African-American Appreciation Thread - Not Actually an Appreciation Thread

[The Un-Clit]

Do you guys really want some finger licking ribs sticking white food? Some stuff to make your ancestors proud? Get a load of what I love cooking. The county hasn't condemned my house, yet.

One pound peeled crawfish tails or shrimp. Peeling is a pain, and for this recipe frozen fish-farmed seafood is fine. In a skillet, heat crawfish/shrimp. Add one can rotel mild chile/tomatos. Or chop your own. Stores around here sell packages of pre-chopped celery/onions and chopping a tomato is better than ro-tel. Anyway, simmer together, then add 1 can condensed Campbell/Progresso Golden Mushroom. Mix well and simmer 15 minutes. Steam 1 package saffron rice while that's going. Then put the rice in a medium casserole dish. Add stovetop mixture on top, cook uncovered in oven at 350 for 20 minutes. After 15 minutes, cover with grated cheese of your choice (I do cheddar) for the last 5 minutes, then remove from oven. It'll feed a bunch of people, and you can always scale it up. Oysters are good with it, too, if you can find any. Even those canned ones in the mystery oil.

You not only cook and eat giant sea-bugs, you mix them with fungus soup too? Post handpix. I don't believe you aren't a nigger.

 

[The Un-Clit]

You have hundreds of posts in this thread and haven't gotten sick of watching the same racist sloptube for lower class lumpenprole morons so I need to see some proof you aren't in a group home

Motherfucker, you actually made me count them! And I only have 54 so clearly I'm not nearly racist enough.

 

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Then there's this lady in Japan not having any of it from the queen negress.
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I don't know if it's out of date cultural bullshit as filtered by 4chan and Chinese cartoons, but, Japanese women with dyed hair used to be a specific subculture, either their version of valley girls or their version of street punks. Given the clothes I'm guessing the latter.

It would amuse me to no end if the various street gangs and even organized crime hit a "you know wat fuck these niggers" stage of being done with their shit and just decided to do something about it.

 

[Lord Of Shit]

Tyler Washington will die moments later never even realizing 25 years ago he was that nigger in the dodge challenger ramming the fire truck trying to keep him alive.

I'm getting inspiration for another Christopher Nolan mindfuck movie, here...

 

[Clown College 2nd Year]

I don't know if it's out of date cultural bullshit as filtered by 4chan and Chinese cartoons, but, Japanese women with dyed hair used to be a specific subculture, either their version of valley girls or their version of street punks. Given the clothes I'm guessing the latter.

It would amuse me to no end if the various street gangs and even organized crime hit a "you know wat fuck these niggers" stage of being done with their shit and just decided to do something about it.

Yep that's gyaru or ganguro for the fake-n-bake tan california girl style. That lady doesn't seem to really pulling off that style I just wonder if she's a typical Tokyo girl with some money who's had enough of foreign tourists.

 

[DeeDee Megadoodoo]

Jokes write themselves when the biggest chimpouts over the smallest things usually involve fried chicken.

A statistics professor could teach a whole semester on this factoid.

 

[David Floyd George]

I just wonder if she's a typical Tokyo girl with some money

I think atypical in that her spoken English is quite good, which is unusual in Japan (the Japanese are generally much better in their English reading/writing than their speaking). I'd bet she's spent some time in the US, either study abroad or her father was here as an expat. That would explain the black fatigue.

who's had enough of foreign tourists.

lol, nowadays that's pretty much everyone in Japan. The yen's collapse over the past 4 years has made Japan a discount tourist destination, and the riffraff has come flooding in.

 

[moocow]

lol, nowadays that's pretty much everyone in Japan. The yen's collapse over the past 4 years has made Japan a discount tourist destination, and the riffraff has come flooding in.

I was wondering what the real impetus was that was luring in all the niggers. Japan is (well, was) famously expensive to visit if you didn't spend time researching how to do things inexpensively and preparing well in advance (just the number of tourists who don't realize they can't buy the "tourist train ticket multipass bonanza special" in-country blows my mind, especially given how well publicized it is).

Weakened currency exchange would explain why niggers are suddenly able to afford traveling there. Low credit card limits aren't as restrictive when the monetary unit goes further.

 

[David Floyd George]

Weakened currency exchange would explain why niggers are suddenly able to afford traveling there. Low credit card limits aren't as restrictive when the monetary unit goes further.

Even further than that for a lot of them - cheap business hotels and all meals/beverages coming from conbini seems to be their MO. The Chinese tourists are just as bad; though they spend more $ they're a special breed of pain-in-the-ass.

