It's A Wonderful Race ! By James
One night over dinner, George got
into an argument with his father. 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 evils that they had inflicted
upon non-Whites throughout history. George explained: "Because
of European racism, we stole the Indians' land, we held blacks in
slavery, we persecuted the Jews, and we plundered the environment.
We've been oppressive racists for thousands of years so it's only
fair that we pay economic reparations for all the harm we've done
to the world. I'm pleased to see that we are ending our political
and economic domination of the oppressed peoples."
George's dad was shocked to
hear such talk. "Who put such commie-pinko nonsense into your
head, boy? Did one of your sandal-wearing hippie 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 well-respected
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 colourblind."
angrily replied: "That's bullshit! I've always been fair-minded
and tolerant of people from all backgrounds and races. I haven't
'oppressed' anybody, and furthermore there's nothing wrong with
being proud of one's own people, including the European race
|The young "intellectual"
laughed at his father.
"Come on dad, that's the kind of crap Hitler tried to peddle.
Those racist attitudes were discredited years ago. There's only
one race and that's the human race. Diversity is our greatest
strength. Differences in so-called "race" are as insignificant
as differences in belly buttons. And besides, UN statistics
now show that low White birth rates, along with the fact that
we live in an multicultural society, will mean that Europeans
and their ethnocentrist and racist culture will have died out
by the end of the century," young George said.
Turning red with anger, the father yelled:
"You are a walking clich?
You know that boy?
And you think it's a good thing that the European peoples
of the world will have faded out and ceased to exist?"
Young George replied; "I think it's great!
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 Europeans had never existed to begin with."
Suddenly there was 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 open field. An angel
named Clarence then appeared to him and said "Well George,
you've got your wish."
George asked: "Where am I? What's going on here? And who are
The angel answered, "George,
I'm Clarence the Angel. 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 Europeans never existed."
"Oh. 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 my professor and my friends how great this non-racist
world was. Say, I'm freezing my ass off out here. Where's the nearest
"Motel?" replied the angel. "There are no motels
here in what was once called North America. But there are some caves
up in those mountains where you can find shelter."
"Caves? No way man. 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 never came
here to build them. Whites never existed, remember? The natives
live in tents. Would you like to go meet some local Indians? Perhaps
they'll let you stay in a tent."
"A tent? But it's 10 degrees outside?...Oh well. It's better
than a cave I suppose. Let's go talk to these Indians...... Wait
a second, are these Indians friendly or hostile?"
"Why, George, that's a racist question to ask. Just because
some Indians were brutal savages who scalped their victims alive,
it doesn't mean they all were" said the angel sarcastically.
"I know that Clarence. And I'm not a racist. I hate racism.
Nonetheless, I'd feel safer if I could have a gun to defend myself
if they turn out to be violent."
"Gun?" replied the angel. "There are no guns for
you to defend yourself with. Firearms were invented by evil Europeans.
Though we could make a spear with those twigs over there."
"That's too much work. Give me a telephone then. I'll call
the Indians to ask if it's OK."
"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 the angel 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?"
"That's right George. The Indians live exactly as they did
before the evil pilgrims arrived from Europe just a few centuries
ago." said the angel sarcastically.
"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 South America. I can make it in a warmer climate and I'll
adapt quickly to the great Incan civilization I learned about at
college. Since European racists like Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro
never existed, the Incans will still be there. ... I need a car"
"Car?" replied the angel. "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 Europeans remember?"
"No cars! Oh. I'll just have to take a train."
"There are no trains in this world either George. Evil 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 just a bit.
Grab hold of my magic robe
and we'll fly south."
"Can I touch your robe and fly to Africa
then" asked George.
George touched the angel's robe and they flew south until they arrived
in an abandoned mud hut in the midst of Incan territory. George
was grateful for the warm weather but it wasn't long until he began
to complain about the heat and humidity.
"Clarence, this hut is a little shithole and 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 created by evil White men." "What?!! You mean
to tell me that in the year 2002 these people still haven't figured
out a way to keep themselves or their food cool? a frustrated George
"No George, they haven't. And they never will."
"This is ridiculous. Let's go to the main city to see the Emperor.
I can't live like like this. Where's a car...oh I forget...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 to give him 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.
By morning time, Clarence and George had arrived at the temple of
the Incans. A bloody human sacrifice was in progress. George turned
to Clarence and cried, "They're going to butcher that poor
soul! Somebody has got to stop this. What horrible murdering beasts!
Can't anyone stop them?"
The angel replied "I'm afraid not. Ritual killings are common
place here. "Those evil European racists like Columbus, Cortez
and Pizzaro never existed so the Incans just continued their brutal
ways. In fact, it was the oppressed peoples themselves who made
up the bulk of the Spanish armed forces. The people saw the Spaniards
as liberators who would rid them of the oppressive Incan and Mayan
rulers and give them a better life."
"I can't blame them for helping the Spaniards then. This is
a horrible place. Get me out of this shithole now!" said George.
'Where would you like to go?" Clarence replied.
George said: "Take me to Africa, maybe there's a more advanced
and humane civilization there that I can fit into. Where the nearest
"Oh, I forgot...no Wright Brothers." George said. "How
about a boat?"
"Boats?" replied 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
"You're cheating again George, but all right. Touch my robe and
we'll fly to Africa."
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 slave traders by African tribal leaders."
