On Stormfront a writer quoted a black writer named Levy.

He gave the first part of the article raising hell about black looters, and gave teh link to the rest.

This was my reply:

The next sentence from Levy is dynamite. He says:

“Desperation? Yeah, right. I am beginning to believe that black people, no matter where in the world they are, are cursed with a genetic predisposition to steal, murder, and create mayhem.”

I am sure that sentence will be seized on to make Levy anaziwhowantstokillsixmillionjews.

If one reads the rest of the article, you see that he is insulting black people deliberately because he is FURIOUS with them. He is furious with them because he is personally responsible for them. He can speak theoretically of white people or Orientals, but the behavior of black people is something he, and more importantly, his children, have to live with.

I know the feeling. So do you.

No matter what black people do, it is spineless white people that make YOU want to dig a grave for yourself.

Levy is black.

Levy goes on to point out that if white people WERE looting, it wouldn’t help him at all.

He wants his own people to be moral and to be decent and he has a fit when they are not. White people are no excuse.

Levy isn’t a white liberal or a respectable conservative trying to prove that black people are not as inferior as other whites might think they are.

Levy is a black man with a conscience of his own. Not a conscience compared to white people. No liberal or respectable conservative can ever understand what I am saying here.

I run into blacks like this in South Carolina a good deal.

Those very few blacks have no trouble at all with my desperation to save my race. If you say what you mean, and don’t just ventilate, you will find the most surprising allies.

I put one of this rare brand of blacks – or people in general — into my blog, and she was glad to get a copy of it:

— Fan

We have a twenty-four hour guard desk in this building. I left a copy of my book for them to read.

The black woman who is day guard read “Why Johnny Can’t Think: America’s Professor-Priesthood” from cover to cover in one shift.

Yes, she read it all right. The supervisor of the building said, jokingly, “She sure read it. I asked her what else she was doing all that time (like guarding the building).”

She knows damn well that anybody who can read my book can sit at the desk and keep watch.

Back to our main guard. She told everybody how great my book was. She said it’s funny, readable, and, above all, TRUE.

Down here in the Bible Belt we worry about whether something is true or not.
Not whether it’s FASHIONABLE or not. Whether it’s TRUE or not.

Lord, we’re out of date!

Even worse, we’re proud of it!

So my new fan looked at my book just the way I wrote it, plain English and no holds barred.

I can hear people saying, “But, Bob, you kept talking about preserving the white race. Wasn’t she offended about that?”

It never occurred to her to be offended. I’m a white man. I’m worried about the white race.

So what else is new?

If you’re from South Carolina you might as well be from Mars. Down here, if you’re black or white, natural loyalty, like common decency, is taken for granted. That is such a wild idea from the point of view of Fashionable Opinion in Washington or New York or San Francisco that they can’t even imagine it.

We don’t even notice it.

Why did she understand my book so well?

Well, people talk about Education Level and Intelligent Quotients all the time, but what they can’t measure is the Common Sense Quotient.

It is the Common Sense Quotient that today’s “education” beats out of people.

She wouldn’t say it to my face, but what really impressed my new fan was that somebody with as much education as I have could still have this much common sense and write it down clearly.

Which gives you a clear idea of what is so wrong with what we call “education.”

And that, brothers and sisters, is the whole point of my book.