It's a Wonderful Race!

By James Bronson

There once was a college freshman named George who thought he knew it all.
While home for Christmas Break, George and his father got into a heated dispute
after dinner one night. The argument began when the young student tried to
explain to his father that, as White people, they should be held accountable for
all the wrongs that they had inflicted upon non-Whites throughout history.

George explained: "Because of European racism and greed, we stole the Native
Americans' land, we held African Americans in slavery, we persecuted the Jews,
and we ruined the environment. We've been oppressive racists for thousands of
years so it's only fair that we pay economic reparations for the harm we've done
to the world. I'm happy to see we are ending our political and economic
domination of the oppressed peoples, but we still have a long way to go."

George's dad was shocked to hear such talk. "Who put that commie-pinko crap
into your head, son? Did one of your sandal-wearing hippy college professors
teach you that?" the father asked.

To which the son replied: "That's the truth dad. My anthropology professor, Dr.
Irving Silverstein, says so. He ought to know. Dr. Silverstein is a critically
acclaimed author and a Ph.D. People of your generation just don't understand
because you were raised in a White supremacist racist society. That's why I've
come to admire Dr. Rev. Martin Luther King as the greatest man in American
history. He stood up to the racists of your generation. Because of him, my
generation of White kids is completely colorblind."

The father angrily replied: "That's a bunch of horsecrap! I've always been fair-
minded and tolerant of people from all backgrounds and races. When have you
ever heard a racial epithet come out of my mouth? I haven't "oppressed' anybody,
and furthermore there's nothing wrong with identifying with your own people,
including the European race of people. Your race is in your blood. It's like an
extension of your biological family and you ought to be mindful of your European
heritage and identity, just like every other racial group in America is aware of its
identity. Why is it OK for them to have a natural sense of racial solidarity but it's
evil for us Europeans to feel that way?"

The young "intellectual" rolled his eyes disrespectfully.

"Come on dad, that's the same kind of White supremacy that Hitler tried to
peddle. Those racist attitudes were discredited years ago."

"Discredited by whom?" retorted the father.

"By emminent scholars like Professor Silverstein." replied George.

"He's an emminent buttwipe, that's what he is! He's selling you horsecrap and
you're buying it!"

"No dad! He's a leading anthropolgist, and his book, "The White Plague", has
been critically acclaimed by The New York Times, Newsweek Magazine, and the
Washington Post. I realize you didn't get a chance to go to college dad....so you
just don't understand these things. You're just a plumber! There's only one race
and that's the human race. Diversity is our greatest strength. Who cares how
much melanin we have in our skin? Differences in so-called "race" are as
insignificant as differences in belly buttons. Race is only an articial social
construct, nothing more. And besides, UN statistics now show that low White
birth rates, immigration patterns, and the fact that we live in an increasingly
multicultural society and global economy, will mean that Europeans and their
ethnocentric and racist culture will have been blended out by the end of the
century."

Turning red with anger, the father yelled: "You are a walking clich you know
that boy? Is this what I'm paying for? For you to learn that it's a good thing that
the European peoples of the world fade out and cease to exist? Is that what you
really want?"

Young George replied, "Yes! I think it's great! We are already down to just 9% of
world population and falling. When we are all brown and yellow, it will mean the
end of racism and the end of hate. The oppressed peoples of the world would
have been better off if us racist White Europeans had never existed to begin
with."

"What did you just say?! George's father asked.

"I said I wish us White people had never existed!

And immediately following that statement, there came suddenly a blast of cold
wind, an explosion, and a huge smoke cloud. When the smoke had settled,
George found himself alone and lost in a cold forest. After a few seconds of
confusion and disorientation, a frumpy old man then appeared out of nowhere.
He leaned against a tree and spoke:

"Well, George, you've got your wish."

George asked: "Where am I? What's going on here? And who are you?"

The old man answered: "I'm Clarence P. Oddbody, Angel 2nd class. You've got
your wish George. I was sent here to show you what the world would have been
like if Europeans, or Whites, had never existed. You now live in a world where
White people never existed. No 'dumb blondes' , no redheads, no brown heads,
no blue or green eyed devils. Just blacks, browns, and yellows."
"Really? Wow! That's cool! I'll have no problem adapting because there's not a
racist bone in my body. And when I get back to my world, I'll be able to tell
Professor Silverstein and all my friends how wonderful this non-racist world was.
Say, where exactly am I anyway?

"You're in what would have been Bedford Falls, New York, standing on what
would have been your parents' home at 286 Grove Ave." replied Clarence.

George paused, then said: "Oh. I get it. There is no deforestation in a non White
world. Unlike the rampaging Europeans, the native Americans were
environmentally conscious. Nonetheless, I'm freezing out here. Where's the
nearest motel Clarence?"

"Motel?" said the angel with a chuckle. "There are no motels here in what you
once knew as North America. But there are some caves up in those mountains
where you can find shelter."

"Caves?! No way dude. I want a nice warm bed to sleep in."

"I don't think you understand George. There are no buildings here in non-White
America because the evil Europeans were never here to build them. Whites
never existed, remember? The natives use tents for shelters - you know, "tee
pees". Would you like to go meet some local Indians....excuse me...'Native
Americans'? Perhaps they'll let you stay in one."

"A tent? But it's 10 degrees outside?...Oh well. It's better than a cave I suppose.
Let's go talk to the local Chief."

Clarence and George walked through the cold and wet forest for about 30
minutes before George had a sudden thought.

"Wait a second Clarence. Are these Native Americans we are going to visit
friendly or hostile?" asked George.

"Why, George, that's a racist question to ask. Just because some American Indian
tribes were brutal savages who scalped their victims alive, it doesn't mean they
all were like that." said the laughing angel sarcastically.

"I know that, Clarence. And I'm not a racist. I hate racism! There is not a racist
bone in my body. There is only one race and that's the human race. Diversity is
our greatest strength. Nonetheless, I'd feel safer if I could have a gun to defend
myself in case they try to...you know...scalp me alive."

"Gun?" replied the angel. "There are no guns for you to defend yourself with.
Firearms were invented by evil Europeans. And besides, liberals like you want to
ban guns. You could make a spear with those branches over there."
,
"Spears? That's too much work. I have a better idea Clarence! Give me a
telephone. I'll call the local Tribe to ask if it's OK for me to come over and sleep
there."

"Telephone?" replied the angel. "There are no telephones here. Alexander

Graham Bell was another evil White man, so he never existed. No Europeans,
remember?"

"Forget it, then," replied George. "I'll sleep in the damn cave!"

Upon arriving at the cave, a shivering George asked Clarence for a lighter so
that he could light a fire.

"A lighter?" replied Clarence. "There are no lighters here, and no matches. Those
are European gadgets, and evil Europeans never existed, remember? If you want
to get warm, you need to do like the locals do and start rubbing twigs together."

"Oh come on, man! You mean to tell me these people still rub sticks together for
fire?"

" 'These people'? What do you mean by 'these people'?" mocked the angel.

"Oh you know what I mean Clarence!"

"George. These Indians live exactly as they did before the evil White man arrived
from Europe just a few centuries ago," said the angel.

