African-American Appreciation Thread - Not Actually an Appreciation Thread

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Their tribalism, or "racial affinity" as it's called by the Left, and "old-fashioned, plain-vanilla, just-like-Mom-used-to-make racism" by the sane, is the most pronounced and the most shameless of all racial groups.

By far.

And each and every day, we actively encourage them to be even more so.

We are literally training them to hate us.
They don't seem to require much training tbh.
 
What he was trying to communicate was, "I wasn't in possession of that stolen car, I just got in to turn it off. Someone else stole it and left it there powered on." That's not an insane defense, but his inability to articulate it properly undercuts it. The witnesses that place him and the girl in the car having a domestic for the past 20 minutes also undercuts it.
 
The witnesses that place him and the girl in the car having a domestic for the past 20 minutes also undercuts it.
"That ain't my bitch, I was just tellin' her to 'shut the fuck up', yuh 'Onah, das why I was inna car. I prawmis she ain't my fuckin' bitch, she crazy, she a crazy hoe, she a fuckin' kookoo bitch, sir."
 
From Wokeipedia itself:

Jamil Abdullah al-Amin (born Hubert Gerold Brown; October 4, 1943 – November 23, 2025) was an African-American activist who served as the fifth chairman of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) in the 1960s. Calling himself H. Rap Brown in that period, he was one of the primary spokesmen for the black power movement.

Brown was perhaps best known for his provocative comments during the ghetto riots in the "long hot summer of 1967," such as, "Violence is as American as cherry pie", and, "If America don't come around, we're gonna burn it down."
Interesting points bolded for contrast. "Non-violent"...


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By 1967, school violence was so bad in New York that the United Federation of Teachers went on strike for two weeks to defend its members’ right to discipline seriously disruptive students, and to demand a police presence in the worst schools (a measure against which teachers had previously fought). They were opposed by the African-American Teachers’ Association (ATA), which argued that “the very concept of the disruptive child was an expression of white middle-class cultural bias against black culture.

Nearly seventy years ago, they were already openly admitting that to be loud, violent little chimpanzees was literally their culture.
On the topic of black power. I highly recommend the book 'Days of Rage' by Bryan Burrough, which covers the absolute avalanche of left wing violence the spread across the US in the 70s and 80s. An excerpt:

There was no black voice, before or since, quite like [Eldridge] Cleaver’s. Born in rural Arkansas in 1935, he moved with his family to Phoenix and then to Watts, where as a teenager he fell into a life of drugs and petty theft. He spent much of the 1950s shuttling between reform schools and California prisons, eventually, in 1957, graduating to rape. Years later, in a series of essays that paved the way for the white-radical deification of hardened black prison inmates, he described his rape of white women as his first revolutionary act.
He wrote:
To refine my technique, I started out by practicing on black girls in the ghetto—in the black ghetto where dark and vicious deeds appear not as aberrations or deviations from the norm, but as part of the sufficiency of the Evil of the day—and when I considered myself smooth enough, I crossed the tracks and sought out white prey. I did this consciously, deliberately, willfully, methodically. . . . Rape was an insurrectionary act. It delighted me that I was defying and trampling upon the white man’s law, upon his system of values, and that I was defiling his women—and this point, I believe, was the most satisfying to me because I was very resentful over the historical fact of how the white man has used the black woman. I felt I was getting revenge.

This guy was a major member of the Panther's iirc. I think his essays are required reading in some college courses. The entire book was an incredibly eye opening read, pretty much explains just how the left became so fanatically entrenched in academia, and later, the media. I highly recommend picking up a copy, it's incredible.

Tangent—did you know the District Attorney for San Fran from 2020 to 2022 was the child of two Weather Underground members involved in a robbery where a guard and a cop were murdered? A robbery that, by the way, also involved members of a black liberation movement. After his parents got put away for it, he was adopted and raised by the founder of the Weather Underground. And then, wouldn’t you know it, he just so happened to become DA, where he was so abysmally complicit in the city’s increasingly lax consequences for crime that he was removed from office, the shortest stint for a DA in that particular institution since the year 1900(barring a single Interim office holder). His name is Chesa Boudin.

