seen in the ruins of cities that used to be Detroit and Birmingham, the failed school system in Memphis (or the lies told by the Atlanta Public School administrators), and the dying-before-our-eyes-in-real-time Philadelphia.
If those in attendance at the much ballyhooed 1963 speech by King in D.C. could see for themselves what the dream of MLK became, how many of them would still fight to see it come to fruition?
Jim Goad wrote a column to which I can only aspire to one day write when he said I’m So Bored with MLK
. He asked this one question that few celebrating by walking in parades down cracked, despondent streets (where crime, murder, rape, and sorrow are proliferate, the perfect breeding grounds for a First 48 Hours
episode) and the Disingenuous White Liberals (DWLs) bloviating platitudes to the moral superiority of King will ever consider:
After nearly 1,000 mostly dilapidated American streets named in his honor and a select number of cushy jobs awarded in media, athletics, education, and government, what has MLK achieved for American blacks in real terms? Have you seen Birmingham or Memphis lately? Do these latter-day urban creatures seem somehow nobler than the black men in porkpie hats and Buddy Holly glasses who marched for their amorphous “rights” in the 1960s? To my blue eyes, the new jacks seem a few rungs down from their forebears on the evolutionary ladder.
What dreams may become, MLK? Well, in 2011 we found out why Funtown was off-limits to Black people
. We also found out why white people (and members of all races) find Philadelphia, St. Louis, Milwaukee, Cleveland, Chicago, Peoria, Baltimore, and, sadly, hundreds of other American cities unsafe for raising a family in, though – like Atlanta – the federal government will one day decree white flight to be illegal.
What dreams may become, MLK? We can no longer judge Black people at all (lest of which by their character), because all of the problems that originate from Black people are the fault of white privilege, white racism, and dear ol’ whitey.
What dreams may become, MLK? That we’d abandon the space program so that we could allocate trillions into caring for a population that ruined one of the greatest cities on earth – Detroit – in less than twenty years after accidentally inheriting it as whites fled for high ground from the rising waters of the Black Underow?
Some have suggested that the more than 100 riots that erupted nationwide after his murder frightened mainstream white America into making an uneasy truce with American blacks—don’t burn down our cities, and we’ll give you our lunch money and promise to stop calling you bad names.
This was no uneasy truce; It was a total victory for BRA, a totalitarian ideology which has destroyed the vitality of this nation and unfairly castigated all white people with the sins (some real, most grossly exaggerated) of their fathers. Worse, there is no judge you can supplicate to remove them; that means even DWLs welcome this ideology as some sort of self-immolation.
Soon, The Hunger Games
will be released in theaters. It is my belief that the world of that dystopian novel is far superior to the one we live in (that essay is coming). Because of a lack of time to describe the plot, allow Wikipedia to describe it for you
It is written in first person and introduces sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives in a post-apocalyptic world in the country of Panem where the countries of North America once existed. This is where the government, working in a central city called the Capitol, holds power. In the book, the Hunger Games are an annual event where one boy and one girl aged 12 to 18 from each of the 12 districts surrounding the Capitol are selected to compete in a televised battle in which only one person can survive.
But why have Hunger Games? On page 18 of the book, we learn what happened. After a series of calamitous events in what used to be the United States transpires, a new nation arose:
The result was Panem, a shining Capitol ringed by thirteen districts, which brought peace and prosperity to its citizens. Then came the Dark Days, the uprising of the districts against the Capitol. Twelve were defeated, the thirteenth obliterated. The Treaty of Treason gave us the new laws to guarantee peace and, as our yearly reminder that the Dark Days must never be repeated, it gave us the Hunger Games.
It is here we learn the rules of the Hunger Games and the crucial role they have in shaming the thought of any insurrection by displaying the awesome power the Capitol wields (p. 18 – 19):
The rules of the Hungers Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins.
Taking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch – this is the Capitol’s way of remind us how totally we are at their mercy. How little chance we would stand of surviving another rebellion. Whatever words they use, the real message is clear, “Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there’s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did District Thirteen.”
A lot of people want this site to highlight every Black-on-white atrocity that transpires in BRA. That would be impossible, because the Mainstream Media rarely reports the race of the suspect in a rape, robbery, or murder case, unless the rape, robbery, or murder case conveniently has an evil white person doing nefarious deeds to a saintly non-white.
It’s this writer’s opinion that the yearly celebration of MLK Day is nothing more than a gratuitous DWL-inspired version of the Hunger Games. But instead of one day of sacrifices, white kids are fair game to be attacked year-long in public schools, where every negative aspect about 21st century life is blamed on their ancestors.
But instead of one day of sacrifices, white people – even Stuff White People Like (SWPL) white people – are fair game to be attacked by roving bands of Mahogany Mobbers, without fear of draconian Hate Crime legislation.
MLK Day is nothing more than a reminder of the total victory for the left, and platitudes of inspired indifference to the truth of MLK by I HAD people (primarily conservatives) shows the totality of the victory.
MLK Day is nothing more than a punishment for the mere existence of white people, a repudiation of the civilization that birthed the United States of America, and a way to remind us – Those Who Can See – of the total mercy to BRA, the complete subjugation of the old America in the process.
Little does it matter to DWLs and Organized Blackness that the dream of MLK has given birth to the Structural Inequality
found in all cities that BRA conquered, uprooting white families and throwing them into a to a life of servitude (high taxation to subsidize the Black Undertow), making them nomads traveling from one Whitopia to the next.
The miserable fate of Detroit, Birmingham, Memphis, Baltimore, Philadelphia, Cleveland, Houston, Newark, etc., matter little in the grand scheme of things, as long as on the third Monday of January the American version of the Hunger Games is played.
We won’t be “tributes” to the dreams of King and his ilk forever, watching in silent horror as another major American city – once a beacon of hope to unborn generations – becomes the next Detroit.
There are still those of us who see through the lies. There are still those of us who see the world that your dreams helped create and defiantly laugh, knowing that one day – unlike in Inception
– the spinning top will fall.
There are still those of us born into the world where all white people are nothing but “tributes” to the dream of MLK, who have and who will awaken to the reality of BRA. Those boomers, generation x, generation y, millennial’s, and members of the “greatest generation” must get off at knees at some point, and understand that the truce Goad spoke of means the continued usurpation of their future (and their posterity) for the subsidation of BRA.
All dreams end when new ones dare supplant them.
What dreams may come?