"I refuse to stay in this cold cave, and I damn sure ain't gonna light a fire with
twigs, and I refuse to sleep in a teepee! I'll go to Africa. I can make it in a
warmer climate, and I'll adapt quickly to the great African civilizations that
surely will have developed by now. Which way to the nearest airport?"
"Airport?" said Clarence. "There are no airplanes here George. The Wright
Brothers, those evil White inventors of the airplane, were never born. This is a
world without Whites, remember?"

"Oh." said George sheepishly. "How about a ship then?"

"Ships?" laughed the angel. "I'm afraid the most seaworthy rafts available to you
won't be of much help in crossing the vast Atlantic Ocean. The great Viking
sailors and European navigators never existed. No Phoenicians, no Leif Erikson,
no Henry the Navigator, no Columbus, no Magellan, no Hudson and no Robert
Fulton. Even if you could build your own ship, there would be no compass for you
to navigate with and no sextant either. I'm afraid you're stuck here George."

George fell silent. Clarence then said: "OK George. I'll let you cheat a bit. Grab
onto my magic coat tail and we'll fly to Africa."

"Cool!" said George.

When they arrived in Africa, George saw thousands of half-naked African
tribesmen being herded along a dirt path. They were guarded by other Africans
with spears.

"What are they doing to those poor men?" George asked Clarence.

"They are being enslaved by another tribe. Slavery was common in Africa long
before the Whites arrived." Clarence said. "In fact, most of the slaves who were
shipped to the Americas were sold to the mostly Jewish slave traders by African
tribal leaders."

"This is an outrage!" George shrieked. "Take me to Dr. Martin Luther King. Since
his evil White assassin never existed, this great man will still be alive. He's
probably a great King somewhere, leader of an advanced civilization. He will free
the slaves from their African masters. Take me to him, Clarence."

"George, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Take me to him now!" George shouted back.

"All right. All right. Follow me George."

Clarence led George to a little hut deep in the heart of Africa. The naked women
and children gazed upon white George in wonder. Most of the young men were
out on a hunt but the older men stayed behind. George was led to the hut of the
tribal witch doctor and spiritual leader. There he saw a wild-looking man,
covered in smelly animal skins.

"What the hell is that?" George asked.

"Meet witch doctor Matuno Luta Kinga" Clarence said. "He never became Dr.
Martin Luther King because there were no universities or seminaries built to
educate him. Europeans weren't there to create such opportunities. But he did
become the tribe's spiritual leader. He specializes in casting spells. Perhaps he
can help you?"

The "doctor" gazed in wonder at George. Then he motioned to his henchmen to

seize young George. The tribesmen grabbed George and tied him to a tree. .

"Stop it! Let me go! What are they going to do to me?" cried George hysterically.

"They're going to cut your balls off George. The good doctor King...I mean Kinga
-- believes that by castrating you while you are still alive, it will bring good
fortune and fertility to his tribe. Ah the benefits of modern medicine." laughed
Clarence.

"Clarence! Clarence! Help me, Clarence! Help me!"

"But George, you told me that you wanted to go to Africa and to meet your hero,
Reverend King."

Terrified, George replied: "This part of Africa has not developed yet. I can see
that now. Take me to North Africa where Egypt and Carthage established great
civilizations. Just get me out of here! Please Clarence please! Clarence!"

Just as the witch doctor's blade was about to carve out George's testacles,
George vanished into thin air. He then found himself on the banks of the river
Nile in Egypt.

"Thank you Clarence. Thank you," George said. "I don't understand it Clarence.
Why does so much of the world remain so brutal and primitive? I learned during
Black History Month about many talented black inventors and scientists. Garrett
Morgan, George Washington Carver, Benjamin Banneker, Granville Woods. Then
there's Dr. Carson, the top brain surgeon in all of America. Where are these
men?"

Clarence replied:
"Don't you understand yet? America, and Africa, exist exactly as they did before
the Europeans discovered them. Civilization as you had known it had only been
introduced to these people just a few centuries ago by the Europeans. There are
no universities, no hospitals, no means of transportation other than animals, no
science, no medicine, no machines. In fact, the wheel hasn't even been
discovered in Sub-Saharan Africa! Those black scientists, inventors, doctors,
athletes, and entertainers you speak of were never given the opportunity to
realize their full human potential because Europeans weren't around to
introduce higher civilization and learning to them. There are no George
Washington Carvers in this non-European world, no Dr. Carsons, no Booker T.
Washingtons, no Benjamin Bannekers, no Michael Jordans, no Oprah Winfreys,
no Bill Cosbys, no Barack Obamas..."

"Stop it! That's a racist lie!" cried George. "Let's drive over to the great pyramids
of Egypt right now and I'll show you one of the great wonders of the world
.....built by non-Whites! Get me a car Clarence!"

'A car? asked Clarence. "There are no cars here. Daimler and Benz, the evil
German inventors of the internal combustion engine, were never born...nor was
Henry Ford. There are no paved roads either. This is a world without evil White
Europeans, remember?"

"No cars! Damn! I'll just take a train to the pyramids then."

Clarence shook his head in wonder at George's stupidity: "There are no trains in
this world either, George. Evil White Europeans weren't here to build locomotive
engines or to discover the many uses of coal, oil and gas, or to build trains or lay
tracks. But I'll allow you to cheat again. Grab hold of my magic coat tail and we'll
take a short flight over to the site of the pyramids. You studied geography, so you
direct me as we fly."

"OK Clarence. But before we go, I need to use the bathroom. Is there a pay toilet
around here?"

"Toilets?" replied the angel. "There are no toilets or urinals in this world.
Plumbing was developed by evil white Europeans. The people in this non-White
world still relieve themselves in open fields."

"No plumbing?!" cried George

"Nope. Makes you appreciate your father, who is 'just a plumber' doesn't it
George? Tell me George. Was it your precious Dr. Silverstein who taught you to
have such contempt for honest hard labor?

George did not respond. He just looked down in shame. Clarence turned around
so George could do his business alongside the river.

"I need some toilet paper." George said.

"Toilet paper?" replied the angel. "There..."

"I know. I know. Toilet paper hasn't been invented yet. Just hand me some leaves
then!"

Clarence obliged. Then the two of them flew towards the pyramids. George
observed:

"I don't understand. According to my recollections from Geography class, the

great pyramids should be near this very spot. We ought to be able to see them
from miles away."

"Well, George, I'm sure your professors at the college never told you this, but the
ancient Egyptians were not black or brown, not in the early and peak days of
their civilization anyway. They were Caucasians. The scientists who examined the
Egyptian mummies confirmed this fact. Mummies with blonde and red hair are in
museums today - in the world that you once knew that is. Did you know that a
2011 DNA test even proved that Egyptian King Tut shares common ancestry with
70% of British men, and 50% of all European men? Oddly enough, there is NOT
a similar DNA match between today's "Egyptians" and King Tut. Egypt's Whites
were blended out by Black Nubians. "

So, there are no pyramids in this non -White world George, and no Sphinx either.
And the later day Carthaginians were also White, as are most of the modern day
Berbers of North Africa."
"Are you serious? I never heard that before." said George.
"Of course you haven't. The truth has been concealed from you. Here, take my
laptop. Google "White Egyptian mummies' if you don't believe me."

