I Remember- The Dawn of Black Run America

Paul Kersey and Hunter Wallace seem to be in their 20’s, and for them “BRA” has always been there. For people maybe, 35 or under rap has always been the music of youth, and sports stars have always been mostly black. It’s all the more notable that such young people would be able to see through the carefully constructed Potemkin village of black wonderfulness.

I’m an old fart, though, and I can remember the day the circus came to town.

When I was a small boy my family lived in a small town in the desert north of Los Angeles. It was a place far away from the turmoil of the 60’s, and only a few blacks lived in the area. There was a black kid named Raymond in my kindergarten class, and I though it strange he always brought five pennies instead of a nickel for milk.

One day- thinking back it was the spring of 1969- Miss Avery called a very important meeting of her first grade class. (That was when young single women were still called Miss.) A kid named Mark had used the “n” word. Miss Avery gathered us together and told us the only difference between white and black people was skin color- I remember her rubbing the back of her very white hand. (This was when we were told black people were the same, before the long list of ways in which black people were superior to white people had been discovered.)

Mark was maybe a little weird. His family was Jewish but his father was some kind of a big game hunter- I went to his house once and there were animal heads all over the walls. They participated in shooting sports as well. Like the hapless Ralphie in A Christmas Story, I’m sure he picked up the word from his dad. Learning appropriate behavior and language is part of growing up. Miss Avery might well have said, “Mark, that is not a nice thing to say. Please don’t say it in class.” But no; she was an early example of the crusading white liberal teacher, so a class assembly was called for.

The worst of it though, and what I remember most distinctly, was Mark’s mother. She had been summoned to witness the group reeducation effort. I remember how mortified she looked. I learned a very strong lesson from this. Be careful what you say or your mother will be publicly humiliated.

This shows how much what we have been told is education and enlightenment is really bullying and domination. Humiliation is a terrific tool of social control. Liberals use it like a club or a rapier, depending on the situation. The trouble is that eventually it loses its power over some people. The victim learns and accepts his role as a social outcast. He learns he doesn’t really need approval to get by. Having taken the worst they can dish out, he loses fear of further punishment.

When white people lose all fear of punishment, then BRA will really be over.

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About thrasymachus33308

I like fast cars, fast women and southern-fried rock. I have an ongoing beef with George Orwell. I take my name from a character in Plato's "Republic" who was exasperated with the kind of turgid BS that passed for deep thought and political discourse in that time and place, just as I am today. The character, whose name means "fierce fighter" was based on a real person but nobody knows for sure what his actual political beliefs were. I take my pseudonym from a character in an Adam Sandler song who was a obnoxious jerk who pissed off everybody.
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5 Responses to I Remember- The Dawn of Black Run America

  1. CorkyAgain says:

    “I learned a very strong lesson from this. Be careful what you say or your mother will be publicly humiliated.”

    LOL! That’s priceless. We become men the day we stop caring how Mom would feel about it. She knows better than anyone where our buttons are and how to use them to manipulate us, so going after her was a brilliant stratagem on the teacher’s part.

  2. Rex May says:

    Wonderful post! Ex-Army links to it and comments on the subject here:
    http://ex-army.blogspot.com/2011/09/names-have-consequences.html

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  4. seedofjapheth says:

    One of the things that really screwed up America was when the urban music shifted from new jack swing to gangsta rap. The new jack swing music was from the late eighties and early nineties and involved a lot of dance movies and people singing about romance. Then in the early nineties gangsta rap became real popular and that really glorified criminal behavior and that created some problems among the youth(both white and black).

    A major problem with much of the black culture being promoted is that the type of black culture being promoted is the segment of black culture that glorifies criminality. Black people who glorify criminality are being given a voice while black people who just want to sing about normal stuff don’t seem to be appreciated as much. It seems that many white people have a fetish for listening to people talk about crime in the ghetto.

    Or if we take it back even further to the 70’s look at the jackson 5. They didn’t glorify violence. Although I am uncomfortable with little kids being in pop groups because it is a form of youth exploitation and I disagree with people doing that. Al Green was good though, at least he didn’t sing songs that glorified crime.

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