 

[Lord Of Shit]

Even further than that for a lot of them - cheap business hotels and all meals/beverages coming from conbini seems to be their MO. The Chinese tourists are just as bad; though they spend more $ they're a special breed of pain-in-the-ass.

At least the Chinese tourists can read, somewhat. The niggers manage to be illiterate in languages other than their "native" English.

 

[David Floyd George]

At least the Chinese tourists can read, somewhat.

The general problem with Chinese tourists is that they're rude, loud, littering, surging masses of almost-identical humanoids. The specific problem with Chinese tourists is that their presence doesn't generate much benefit to the locals - social costs a lot of times outweigh economic gains. Chinese tourists are funneled to Chinese-owned hotels, they eat at Chinese-owned restaurants, they shop at Chinese-owned stores, and they're carried along to all their destinations on Chinese-owned tour buses. (To be fair, the latter bit applies to Koreans and Japanese on organized overseas tours as well.)

 

[Garina'sVengeance]

 

[The One Who Sneeds]

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Nobody even tried to help him dude what the fuck are these people doing? They just stand there watching like literal braindead retards while a nog assaults somebody and destroys store property.

I can't really blame them though I know wild gorilla attacks are pretty rare especially in an urban area like this

 

[GaryGray]

Since this came up as a sponsored post thought it would be a good cross-post. This is a 2023 story of someone who did Teaching For America, a program that had newly graduated teachers from ivy league and other top schools go teach in the inner city for two years after a five week boot camp post their graduation. It is exactly what you would expect where this well educated guy got buck broken after realizing that teaching in the inner city doesn't end up like The Wire, Stand and Deliver, or Freedom Writers.
https://kiwifarms.st/threads/taught-for-america-a-chronicle-of-failure.165614
Some choice quotes, which while it is a wall of text is nothing in comparison to the whole article. If you have the time it is worth a full read.

When Kenyon was transferred into my class mid-second year with an enormous file explaining how his gross-motor problems were in part the product of his mother holding a curling iron to his feet as a baby to stop him from crying,

we were cautioned on several occasions by TFA higher-ups not to stress the negatives when sharing our experiences from the classroom.

People aren’t born smart; intelligence comes from practice. At the end of the lesson, the teacher leads the students in a chant. “Work Hard!,” the teacher shouts. “Get Smart!” the students shout back.

This was actually Deandra’s third fight of the day, each with a different student. [...] A majority of my students are between 10 and 11 years old, but Deandra is 12 and well into puberty. She is a half-foot taller than most other students and weighs at least 120 pounds.

We’ve been told several times that it is against the law for teachers to physically break up fights without a specific certification. We’ve also been told that we are legally liable for injuries sustained in our classroom.

I was setting up my classroom later that day when the neighboring fourth grade teacher, a multi-decade veteran named Mrs. Holmes, came over to introduce herself.
She waddled in slowly, eating a bag of chips. She was often eating chips – sometimes while she taught. She ate them deliberately, one-by-one so as not to ruin nails which were always colorful, plastic and three inches long.

My memories of those two years are overwhelmingly negative. I can picture best the faces of my worst behaved and most academically challenged students. This is exactly the negativity bias whose problematic effects we were always being warned about.

A flashbulb memory from my second year, for instance, depicts how, on the way to pick up my students from lunch, I came across a large fifth grader named Dante holding a small third grader against the wall by his collar and bouncing the boy’s tiny head against the concrete with his fists.

She was a conscientious and dedicated mother. She was also somewhat of an outlier in the sense that she took seriously the idea that her child was responsible for avoiding fights.
With other parents, you’d get maybe a one- or two-fight window where their child is clearly to blame. After that, they’d begin to suspect that you had lost control, that their child was at-risk, or that you were singling them out.
“I don’t let no one touch my child,” one mother told me.
“If someone hits you, you hit them back. Simple as that,” a father said.
“Someone puts their hands on my child, she’s gonna put her hands on them.”
“You can get killed around here if people think you’re a punk.”

The rule governing rough play, which holds that “If someone touches you, touch them back,” turns into “if someone throws a crayon at you, you are perfectly justified to punch them multiple times in the face.”

Obviously, I expected things to be bad. I’d heard the horror stories. I had watched the fourth season of the Wire twice. But before you’re living them, the horror stories are just the unpleasant first act of the redemption tale you assume lies in store for you. I expected to fail, but I also expected to succeed eventually. It did not take long to cease feeling this way.

a school social worker delivered Shawn back to class during the math lesson. Shawn had been “running the halls.” [...] It would be a horrible thing to admit that you hated a 10-year-old who was under your care.. But I was terrified of Shawn. I’d see his face in the morning and my gut would sink. And even though he was never absent—he was very proud of three years of perfect attendance—I fantasized about the day he transferred to another school.