George looked at the blonde and red haired mummy photos and read the
scientific articles. He stood dumb founded with his mouth open.
George became pensive. He faced northward towards Europe, turned to
Clarence and said:

"My great grandparents on my mother's side came to America from Holland. On

dad's side, grandmom is Italian and French. Grandpop is Scotch-Irish.
.....Clarence?"

"Yes George."

"What became of Europe?"

Clarence replied: "Europe became populated by Asiatic tribes who pushed

westward. They've settled down a bit but life is much the same as it is in North
America. A nomadic existence based on hunting and food gathering. No great
cities, no science, no buildings, no culture, no fine art - just a hard daily struggle
against life and the elements of nature. In a Europe without evil White people,
Rome never existed, nor did Greece. There was no Renaissance either. It's a
short flyover the Mediterranean Sea, George. Let's go visit shall we?"

"Ah... let's not Clarence! After my experience with Dr. Kinga, I'd rather pass on
the unknown."
"Take me to Persia then. Surely the great civilization that rivaled Greece will
welcome me." George said.

Clarence laughed out loud.

"Why are you laughing at me?!" shouted George. "Aw come on now Clarence!
Don't tell me the Persian Empire doesn't exist either!

"George, George, George. Don't you know that the ancient Persian civilization
was established by White tribes originating from the Caucus Mountain region of
central Asia. Where do you think the term "Caucasian" comes from? These Indo-
European tribes were known as the Aryans. In Farsi (Persian) Iran actually
translates into "Land of the Aryan." Iran..Aryan...sounds similar right?"

"Oh - my - God! I never knew that! I always thought Aryans were an invention of
the Nazis." said George dumbfounded.

Clarence shook his head in bewildered amusement at the ignorance of his young
pupil. He continued:

"George, you mentioned that you are part Irish George. Well, Ireland also
translates into "Land of the Aryan." The Irish name "Erin" comes from "Aryan",
as does the Greek and Italian "Arianna." So you see George, Northern Europeans
and Persians originated from the same people."

"Wait a minute Clarence, I'll grant you the linguistic similarities between the
Farsi (Persian) and European languages, but Iranians look nothing at all like
Northern Europeans."

Clarence replied: "In the north of Iran (Persia), they still look exactly like
Europeans. These are the pure descendants of the ancient Persians. Have a look
at this pretty White girl George."

Clarence then handed his laptop to George.

"Wow! She is really beautiful..and she's really.....well, White! She's Persian?"

asked George incredulously.

"She most certainly is. Unfortunately, she doesn't exist anymore - thanks to you
George."

George could not take his eyes off of the laptop screen.

"Beautiful isn't she George? There are, or should I say, were, plenty more like her
in northern Iran George. Some are blonde, some brunette, and some with
chestnut color hair. It would be a shame to erase such beauty from the face of
the earth. Don't you think George?"

"Not if I can help it she won't be!" George replied.

George handed the laptop back to Clarence.

"Clarence, this has all been very educational. I've reconsidered many of my
earlier beliefs and I thank to you. But now I want to visit the great civilizations
built by non-Whites. Let's explore the Arab civilizations!" said George as he
clutched Clarence's coat. "Clarence, To Mesopotamia!".

"Sorry George, but just like Egypt and Persia, civilizations such as Babylon,
Assyria, Sumeria, and even the Ottoman Turkish Empire never got off the ground
without the influence of evil White men. Have a look at these Arab Caucasians.
Though far fewer than they were centuries ago, they are still many Whites in the
"Arab world." said Clarence as he again handed his laptop to George.

"Wow! Who is that?

"That's Queen Rania of Jordan. Lovely isn't she?"

"I'll say. She looks like Cindy Crawford! I always believed that Arabs were all
light brown. She's as fair as I am! I can't believe this!"
"I see now that we are really going to have to go far east to see a non White
civilization. Said George as he again clutched Clarence's coat tail.

"Clarence, to India! One of the richest and most vibrant civilizations the world
has ever known."

"As you wish George." said Clarence as the two flew eastward.

Upon arriving at the banks of the river Ganges, George beheld a horrible sight.
There was a mass of emaciated people wading about in the river, along with dead
bodies, animal herds, and human as well as animal waste. Insects buzzed about
everywhere as the overpowering stench of the wretched scene filled up George's
nostrils.

"All right Clarence. Quit playing games!" said George

'What do you mean George?"

"I know all about the brutal poverty of India's lower classes. That's very
unfortunate. But you're being very selective in bringing me to this awful place.
Why not take me to the Taj Mahal, or any of the other splendid palaces of ancient
India?"

"Because they don't exist George."

"What?!"

"It was the White Aryan tribes that treked across Asia and settled in the north of
India, and brought high civilization with them. Any Indian schoolchild knows
about the Aryan migrations, but somehow you don't! The ancient Indo-Aryan
language of Sanskrit is the mother tongue of Latin, Greek, Farsi, and all of the
Slavic and Germanic languages of Europe. It was the White Aryans who civilized
India, built the Taj Mahal, and established the world's first universities. Takshila
and Nalanda universities educated thousands of scholars from all over the
eastern world. Mathematics, science, medicine, philosophy - the Indo-Aryans
knew it all and shared their knowledge with other races. This wonderous Aryan-
Indian civilization is what European explorers like Marco Polo, Columbus, and
others were searching for. I'm afraid you'll not find any software engineers or
doctors in that bunch down by the river George. Just like Dr. Kinga in Africa,
these folks never got their chance because you have so carelessly erased evil
White people from the pages of history!"

George shouted: "Clarence. Now you've gone too far! Don't tell me that the
ancient Indians were White men! That can't be. In the world I came from, I knew
many Indians and they were not White!"

Clarence explained: "As centuries passed, the Indo-European Aryans who

created Indian civilization intermarried with the native Dravidian majorities who
populated the Indian subcontinent. Gradually the evil White people blended out,
for the most part, along with the advanced civilization they had built. Notice that
there are still many fair-skinned Indians and Pakistanis around today, particularly
in the north where the Aryans first settled." .

George reflected upon Clarence's words.

"Hey. You know what Clarence?"

"What's that George."

"There is this kid in my math class named Sanjay. He is as fair skinned as I am,
and he did say that he was from Rajasthan in northern India, and that his family
was descended from Kings! ... Wow! You're right Clarence!"

"Aryan genes are rare now, but still present throughout all of Central Asia. Years
ago there was a famous photo of an Aryan girl from Afghanistan on the cover of
National Geographic." said Clarence.

"That's right! I've seen that image. She was beautiful, and she had these piercing
green eyes. Wow. This is too weird."

George became worried. He knew he could never fit into the harsh primitive
world he had been thrust into, and he was running out of lands! Suddenly he
thought of China.

"China! Yes China! Now you're busted Clarence! China's ancient civilization was
as advanced as any White culture."

Clarence stared at George, and then smirked silently.

"Aw come on Clarence! You telling me that China is backwards too now because
there of no Whites?"

"Absolutely. Not as bad as India, but there is no high civilization there either."

George sat down on the ground and shook his head. "At this point Clarence,
nothing surprises me anymore. Go ahead angel. I'm all ears. Tell me about China.
This ought to be good!"