Edit: To rape your own kind. To act as an instrument of your own racial suppression. And then to turn around and do the same to white women and pretend that it was some high handed act of rebellion is just...impossible to gather. This fucking creature with the surface level trappings of literacy, this facsimile of intelligence, to write down in such a detailed way the actions of an animal. It's incredible. The hypocrisy there is bone deep.
 
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Eldridge Cleaver
This fucking creature with the surface level trappings of literacy, this facsimile of intelligence, to write down in such a detailed way the actions of an animal.
I had already been aware of Cleaver's delightful reminiscences of rape, but yes, others (white feminists, in particular) should read it too to learn all about whom the black community elevated as a saint.

It should be noted also, though, that there is significant evidence that Cleaver himself never wrote "his" book at all, so do not ascribe to him too much intelligence or even a low, animal cunning; in all probability, he really was just another illiterate rape-ape, albeit one with a ghost-writer.
 
I'm genuinely fatigued that I'm back in this thread again two days in a row.

I got an email that I have a bunch of points I didn't know I had that are going to expire at the end of the month at a fried chicken place back from a job where we'd take turns ordering and expensing lunch at work.

On my way home tonight I picked up some free fried chicken. I'm walking out of the place and I hear a swishing sound of like track pants. I ignore it at fist because I'm in a city with all sorts of sounds, but it keeps up, so I turn to see what the sound is and it's this black guy jogging at my walking pace right behind me staring down at my bag of fried chicken. He literally spooked me; I got goosebumps all over. I asked "...can I help you?" and then just got the fuck away from him. He didn't say anything, he just stood there and stared at me.

The thing is, I have so many points that if someone asked me to, like a normal fucking person, I would just buy them dinner.

I can't keep doing this. I live in a part of town that's systemically segregated, but the whole surrounding area is dog shit. It's only a matter of "when not if" I run into a violent nigger and not just a silly nigger.
 
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I'm genuinely fatigued that I'm back in this thread again two days in a row.

I got an email that I have a bunch of points I didn't know I had that are going to expire at the end of the month at a fried chicken place back from a job where we'd take turns ordering and expensing lunch at work.

On my way home tonight I picked up some free friend chicken. I'm walking out of the place and I hear a swishing sound of like track pants. I ignore it at fist because I'm in a city with all sorts of sounds, but it keeps up, so I turn to see what the sound is and it's this black guy jogging at my walking pace right behind me staring down at my bag of fried chicken. He literally spooked me; I got goosebumps all over. I asked "...can I help you?" and then just got the fuck away from him. He didn't say anything, he just stood there and stared at me.

The thing is, I have so many points that if someone asked me to, like a normal fucking person, I would just buy them dinner.

I can't keep doing this. I live in a part of town that's systemically segregated, but the whole surrounding area is dog shit. It's only a matter of "when not if" I run into a violent nigger and not just a silly nigger.
Keep your head on a fucking swivel man. I suffer from a fair bit of paranoia but it's always saved me from crap like that. Always looking back when someone passes, not having ear buds in at all times. You owe it to yourself to be vigilant.
 
Keep your head on a fucking swivel man. I suffer from a fair bit of paranoia but it's always saved me from crap like that. Always looking back when someone passes, not having ear buds in at all times. You owe it to yourself to be vigilant.
Dude, straight up I try to be. It's exhausting. "Around blacks never relax" is real. About a year ago one tried to sucker punch me from behind because I told him to fuck off after he shoved me to try to fare hop behind me at the train station. They are legit sneaky people and to be honest I don't think I would have trusted anyone else telling me that until I've seen it myself time and time again.

I got in touch with a local train autist online who tracks the transit crime and he was like "oh yeah I know who that is based on the description, he's done that before" and I google the name and it's an arrest picture of the kid. He's been arrested on the train with knives before...

I made a police report right after it happened but it was honestly a formality to the police because they won't give a fuck until he becomes another Decarlos Dejuan Brown Jr and stabs a woman in the throat.
 
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