The classroom order started to deteriorate [result of Shawn being a class clown]. Students were out of their seats, talking to each other as if I wasn’t there. I threatened to call Shawn’s mother, the greatest threat of all for some students but an empty one for Shawn, as both of us knew. “Go ahead. Call her,” he said. “I don’t care.” His mother seldom picked up my calls, and in the few instances where I had gotten through, she was hardly an ally. “He tells me what goes on up there,” she’d say. “How you pickin’ on him all the time?”

Cynthia, a tall girl who looked and acted much older than she was, came by to see me. Cynthia was a decent student by Richmond’s standards, which meant she was only a grade and a half behind. “Morning, Cynthia, what’s up?” I asked her as she walked in, arms folded around the Trapper Keeper at her chest. “My father dead,” she told me, flatly. She was rocking side to side, half smiling. “He got shot last night. But it’s OK. He don’t come around much.”

In the end, reading abilities in my classroom spanned 9 levels, from 6th grade to the emergent level – the classification for students just learning how to read. Only 6 students were reading at grade level. Second grade-level was the average.

Brandon, a B-level reader (kindergarten), sat next to Anthony, the lone W-level reader (6th grade) in the class. At some point, Brandon began surreptitiously borrowing Anthony’s W-level books to read, or rather to fake read during quiet reading time. [...] When I caught him doing this one day and tried to correct him, he stood up and threw the children’s book across the room. “I ain’t reading this baby shit no more,” he yelled. The class erupted in laughter. This earned a call to his mother, a stout, boisterous woman who often volunteered at the school. “Come here,” she said, more forcefully. When he didn’t come, she walked over to his desk and pulled him out of his seat by the collar. She stood him up and slapped him neatly across the face, not nearly as hard as she could have, but hard enough to make the tears flow. Then she dragged him by the collar into the hallway, where she screamed at him loud enough for the neighboring classrooms to hear, and slapped him a few more times. I don’t think I ever called his mom again.

Justin was that year’s Shawn. He was the most disruptive student in my class. [...] When Justin was out of class for a few days in a row that February, I didn’t think anything of it at first. [...] So I’d usually wait a week or so before stopping by the office to double check if a student was still on my roster. When I had asked about Justin, the school secretary Miss Albert seemed annoyed. “His mother was up here last week,” she said. “Didn’t nobody tell you?” Isn’t that your job? I wanted to say. But making copies was also one of her jobs and since I never brought her lunch from McDonald’s like so many other teachers, I was having a hard enough time already getting my dittos done in a timely fashion. I bit my tongue. “What school is he at now?” “He’s at Gilmore,” she said. [...] With Justin gone, my classroom management improved dramatically.

I began to suspect that I was getting the hang of things. The dread I had always felt walking into school each day dissipated. [...] Then, one day, as I walked into the main office, I saw Justin standing next to his mother, as she signed some paperwork. “Hi, Mr. Evans,” he said, cheerfully. “Hi Justin,” I said, trying to play it straight. “What brings you here?” “We moved again,” he said. He looked up at his mother, who ignored us. “I’m coming back to Richmond.” [...] Justin’s absence was a striking testament to the outsized effect one student can have on the behavior of others. His return had an even larger effect than his absence. Students who had never had behavioral problems began acting out.

About a month after Justin came back, the administration put me on my second Professional Improvement Plan, or PIP, in two years. Ostensibly, a PIP was meant to provide support for struggling teachers. But really it was a device for creating a paper trail that officially absolved the administration of any responsibility for poor outcomes that might follow.

When those two years were finally over, when my system finally had a chance to gear down, a depression like none I’ve ever experienced fell over me. I lost 30 pounds in 2 months. For the first and only time in my life, I had suicidal thoughts. And like many ex-teachers, I had nightmares about the classroom. Occasionally I still do.

I was broke too, which was embarrassing since I was making more money a year than I ever have since. [...] I knew people in TFA who had saved up for law school or funded month-long trips to Europe with their excess funds. When I dismissed my students for the last time, I had about $200 to my name and had to get a job at a restaurant immediately. [...] One reason for my penury was that I had spent many thousands of dollars on school supplies, especially on copies at FedEx, where I’d stop at least twice a week on the way to school. To get copies at Richmond, you had to submit the worksheets 3 days in advance.

In Philadelphia, the TFA trainers had urged us to create a list of “non-negotiable” activities and pleasures to help us keep our sanity. [...] My non-negotiables were food and booze – lots of both. I was in a group of about 20-25 TFA members who operated like a co-ed fraternity. [...] when 3:30 pm Friday came around, the party began and didn’t stop until Sunday afternoon. We’d laugh about how we drank even more than in college. We knew we were coping.