"Aryans arrived in western China long before the Chinese did. Again the
mummies tell the tale." Clarence explained.

"Mummies?! There are no mummies in China!" laughed George as he rolled his

eyes.

"There most certainly are! 100's of them, as old as 4000 years, were discovered
in China beginning in the 1980's. The mummification techniques were similar to
how the Egyptians dried and mummified their dead. The oldest mummies are
DNA-confirmed Whites, some with red hair and even blonde hair. One mummy is
6' 6" inches tall! Here, have a look at what is known as 'the Beauty of Loulan."
That's her mummy on the left, and an image of what she would look like in real
life on the right."

George took the laptop and gasped at the images. "They found her in China?"

"Yes! Google Chinese mummies George. There are plenty more to look at."

George's jaw dropped in stunned amazement as he looked at the images of

blonde and red haired mummies of China.

"There's more George. Have a look at the pyramids of China, massive structures
MUCH LARGER than those of Egypt! Google: "White Pyramid of China."

"Pyramids in China? No way dude!"

George then viewed the awe inspiring great pyramids of China's isolated interior.
In a state of shock, he then dropped the laptop.

"Oh my God! You're freaking me out!.....Wow! I can't believe this!!! I didn't know
there were pyramids in China! That thing is huge! Why wasn't I ever taught
about this in school? What happened to this White civilization Clarence? Where
did this they disappear to?"

Clarence explained:

"The anti-Whites don't want you to know about this. And the Chinese are too
proud to admit the Aryan influence upon their early civilization. In time,
Caucasians made contact with the Mongoloids. More recent mummies begin to
show Mongoloid features. This indicates that the Whites shared their creative
discoveries with the Mongoloids, before being mass murdered and blended out of
existence by maurading mixed race Turkic Huns and genocidal Mongols."

"And yet, early Mongol Emperors retained some Aryan genes. Genghis Khan,
who slaughtered many millions of Aryans and then personally raped many of
their women, had green eyes and reddish hair. Even today, northern Chinese still
posess traits such as height, square jaws, and in rare cases, blue eyes!"

"Holy cow! You're right Clarence! That basketball player Yao Ming is 7' 6" tall,
and he looks part European! So, Clarence, without this Aryan influence, what
becomes of the Chinese then?" asked George.

"Without the infusion of White genes and White civilization, the Orientals
remained a simple people. They stopped being nomadic, but never got beyond a
basic agricultural society. Far Eastern societies like China, Japan, and Korea
became orderly and civil, but not having had contact with the evil western and
Indian Aryans, their development reaches a high water mark and then stops.
There are no Fuji films, or Toyotas, or Hyundais in this non White Asia. Even the
former Ambassador of China to the United States once acknowledged the great
influence that Indian civilization - which was Aryan - had upon China's historical
development. Listen to this revealing admission George - from Chinese writer
and former Ambassador to the USA, Hu Shih. ...Quote: 'India (Aryans)
conquered and dominated China culturally for 20 centuries without having to
send a single soldier across her border.' End quote."

So George, do you still believe that the world would have been better off if evil
White men had never been born?"

Thunderstruck by the light of discovery, George glanced towards the stars,

engrossed in deep thought. And yet, in spite of his new found knowledge, there
still remained the flickers of that skeptical stubborn pride, which accompanies
the neurotic conceit of a puffed up, psuedo-education. A new thought came to
him and he burst out in a final arrogant challenge to his learned teacher.

"Aha! I've got it! Central and South America! Yes! How could I forget?! The
Incas, the Mayans, the Aztecs! Since European racists like Columbus, Cortez and
Pizzaro never existed, these great civilzations will still be there. By now they will
surely have equalled or surpassed those of Europe. Let's go Clarence!"

"Uh, George. I don't think you want to go there my friend. You see..."

George interrupted: "Oh no you don't! Not this time you don't Clarence! Don't
even try to stop me. You know I'm right on this one." With that, he clutched
Clarence's magic coat tail and shouted: "Peru, here we come!"

"As you wish George."

George and Clarence flew southeast across the Pacific Ocean, finally arriving in
an abandoned mud hut in the midst of what George believed to be Incan
territory. Ever the whiner, George immediately began to complain about the heat
and humidity.

"Clarence, this hut is hot like an oven. I'm sweating up a storm here. Get me an
air-conditioner please."

"Air-conditioner?" replied the angel. "There are no air-conditioners here. Air

conditioning and refrigeration were inventions developed by an evil White man
named Willis Carrier, who never existed now."

"What?! You mean to tell me that in the year 2012 that even the Incas still
haven't figured out a way to keep their homes or their food cool?" a frustrated
George asked.

"No George, they haven't..... And they never will."

"This is ridiculous. I can't keep living like this. Let's go to the main city to see the
Emperor. He's probably hanging out at one the pyramids. Where's a car...Oh, I
forgot...no cars! Dammit I'll walk. Let's go."

After walking through the jungle for about an hour or so, it began to get dark.
George then asked Clarence for a flashlight so that he could see.

"Flashlight? Sorry George, but Thomas Edison was an evil White man too...and
he was never born. There are some branches over there if you want to make a
torch."

"Never mind that!" George shouted back.

Suddenly, George spotted some local tribesmen hunting nearby.

"Look Clarence! Incans! They can take us to the Emperor and introduce me!"
shouted George as he ran to greet them.

"George! You don't want to that George. ....George!"

"Ola! Ola! ...Amigos! ....Come esta usted?" George yelled out in broken Spanish.

A frustrated Clarence put his palm to his face, then glanced up towards Heaven:
"There must be an easier way for me to earn my wings Lord."

As George neared the natives, one of them loaded his blow gun and ejected a
poison dart at him.

"Ouch!" cried George, as the dart pierced his thigh.

Realizing that he was in trouble, George began to run away from the natives.
They gave chase, shooting three more darts into George's back and buttocks.

"Clarence! Ow!...Clarence! Ouch! ...Clarence Ahhhh! Save me Clarence!"

Clarence grabbed hold of the dying young man, detoxicating him instantly with
his magic touch before flying away to safety high atop the Andes mountains.

George fell asleep. When he awoke the next day, he asked Clarence: "Clarence.
What is wrong with these people? I only wanted to make friends with the Incas.
Is there anybody civilized on this God forsaken world?"

"Sit down my friend, and Iet me tell you about the Incas, Mayans, and Aztecs."

George sat down upon a stone and gave Clarence his full attention.

"Incan and Mayan legends both clearly tell about a race of white skinned, blonde
and red haired, blue eyed 'giants' who taught the local people how to settle, farm
and build. Just like the Indo-Aryans spurred the development of Far East
civilizations, so too did these Whites bring civilization to Central and South
America."
"But Clarence. That does sound possible. But how much faith can you put in local
legends?" George asked.

"The local oral histories are just one piece of the puzzle George. There's much
more. We also have the written accounts of the Spanish explorers, describing in
great detail a remnant of gentle, blue-eyed, red and blonded haired White
people, whose women were highly coveted by the Incan elite. The Incans had
been unable to kill them off completely, but these Whites did eventually blend
out. They were known as "The Cloud People" because their settlements were
built high up in these Andes mountains. Clearly, they must have retreated to the
mountains because they lived in fear of the very Incan civilizations which they
had spawned many centuries earlier."

