Demography is difference. That’s why I’m in favor of some sort of community sovereignty for black people where they could play by rules more accommodating to their disposition. There’s a few crucial ones we’re simply never going to reconcile. First, our version:
- It’s acceptable for police to shoot black people in certain exigent situations.
- When the police tell you they’re taking you to jail, you must accompany them without exception.
- Trial by combat is not a legal option for swiftly resolving your case.
Next would be the black version:
- For police, shooting a black person is an inherently unjustifiable act.
- “I’m not going to jail today” is a reasonable enough sentiment to remain unmolested.
- May God defend the right.
In essence, these are different moral outlooks. That’s what produces so much unnecessary enmity. It doesn’t actually matter what’s codified by law because most of us only have a vague notion of all the jargon that’s written down.
A naïve white person interprets last Friday’s case of Nika Holbert utilizing the former set of rules, and then wonders how her death could elicit such outrage. Meanwhile, black people have become infuriated because their appraisal was made according to the latter set.
After committing a crime, refusing to cooperate, and resisting arrest, she attempted to unload a clip into the chest of a Nashville police officer while fleeing the scene. He shot her dead after sustaining wounds. An interview with her mother reveals bewildered indignation despite being informed of the circumstances and shown video of the incident.
There’s no comity to be achieved through equal status under law that doesn’t reflect shared values. It actually just feeds this cycle of rage and exasperation at the rage. After all the years of mayhem, we’re not an inch closer to reaching an interracial consensus on these matters.
I’m proud to officially announce my candidacy for the office of Dogcatcher.
It is amazing how quickly she turned violent.
When did she receive her mortal wounds? She seems to be in control and driving after the exchange of gunfire. She’s in better shape than the cop.
There is no living with Negroes. They are ungovernable. They reject the legitimacy of all government and laws. They are full of hate and rage against all Whites and all other races. We are fortunate that the Negro underclass is, in fact, highly segregated. But White cops have to deal with them regularly, and at their own risk.
Well, here we disagree. For one the police are not our friends, they are the boots on the ground of our oppression. Nothing about them is remotely Constitutional and they are certainly not something a free people, or even just someone with a basic amount of manhood, would ever tolerate. They are not your friends, they are quite litterally a gang of thugs, funded through extortion and theft. If you have not been in a position to learn this yet then in the coming years you are going to get a crash course in understanding the meaning of tyranny at the hands of police. Do you think Jefferson would tolerate some midwitted peon screaming commands at him and his family while pointing a gun at them if they dont tap dance to his commands over whatever made up petty infraction they chose? Why do you?
Also, need I remind you, that any sign of loyalty to the Southern people means immediate termination. So get any fanasty of them being on your side out of your head. They are mostly a gang of sadistic, low iq thugs whose main draw to the job is exercising power over the helpless. There is a movie with a Southern girl I used to watch when I was a kid when she was talking about the correction officers that were torturing her, she said to her friend “Do you think a good and normal person wakes up one day and decides to do this with their life?” The answer is no, as you people are going to find out soon enough. The gulag State and militarized police are in no way on your side and the main draw for them is power to satisfy their sadistic tendencies without fear of reprisal.
In Soviet Russia they would bring in people from outside to torture the locals because the local cops would not want to do it as much or as viciously as they wanted them to, I doubt that will be required for us, they will take pleasure in it. I am not sorry when I say that the boomer backing the blue and swilling beer while watching Judge Judy spit in people’s face makes me more sick than some black woman shooting back at cops who should not even exsist.
The next problem is that you seem preplexed that black people unite when one of their women are murdered by police? Why? That is excatly what we should do, I admire their unity. I am quite disguted with our people’s servility. We should react as vehemently any time one of us is attacked in any way by anyone. What do we do? Press F on a keyboard? Sign a petition that nobody cares about or goes anywhere? How can you possibly look down on them? They in this reguard are far better than us. Where is our outrage? Where is our unity of that magnitude? It is the most embarrassing aspect of our people currently and I am suprised you brought it up, its humiliating for us to choose our oppressors over our own people the way we do, we never riot or march, we have no advocates or anything else. Our servility and willingness to quietly accept every insult and attack without showing absolute solidarity and outrage at every slight infraction is humiliating for us, its very embarrassing and certainly not a virtue as you seem to imply. As of now black people are more American in this regard than all of us put together. I admire their unity, outrage and willingness to take action, its precisely why they dont get walked all over and spit on like we do. We should hope to have that level of unity, but I guess we are too busy backing the blue and voting for Republicans so they can get tough on crime. We dont educate our children, but sure, buy the local PD a tank. I suggest you get mad and stay mad, blacks are more Rebels than us as of now. Get mad, stay mad.
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be happy,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Hehe, “I dindu nuffin,”! Classic!
She should never have called her mom, who probably told her that she didn’t do nuffin and would not haff tuh go to jail. That gave her too much courage and now she be dead.
The officer is recovering. It was just a flesh wound (snuffle)!
Nope. And never shall be. It doesn’t require a high degree of intelligence to understand this, but it does take a little common sense and ‘street smarts.’ Which seem to be severely lacking in the upside-down, bassackwards clown world hell we all inhabit.
Thats what happens when the sole quilfactions for postions in our society are how long they meekly sat in a desk and did what they were told. Absolutely out of touch with reailty and devoid of a spine. They only fight and get mad when men begin to stand tall which by virtue of their existence revel their lack of manhood. Its the mechanism that underlies the upside society, servility and passivity are rewarded, manhood and grit are punished. After a couple of generations of that then the few men left are so disgusted by their own tribe that they have no desire to save them from themselves, something I see a lot of and feel a bit of myself. But, getting black pilled by it does no good, allow the wheat to separate from the chaff and pour your energy into the wheat.
My dad grew up in the 1930’s and 40’s, under segregation. He said that back in those days, if a murder took place in the Black part of town, the police seldom bothered to investigate. They had Black policemen to keep what order there was to be kept. But everybody, Black and White, kept to their own side of town. Nobody bothered anybody, much.