One of the more common questions I get about being in TFA is whether I wonder about what’s become of my students. The answer is I try not to. A few years ago, someone texted me a news story from the Baltimore Sun about a 17-year-old boy who had shot two people to death as they sat in their car. It was revenge for a robbery. At the top of the page, staring back at me, was Justin’s mugshot. He looked the same.

TL;DR The system has crippled educators from removing the problem students who will never change. This then drags other kids down makes it impossible to do anything other than test prep. One bad apple can spoil the barrel.

 

[Hey Bitches it's me]

Since this came up as a sponsored post thought it would be a good cross-post. This is a 2023 story of someone who did Teaching For America, a program that had newly graduated teachers from ivy league and other top schools go teach in the inner city for two years after a five week boot camp post their graduation. It is exactly what you would expect where this well educated guy got buck broken after realizing that teaching in the inner city doesn't end up like The Wire, Stand and Deliver, or Freedom Writers.
https://kiwifarms.st/threads/taught-for-america-a-chronicle-of-failure.165614
Some choice quotes, which while it is a wall of text is nothing in comparison to the whole article. If you have the time it is worth a full read

I guarantee you this man still does not realize it is a race problem

 

[JustSomeDong]

I guarantee you this man still does not realize it is a race problem

Maybe. But, I'll allow the possibility that he does, but he doesn't want to invite the inevitable struggle session and career suicide admitting it would almost assuredly lead to.

I mean, when you live in Leningrad, you just have to bite your tongue and "Join the Party" and "talk the talk," even when you know its all bullshit. What else can you do?

 

[ATandTism]

Nobody even tried to help him dude what the fuck are these people doing? They just stand there watching like literal braindead retards while a nog assaults somebody and destroys store property.

I can't really blame them though I know wild gorilla attacks are pretty rare especially in an urban area like this

Remember that time a White guy tried to stop a nigger from chimping out on a train? How he got raked through the coals by the kikes and had his life ruined? Yeah.

 

[Troon_Patrol]

@Lord Of Shit : I'm getting inspiration for another Christopher Nolan mindfuck movie, here...

Dying in a fast food parking lot while you prevented aid to your future self is the nigger version of

Spoiler: The underrated Bruce Willis movie in which

in which he witnesses his own death seeing a man gunned down in an airport as a child not realizing it would be him some 30 years later. 12 Monkeys 1995

I thought that movie was great. Especially considering low budget the film was and the supporting actor was great.
Or
The that

Spoiler: Ethan Hawke film that no one saw for some reason.

. "Predestination" 2014. Where the main character is both protagonist, the time traveling law enforcement detective and the antagonist, the "Fizzle bomber" setting off explosive devices

Those are just films. Meanwhile in real life niggers refuse to cooperate with police, everything from property crime to homicide rates go up. The start fraudulent charities and workup he public into frenzy and burn down billions in property, nobody wants to build grocery store where 6 months ago the last one that had nothing to do with some retarded nigger getting shot by cops had anything to do with the store itself. Hardly as inter sting as science fiction, it's not even fiction or unexpected.

 

[Toxic BRAAAAP Mask]

then add 1 can condensed Campbell/Progresso Golden Mushroom

I'd eat my cat before I'd touch another can of Campbell's condensed slop. Niggas be crazy.

The general problem with Chinese tourists is that they're rude, loud, littering, surging masses of almost-identical humanoids.

The Chinese in Kyoto were horrible. After my first day I made the smart decision to never go anywhere touristy between 7:30 and 2ish. Just absolute hordes of Chinese, like short yellow locusts that would subsume you if you weren't normal whitey height.

 

[Sicko Hunter]

Since this came up as a sponsored post thought it would be a good cross-post. This is a 2023 story of someone who did Teaching For America, a program that had newly graduated teachers from ivy league and other top schools go teach in the inner city for two years after a five week boot camp post their graduation. It is exactly what you would expect where this well educated guy got buck broken after realizing that teaching in the inner city doesn't end up like The Wire, Stand and Deliver, or Freedom Writers.
https://kiwifarms.st/threads/taught-for-america-a-chronicle-of-failure.165614
Some choice quotes, which while it is a wall of text is nothing in comparison to the whole article. If you have the time it is worth a full read.

This is all rooted in "black people are disproportionally punished therefore punishing students is racist and anything negative relating to browns is a result of systemic racism" leftist psychosis. The reason your well behaved white child can't get good public education is because of Marxist school administration. You can get mad at blacks but people allowing it to happen are mostly white leftist school admin.