"When the Spanish Conquistadors arrived in the 16th century, The "Cloud
Warriors", as well as many of the colored natives, eagerly joined forces with the
Spaniards. Native tribes people saw the Spaniards as the returning "White
Gods", come to liberate them from brutal Incan and Mayan oppressors, who
would often practice human sacrifices on the oppressed natives." .

"Wow. Just wow!" said George. "You know what Clarence?"

"What's that George?".

"I bet an offshoot of the Egyptians, or maybe a lost White civilization pre-dating
the Egyptians, brought civilization to this part of the world! The Incans, Mayans,
and Aztecs copied the White template, then blended out or killed out the original
Whites." George theorized. "Just like the Huns and that mass murderer Genghis
Khan did to the Aryans of the Far East!"

Clarence was impressed with his student's progress.

"Why George! That's the first independent critical thought that I've heard come
out of your mouth! In fact, the Incan religion does teach that their 'God' killed off
the evil White giants. Very good George! Now, tell me how you came to your
conclusions George."

"Well, think about it Clarence. The Egyptians built pyramids.... and the American
civilizations built pyramids!"

"Continue" Clarence said.

"The Egyptians mummified their dead rulers and placed them in pyramids with
their possessions. ....and the Incans and Aztecs mummified their dead rulers and
placed them in pyramids with their possessions."

"Excellent! What else?" asked Clarence.

"The Egyptians sailed in reed boats.....and the Incas sailed in reed boats."

"You have cracked the code my son! What else?"

George continued: "The Egyptians used bows and arrows.....and the pre-Spanish
civilizations used bows and arrows."

"Keep going! You're on a roll George!"

"The Egytpians wrote by using heiroglyphic images.....and the pre-Spanish

civilizations wrote by using heiroglyphic images....and,...... and it's not that far of
a boat ride from northwest Africa to the easternmost part of South America. It's
the shortest, and the calmest, part of the Atlantic Ocean. A good size reed vessel
could do it!" said George with great excitement.

He went on: "Pyramids, mummies, reed boats, heiroglyphics, bows and arrows,
even similarities in their social structures and religions. You mark my words
Clarence, one of these days some blonde and red haired White mummies will be
discovered in Peru! Wait and see!"

Clarence handed his laptop to George and said: "Uh, George. They already have.
Google: White Peruvian mummies will you please."

"No way! Don't tell me.......OH - MY - GOD!!! .....I was right! Ancient White
mummies in Peru!"

George dropped the laptop, put his face in his hands, and dropped to his knees.
Emotion and exhaustion had overcome him.
Inca / Maya / Aztec and Egypt: So many similarities.

"My brain is overloading Clarence. Pyramids and White mummies in

China......pyramids and White mummies in South America.....pyramids and White
mummies in Egypt. UN-BE-LIEVEABLE!!!"

"But that's not all George! There was a 9,000 year old mummy found in Nevada,
wrapped in cloth that was very intricately woven. No one had previously known
that it was possible to weave like that at that time."

"Mummies in North America too?!! You're killing me Clarence!"

"It's true George. Have a look at this news report from a local Nevada TV
station."

The evidence is clear! White Solutreans of North America were genocided by

new arrivals from Asia.
"I can't believe this Clarence! I mean...I do believe it...but I can't believe it!!!"
"But wait! There's more George. I didn't tell you about the pyramids of
southeastern Europe. There are pyramids in Bosnia that are as much as 30%
taller than the largest one in Egypt. Oh, and did I mention the Ziggurat pyramids
of Iran and Iraq? And then there were the Solutreans, the original ancient White
settlers of North America who also disappeared, murdered off by by the
ancestors of todays 'Native Americans'......and the Ainu, an ancient Caucasian
people whose legends claim that their ancestors arrived in Japan long before the
Mongoloid peoples displaced them. The historically persecuted Ainu people still
have a slightly mixed- race remnant living on a Japanese island....And then there
are the bright blonde and red headed black natives of the Solomon islands, yet
another reminder of a lost people whose genetic remnants serve as a living
testament to their ancient existence."

Ancient White mariners evidently dropped some "seeds" among the Negro
population of the Solomon islands. Long before modern British explorers
discovered the island, the frequency of straight haired blonde or redhead natives
has varied between 5 - 10 %. Of course, as with the red and blonde haired
mummies, modern "scientists" attribute this to some "anomaly".

George was speechless.

Clarence continued: "It's always been the same old story George. Whites build a
civilization. Then they come into contact with another race. The other race
benefits from contact with the Whites. Over the course of a few centuries, the
races blend into a new hybrid race. The Whites then diminish in number and
influence as the civilization stagnates. [color=red]In some cases, such as the
Huns, Incans, Amerindians, and Mongols, malevolent envy will drive the colored
and/or hybrid race to actually turn on the remaining original Whites, physically
murdering off the White males, and then 'stealing their genes' by rape-mating
with the White women.[/color] Finally, to add insult to injury, the hybrid and
colored races then claim credit for the historical achievements of the very people
that they either blended out or genocided! And woe to any honest researcher
who attempts to point out these inconvenient truths...for he will be branded as a
'racist.' "

George began to feel sick in both his body and his mind. He could now see where
his current world was heading and it upset him deeply. George became violently
ill. He bent over and began vomiting.
"You've been given a great gift George.....a chance to see what the world would
have been like without your people. You see George. Your father was right. You
really had a wonderful race. Don't you see what a foolish mistake it is to be
ashamed and guilty about your own people, and to let them just die out? This
cold and brutal place is what the world would be like without the creative spark
of Edison and Ford and Pasteur and Marconi. No great scientists, or
mathematicians, or inventors or fine artists. No Archimedes, no Aristotle, no
Socrates, no Alexander, no Renaissance, no Newton, no Kepler, no Goddard, no
Mendel, no Tesla, no Faraday, no Guttenberg, no Shakespeare, no Dickens, no
Twain, no Mozart, no Beethoven, no Da Vinci, no Michelangelo, no Galileo, no
Copernicus. No Venice, no Paris, no Lisbon, no Madrid, no Zurich, no Berlin, no
St. Petersburg, no Budapest, no Rome, no Milan, no Vienna, no London, no New
York, no Rio, no Sydney. No orchestras, no museums, no universities, no
hospitals, no libraries, no theaters, no radio, no books, no television, no
electricity, no refrigeration, no heating, no plumbing, no houses, no steel, no
stadiums, no vaccines, no cars, no planes, no trains, no ships, no dentists, no
surgeons, no computers, no telephones, and most important - there's no creative
genius to be found that could create and sustain such a high level of civilization.
There's nothing for the people of this world to build upon. It's just a daily
struggle for subsistence. A brutal planet where the few people who aren't mired
in eternal ignorance and darkness have reached their peak of civilization and are
advancing no further."

Clarence went on to lecture the broken and depressed young man for seven days
straight. He covered everything. History, science, economics, philosophy, art,
literature, fine music, architecture, medicine, politics, agriculture, religion, and
all the creations and contributions that the Caucasian peoples had made in every
conceivable field of human endeavor. George listened closely to every word. He
felt like a man who had been reborn.

