By Bob Whitaker 

In our building there is one of those old women who has spent her life betraying the South and our race.

She was standing at the elevator with another woman and a middle aged guy who started asking me about whether I stood for Brotherhood, Peace, and so forth. He didn’t know me, of course.

I cut to the chase and said, “If you’re asking me about my politics, my one principle is that I would never betray my own people.”

He said, with that inventive genius that distinguishes those who never outgrew their college degree, “So you’re a racist?”

We were then on the elevator. I recited, looking him straight in the eye,

”Liberals and respectable conservatives say there is this RACE problem. Everybody says this RACE problem will be solved when the third world pours into EVERY white country and ONLY into white countries.

“The Netherlands and Belgium are more crowded than Japan or Taiwan, but nobody says Japan or Taiwan will solve this RACE problem by bringing in millions of third worlders and quote assimilating unquote with them.

“Everybody says the final solution to this RACE problem is for EVERY white country and ONLY white countries to “assimilate,” i.e., intermarry, with all those non-whites.

“What if I said there was this RACE problem and this RACE problem would be solved only if hundreds of millions of non-blacks were brought into EVERY black country and ONLY into black countries?

“How long would it take anyone to realize I’m not talking about a RACE problem. I am talking about the final solution to the BLACK problem?

“And how long would it take any sane black man to notice this and what kind of psycho black man wouldn’t object to this?

“But if I tell that obvious truth about the ongoing program of genocide against my race, the white race, Liberals and respectable conservatives agree that I am a naziwhowantstokillsixmillionjews.

“They say they are anti-racist. What they are is anti-white.

“Anti-racist is a code word for anti-white.”

An elevator moves at about one foot per second. I unhurriedly recited Bob’s Mantra while we ascended eight floors to where he was relieved to get off. That’s about eighty seconds.

And I had time for a parting shot:

I had just accused him of being anti-white. I said, “So WE are the race problem.”

He replied, as he walked away, “That’s why THE RACES must intermarry.”

I said, “That’s genocide,” and he shrugged.

First of all, this is the first time I ever saw anyone shrug at genocide. It will come up if I meet him again, though I think he will avoid it.

Note also that the whole point of Bob’s Mantra is that we are not speaking of “the races.” Only ONE race is to be eliminated as the solution to the race problem.

Don’t let ANYBODY get away with an abstract discussion of “the races.”

In less than eighty seconds this endless, complex, “cumbersome” mantra was spoken and understood.

You can make it cumbersome if you don’t head right into it.

In the lobby, this clown had been the picture of universal self-righteousness. Eighty seconds later, he had to shrug at being accused of genocide and he clearly wanted the discussion to end.

There was no discussion of the theory of IQ. There was no denial of the usually explosive word “racism.”

A few more seconds and he would have been in REAL trouble. He got out fast.

Pretty good for a minute and a half, cumbersome though it was.