"Clarence. You have enriched me more than all the gold in the world could. If any
angel deserved his wings, it's you my dear friend. But there is one thing that I
still don't understand Clarence."

"And what's that George?"

"Who is behind the anti-Whitism of the modern world? Who is covering up the
undeniable facts you have shown me? And why? To what end? The media is
always harping about racism. Racism this! Racism that! Hollywood and our
schools are just as obsessed. People like Professor Silverstein are only fixated on
white racism. If a black commits a violent crime against a white, you hardly hear
about it. But when a White says something even mildly inappropriate, it's front
page news! From the time I was a child, I recall anti-racism hysteria constantly
being thrown in my face. Why Clarence? Why do Whites like Silverstein
constantly rub our noses in it? And what's with all the 'dumb blonde' jokes?' "

"George. Of what ethnic nationality is Silverstein?" Clarence responded.

"Well. He's Jewish. And he's constantly reminding us about how his dad, his
grandparents, two of his uncles, and three of his aunts were all 'Holocaust
survivors'. I think even his dad's dog was a Holocaust survivor' ." George
chuckled.

"You see George, most people of all races are decent folks who go to work and
mind their own business. But every race, including Caucasians, has its intolerant
members. Ethnic bigotry can infect people of any race. Just like there are White
bigots, there are also Black bigots, Chinese bigots, and yes, even Jewish bigots,
mostly descendants of the Turkic Khazars. Black racists refer to Whites as
'crackers'. Hispanic racists refer to Whites as 'gringos'. Jewish racists refer to
Whites as 'goy' and to White women as 'shiksas'. That's where the slang terms
"guy" and "chick" come from. And even some of the peaceful Asians are getting
in on the anti-Whitism. Chinese-American author Amy Chua, the so-called 'Tiger
Mom" had an article published in the Wall Street Journal which carried the
insulting headline: "Why Chinese Mothers are Superior."
The Jewish Supremacist will claim to be "White", so that he may subvert Whites
from within. Just like Professor Silverstein, Jewish Supremacist Tim Wise of
Tulane, author of 'White Like Me', has called for the end of the White race.

Noel Ignatiev, a Harvard Jewish Supremacist and author of "Race Traitor", has
also openly called for abolishing the White race. These Marxist Jewish
supremacists figure that if they can put the Aryan Whites out of business, then
their mostly Turkic Caucasian ethnic sub-group will reign supreme over the
World Government that is to come. Already, Jewish supremacists like Silverstein
have gained control over so much of America's news media, Hollywood,
academia, and the major banking institutions. Just Google "Jewish media" and
"Jewish Hollywood" or "Jewish bankers"."

George understood immediately: "Oh my God! You're right Clarence. Of course. A

hateful Race War is being waged against us White people, and we don't even
know it! We are so brainwashed and preoccupied with White Guilt that we
cannot see that it is we who, throughout history, have been targetted for mass
murder and elimination! And these genocidal Marxists have also been instigating
other races against us! 'Diversity' is a code word for divide and conquer, and
'Anti-racism' is a code word for anti-White!' "

Clarence smiled proudly and clapped his hands in applause: "Bravo George!
Bravo! Encore! Encore!"

George continued: "Diversity is not OUR greatest strength.......It's

SILVERSTEIN'S greatest strength!"

"Bravo! Bravo! George! The student has surpassed the teacher!"

"Clarence."

"Yes George."

"Take me back to back to my world. I want to go home now."

"I'm sorry George. I'm not authorized to do that. Only my boss can make that
call." Clarence replied. "Speaking of home, I'd best be getting back myself,
before my wife begins to think I have a girlfriend."

Clarence the Angel then floated off of the Andes Mountains towards heaven. "I
hope you have found all this to be educational, and I hope you have learned an
important lesson. Enjoy your world George!..And do give my regards to Dr.
Kinga." mocked the departing angel.

"Clarence wait! Don't leave me here! Clarence!!!"

George began to sob like a baby. It was the year 2012 and he was alone and
hungry in a backwards world where Whites had never existed. He cried out to
the heavens: "Please God. I see what a fool I've been. I understand now what my
father was trying to tell me. I want to go back to the world that I came from. A
world where Whites not only existed, but blessed and uplifted all of humanity
with their astounding creativity and noble altruism. I want to live in a civilized
world again. Please God!...take me back!...take me back!...Oh God....please."
George then heard the sound of footsteps marching towards him. Through the
morning mist he could barely glimpse at the approaching mob. The local
tribesmen were coming to kill him. But for the first time in his life, young George
was fearless. His recent experiences had hardened him and he was determined
to stand his ground.

George picked up a stone the size of a grapefruit, and cocked his arm in
preparation of the coming final conflict. With the heart of a lion, and the balls of
an elephant, George addressed the approaching gang of 150:

"Come on you sons of bitches! I may be the last White boy on this planet but I tell
you what...yall gonna remember George Bailey, son of the great Peter Bailey! I
may die here on this mountain, but as God is my witness, I'll take a handful of
you racist bastards with me. Yeah, that's right! You picked the wrong White boy
to mess with today! Come on! You wanna play rough? ...OK...we play rough!
Come on bitch!"

As George was about to launch his stone, he mocked the approaching group:
"Say hello to my little friend!"

In that moment, a woman's voice rang out: "George - Walter - Bailey! Is that
anyway to speak to your mother?! You put that stone down this instant!" shrieked
the woman leading the crowd.

"Mom???!"

When he was just 10 years old, George's mother had been killed in car accident
by a drunken illegal immigrant who ran a stop sign. Yet here she stood again, as
young and beautiful as George had remembered from his childhood. He dropped
his weapon and rushed to her. The two embraced tightly.

"Oh mom. Dad and I miss you so much. You'll never believe what I've been
through. I've been such a fool."

"I know George. You don't have to explain honey.... George, do you remember
this woman?"
Mrs. Bailey then pulled away and motioned her hand to her own mother.

"Grandma!!!" cried out George as he rushed to embrace her.

Grandma Jackie as she was known had herself passed away just 2 years earlier.

"Oh Grandma. I miss you and Grandpop so much. You were the best cook ever!"

"And you were always my favorite grandson Georgie Porgie. I have someone who
I'd like you to meet. George, meet the woman who taught me how to cook!"

George took one look at this other woman, and immediately recognized her from
an old family photo album. It was his Great Grandmother Corrie, originally from
The Netherlands. She had passed away in 1962, well before George was even
born. She embraced George and kissed him all over as if he were her own baby.

"Oh Great Grandma! It's so wonderful to meet you!" George said as he fought
back tears.

George had never before heard Dutch. Yet, he was able to understand everything
the Dutch woman said. As they concluded their loving embrace, George's Great
Grandmother passed him off to her own mother, for another round of hugs,
kisses, and tears.

When George's Great Great Grandmother was done smothering George, she
handed him off to her own mother. And on and on the love-chain went, through
so many centuries of time. Some of the women had blonde hair. Some had red
hair. Some were brunettes. They had blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes. So much
variety, but they were all so beautiful, and all looked so strikingly familar!

As George went down the line, he noticed how the dialects and the languages of
the women changed, the costumes of the women changed, the religious symbols
changed, but the pure love and affection that they had for George never
diminished. His 150th Grandmother from 2000 BC will hold and kiss him as
warmly as his own mother had! Likewise, George's own feelings for these women
did not diminish as he went down the long line.

George realized that he was now part of something big, something far more
meaningful than the superficial ties of political ideology, the temporal ties of
nationalism, or even religion. It was his blood that bound him to these women,
and to all of their own husbands, sisters, bothers, and countless millions of other
cousins not present. The mere equivalent of one bus load of women, is all that it
took to link George to 4000 years of his people's history.

When George reached the end of his maternal line, he looked upon the familiar
face of a beautiful young woman with hair of red silk. He immediately recognized
her as the living version of "The Beauty of Loulan" - the "Chinese" mummy that
Clarence had shown him! Somehow, her surviving descendants must have
migrated away from ancient China, perhaps fleeing westward from Mongoloid
oppresors, and eventually reaching a safe haven in tiny Europe as the centuries
passed?

"Oh Greatest Grandmom. You were the most beautiful mummy the world has
ever known. But I think I like you better this way!"

The woman understood, and laughed as she and George embraced.

The ancient red haired beauty then picked up the stone that George had
originally found. With a look of utter contempt in her eyes, she spit upon the
stone. As she handed it back to her young champion, "The Beauty of Loulan"
looked into George's eyes and spoke forcefully: "Honor thy mothers! Protect our
family!

George looked back into her piercing green eyes and replied: "I will."

With that, George's string of 150 White foremothers walked off into the mist of
the Andes, into the mist of history.

George now appreciated the comforts of the world.

Suddenly, the mist grew thicker. The sky opened up and a torrential downpour of
warm rain came down upon George. He closed his eyes and basked in the warm
water and mist. When he opened his eyes, he could see a soap dish in front of
him, and a shower nozzle above his head. He realized that he was back in the
bathroom of his college dormitory. Drunk with joy, George began showering with
his clothes still on!

"Warm water! And soap! Plumbing is a beautiful thing! Life is beautiful!" he

screamed.

George's floormates looked at him as if he was crazy. "George! Have you gone
crazy?" asked a bewildered schoolmate.

"No my friend. I haven't taken leave of my senses. I've come to them!" George
replied.

George then began to sing classic European folk songs in the shower.
Miraculously, he was able to sing in many different languages. He sang 'O Sole
Mio' in Italian, 'Amazing Grace' in English, "Guantanamera" in Spanish, and
'Gloire Immortelle' in French. Tears of sheer joy began to stream down his
cheeks. The degenerate music of Hip-Hop and Rap lost all of its appeal to young
George.

After his hour long shower, George drove to a nearby restaurant and ordered two
whole entrees. One was Lasagna and the other was a delicious Veal Marsala.
With his Italian food he had a Greek salad with Spanish olives, drank two glasses
of French wine, followed by a German pastry for dessert. He finished his meal off
with a hot cup of English tea and a Cuban cigar.

George said out loud: "Oh those European peoples and their delicious cuisine.
Clarence was right after all. What a wonderful race!"

George was happy to be back to his world, but at the same time he realized there
was much work to be done. He thought of all those poor whites in Rhodesia and
South Africa who were being murdered and raped ever since they gave up
political control of those once great nations that they had built. He thought of the
many thousands of qualified Whites who were passed up for good jobs and
college entrance because of racial quotas that deliberately discriminate against
Whites.

He thought about the rapidly declining birthrates among all the European
nations of the world. He remembered that Europeans everywhere were
dwindling in numbers every year even as their own nations were being flooded
with third world immigration.

He recalled having read about the infamous O.J. Simpson verdict, and how
millions of Blacks in America OPENLY cheered when that brutal double
murderer was set free by an all black jury after stabbing two Whites to death.
And the Los Angeles riots of 1992, where dozens of Whites were dragged out of
their vehicles and killed like dogs in the streets by packs of White-hating
monsters who went unpunished!

He remembered his father once talking about how Jesse Jackson led a cheer at
Stanford University: "Hey Hey Ho Ho, Western Civ. has got to go!" His European
blood began to boil in righteous indignation when he recalled that Jackson once
said that he enjoyed spitting in White people's food when he was a young hotel
worker.

He recalled how Barack Obama, without any evidence, rushed to condemn an

innocent White police officer as a racist.

He also remembered how Obama and his racist Black Attorney General Eric
Holder, refused to prosecute members of the New Black Panther Party for
openly intimidating White voters with night sticks.

He thought about how the anti-Whitist Obama disrespectfully puts his feet on the
historic "Resolute Desk" in the White House Oval Office...and how Michelle
Obama wastes millions of taxpayer dollars on lavish personal vacations.

George now understood that that his people were, again, on a collision course
with worldwide disaster and [color=red]genocide[/color]. He remembered his
150 maternal Great Grand Mothers and was resolved that this great people must
not perish from the face of the earth. They WILL survive!
They must not perish!

George was eager to see his father. He longed to embrace him and apologize for
all of the foolish and disrespectful things he had said to him. But first, he had a
score to settle with a certain college professor. George put on his best suit and
tie. He plugged his ear phones in and blasted Wagner's 'Ride of The Valkries' ".

George marched across the campus with a look of controlled rage in his eyes. He
marched into Dr. Silverstein's auditorium with his head down, and quietly took a
seat in the back row. The nasal voiced devil soon began lecturing on and on
about racial and gender inequalities in European-centered civilizations. It was
vintage Silverstein. George's impressionable White schoolmates, with their
baggy pants, hip-hop clothes and backwards baseball caps, were swallowing
Silverstein's poison pills hook, line and sinker. George allowed Silverstein to
spew his cultural toxin for about 20 minutes. He then raised his hand so that he
could give the Marxist professor a piece of his newly educated mind.

Silverstein has no idea what's coming!

"George Bailey? Is that you? I remember you from last semester. I wasn't aware
that you were here today. I failed to recognize you in that shirt and tie, and
without your earrings. You must have enjoyed my course so much that you
signed up again eh? Class, I'd like for you to meet George. He was one of my
brightest students last semester. He truly has a thorough grasp of the ideas
presented in this course. George, would you be so kind as to tell my class about
that brilliant term paper you wrote about European racism, imperialism, and the
need for monetary reparations?"

And that's when young George let loose on the unsuspecting Professor!

"ENOUGH!!! You scheming devil! You mendacious fabricator of falsehoods! You

pusillanimous purveyor of pinko propaganda! How dare you try to corrupt and
manipulate our young minds when your filthy lies."

Some of the sleeping students were rocked awake and brought to attention by
George's suddenly thundering voice.

"We Europeans have nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to apologize for, and
everything to be proud of. And most of all, we don't owe anybody jack-didly-
squat!!!! Not one thin dime! To the contrary, it is the rest of humanity that owes
us a debt which can never be repaid, and a debt for which we have always been
too noble to collect upon! We are the rightful heirs and protectors of a rich
cultural heritage. You vile manipulator! We are the sons of the ancient Aryans,
the Egyptians, the Greeks, the Persians, the Romans, the Celtics, the Vikings, the
Normans, the Saxons. How DARE you inflict shame and guilt upon us? We
Europeans didn't just contribute to civilization...WE ARE CIVILIZATION! And
from this day forward, I declare that we will no longer tolerate you so-called
'intellectuals' trying to tear our people down. Never again will we walk on
eggshells when we speak, always fearing that we might be called "racist." Your
clever sophistry and verbal gymnastics will never fool us again Silverstein! We no
longer care what people think. All that matters now is restoring the truth which
you have perverted to your own demonic ends!"

"I know what you are up to! I know now why you corrupt my young peers by
shoving lies and false heroes down their throats. Enough of your Marxist games
of divide and conquer, you commie pinko subversive! We don't want to hear
anymore about slavery, Martin Luther King, Barack Obama, Jesse Jackson, Al
Sharpton, Black History Month, or 'The Holocaust'. Your false heros would not
have amounted to anything without the institutions of high civilization created by
the European peoples. I'm going to set this class straight about who the truly
great men of history are - the European, and pre-European statesmen, scientists,
explorers, monarchs, navigators, conquerors, inventors, artists, writers,
philosophers - the innovative giants of history that you and your ilk have erased
from our collective memories. You speak of a world liberated from all White
influence? Permit me to tell your students about such a world, Silverstein,
because I can speak from personal experience, you wretched little conspiring
communist monster!"

You speak of White oppression Silverstein? Really? Really? Let me tell you
something, you miserable little piece of filth. It is WHITES, more than any other
peoples, who have had to endure hateful persecution and GENOCIDE.

From Genhis Khan's Mongols murdering and raping many millions of Aryans.

To the Asiatic Huns tormenting our ancestors from the frontiers of Eurasia all the
way to the doorstep of Northen India.

To the Amerindians, genociding the original White Solutrean settlers of North

America.

To the brutal Incas and Mayans crowding out and hunting to extinction the
original Whites of South America.

To the Blacks of 1804 Haiti murdering the White French down to the last man,
woman, and child.

To the Khazarian-Jewish Bolsheviks starving out and murdering millions of White

Russians.

To the modern day Hun Joe Stalin starving millions of White Ukrainians to death.

To Moroccan troops raping thousands of Italian women and slitting their

husbands' throats at Monte Cassino during World War II.

To the Asiatic and Bolshevik hordes of the Soviet Union gang raping 2 million
German women.
To Robert Mugabe and Nelson Mandela presiding over the little known anti-
White reign of terror now taking place in Southern Africa.

And yet, we still remain noble and decent enough to let the past stay in the past,
and to not blame the descendants of our historical tormentors for the sins of
their forefathers. You call us "White Supremacists"? You call us "a hate group."
And yet it is we who continually extend our hands in friendship and tolerance to
all races, sub groups, nationalities, and religions of the world. It is not 'hate'
which animates us, but rather LOVE - love for our ancestors. We seek neither
domination, nor confrontation, with any other race. BUT.....but make no
mistake....... the days of Whites being crapped upon, and gleefully accepting it,
are OVER! The self hatred and the White guilt are over! Hence forward, anti-
Whitism will be deemed as intolerable and "politically incorrect" as any other
form of racial or ethnic bigotry. You hear me Silverstein?"

Silverstein turned white as a ghost. He was shellshocked and rendered

speechless for the first time in his career. Never in all of his years at the
University had a student dared to so boldly challenge his falsehoods. Speaking
from the heart as well as the mind, and with an eloquence he never thought he
could muster, George broke out into a 60-minute monologue on history, science,
philosophy, culture, and all the other attributes that constitute high civilization.
The young students were captivated by George's brilliant oratory. Some were
moved to tears.

"Now THAT'S what I call a man!" swooned one of the female students as George
spoke.

By the end of his tirade, George's reawakened classmates were thundering their
approval of his speech. Even many of the non- Whites could not help but be
impressed with the power, the logic, and the sincerity of George's words. They
saw him not as an enemy, but as a great leader of his people, and a shining light
for all of humanity, who was due his proper respect. Unlike the weasly worded
weakling Whites of the University, the non-Whites found George's boldness and
honesty to be a breath of fresh air. The entire class gave George a standing
ovation. The White students thanked him for helping them rediscover and
reclaim their lost identity. In just one unforgettable hour, the unstoppable power
of raw truth had melted away years of Marxist guilt tripping, self hate,
wimpishness and cultural brainwashing

But he wasn't done yet. For his closing act, George pulled out his unusually
heavy bookbag.

"And finally Silverstein, there is one more bit of unfinished business that I have
with you. You've been demanding reperations. Well, I have the first installment
for you. It is a heartfelt re-payment from a great Lady that I recently had the
pleasure of meeting."
George reached into the bag and picked up the stone which he had brought back
from the Andes, the stone upon which his great ancestor had spat upon and
given to him.

"I got your payback right here Silverstein!"

He cocked his mighty arm and let loose his hardened missile from the top of the
auditorium.

"The 'Beauty of Loulan" says 'Hello!' " shouted George just as he launched.

Silverstein tried to block the speeding projectile with his frail arm. The force of
the stone shattered his forearm, and deflected into his face. Silverstein's nose
was smashed up into pieces, and chards of broken glass from his spectacles were
embedded in and around his eyes. The pinko professor fell backwards, cutting
the back of his head open against his desk.

The class then erupted in laughter as the inspired White students proceeded to
storm out. As they pass the badly injured professor, the young men violently foot-
stomp and spit upon their former Marxist mentor, throwing their hip-hop
baseball caps and nose earings at him as they stampede out the door.

"Dang! These White boys is off the hook!" laughed one of the awestruck Black
students.

The students lifted George up upon their shoulders and carried him out of the
auditorium like some conquering hero of antiquity. They proceded to rampage
and make mayhem throughout the campus, infecting others with the virus of
truth while pulling Marxists out of their classrooms by their hair and beating
them senseless in the streets!

George beheld the great spectacle and was pleased. With a glint in his eye and a
lump in his throat, George glanced up towards heavan, winked, and said:

"Thank you, Clarence. Thank you."

Meanwhile, back at the auditorium, laying in a puddle of his own blood and
urine, a badly injured Silverstein was left humiliated and shaken. He knew that
these reawakened Europeans could no longer be brainwashed with "political
correctness" and guilt. His great fear was that more of these White youths would
soon reawaken and take their countries and civilizations back from the Marxists.

Silverstein was worried, but he remained confident that most young people
would never learn the truth about their glorious past, their precarious present,
and their ruinous future. Afterall, the media, Hollywood, the music industry, the
colleges, and the schools are mostly controlled by "liberals" like Silverstein. With
the power of political correctness in their hands, they can continue to tear down
our European ancesters, destroy our institutions and traditions, instigate Blacks
and other races against Whites, flood America with third-world immigration, and
push degenerate "entertainment", homosexuality, and other garbage onto a
weak, confused and morally degenerate youth.

After reflecting upon these facts, Silverstein smiled a devilish grin and muttered
to himself: "A few of these White sheep may wake up to what's being done to
them, but the majority of these idiots never will."

And he smiled again....and laughed with diabolical Marxist glee. Then he

repeated to himself "No...they won't see it until it's too late."

But for the first time in his academic career, a voice of fearful doubt had crept
into Silverstein's subconcious. He added:

"They'll never figure it out..........Or will they?"

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