"That's so sad.' George said. "I want to meet Martin Luther
King. Since his White assassin never existed, this great man should
still be alive. He's probably a great tribal chief somewhere and leader
of an advanced civilization. He will free these slaves from their
African masters. Take me to him Clarence."
Clarence led George to a little hut deep in the heart of Africa. The
naked women and children looked at George in wonder. The young men
were out on a hunt but the older men stayed behind. George was led
to the dingy little hut of the tribal witch doctor and spiritual leader.
There he saw a wild-looking man with a necklace of teeth around his
neck and a huge ring pierced through his nose. "What the hell
is that? George asked.
"Meet Witch-doctor Matunbo Lutamba Kinga" Clarence said.
He never became Reverend 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 evil spells. Perhaps he
can help you?"
The witch doctor gazed in wonder at George. Then he motioned to his
henchmen to seize young George. The tribesmen grabbed hold of George
and tied him to a nearby tree.
"Stop it! Let me go. What are they going to do to me?" cried
"They're going to perform a ritual killing on you George. The
good doctor King...I mean Kinga -- believes that by cutting your heart
out while you are still alive, it will bring good fortune and fertility
to his tribe," 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."
George said: "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."
Just as the witch doctor's spear was about to carve out George's heart,
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 preeminent brain surgeon in all of America. Where are these men?"
"Don't you understand yet ?
America, and Africa, exist exactly as they did before the Europeans
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
"Stop it! That can't be!" cried George. "Let's walk
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"
They walked a few miles before George stopped and asked where the
nearest toilet was. "Toilets?" replied the angel. There
are no toilets or urinals in this world. Plumbing was developed by
evil Europeans. The people in this non-White world still relieve themselves
in open fields."
Clarence turned around so George could do his business. "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 a rag then".
Clarence obliged and the two of them went on their way.
"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," said George.
George became depressed, but
he was determined to prove his beliefs. "What's in Europe?"
"Europe became populated by Huns and other Asiatic tribes.
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 Whites, the Roman Empire never existed
nor did the Greeks. There was no Renaisance either."
"Take me to Asia then. Surely the great civilizations of Persia,
India, China, and Japan will suit me" George said. "Clarence,
to the Taj Mahal please." "The Taj Mahal?" replied
the angel. "Don't you know that the ancient Persian and Indian
civilizations were established by ancient Indo-European tribes who
crossed the Himalayas? They are the ones who civilized India and
built the Taj Mahal. Those are the great civilizations that Marco
Polo, Columbus, and others were searching for. Did you know that
Iran is Persian for "land of the Aryan?"
George said: "Don't tell me that the 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 the centuries passed, the Indo-Europeans
who created Indian civilization intermarried with the native majorities
who populated the Indian subcontinent. Gradually there were less
and less evil White people until they faded out completely, along
with the advanced civilization they had built. You will notice that
there are still a few white-skinned and fair-haired Indians and
Pakistanis around today -- in the world you came from that is.
George became worried. He
knew he could never fit into the harsh primitive world he had been
thrust into. Suddenly he thought of Japan. "Japan! I'll show
you now Clarence. Take me to Japan. If the Japanese can make TVs
and cameras then I'm sure I'll find a decent civilization that I
can live in."
George began to feel sick in both his body
and his mind. Not only was he depressed, but exposure to the harsh
elements of nature had left him physically ill. "Clarence, I
seem to have contracted some type of sickness. I must have some antibiotics."
Clarence transported George to Japan. George observed that Japanese
society was the most orderly, advanced and civil that he had seen,
but it seemed as if almost everyone was either a rice farmer, a
fisherman, or a soldier. There were no cars, no skyscapers, no lights,
no stereos, no sciences, no technologies, no universities. It was
a stagnant agricultural society that seemed to have reached its
high water mark and was incapable of moving forward. George knew
he could not live here either.
Clarence explained to Geeorge: "Even the industrious Japanese
and Chinese peoples had to rely on the evil Europeans to build the
modern Asia that you had in mind. In this world, Japan exists exactly
as it did before Commodore Perry's American naval ships arrived
in Japan in the 1850s. There's no industry, no technology, no Fuji
film, no Sony, no Hitachi, no Panasonic, no Toyota, no Sushi bars,
no baseball...none of the trappings or comforts of modern life.
These things don't exist in Japan or anywhere else because Europeans
weren't there to create them and share them with the rest of the
world. Would you care for a bowl of rice George?"
"Anti-biotics? There's no...
"Oh Shut up already! Then just take me back to the world as it
"Sorry George. I'm not authorized to do that. Only my boss can
make that call." Clarence said to him: "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 die out? This 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
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 European 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.
After his lecture, Clarence the Angel floated away 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!"
mocked the departing angel.
George began to sob like a baby. It was the year 2002 and he was alone
and hungry in a backwards world where Europeans had never existed.
He cried out to the stars: "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 Europeans
not only existed, but blessed the rest of humanity with their unique
creative ability. I want to live in a civilized world.
God!...take me back!...take me back!
Suddenly George was transported back to his
college dormitory. Drunk with joy, George jumped into the showers
before he could even take his clothes off!.
"Warm water! and soap! Life is beautiful!" he screamed.
George's floor mates 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, Gloire Immortelle in French, Das Ist Der
Tag in German, and also Belgian, Spanish and French ballads and
waltzes. 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
After his 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 and Russian dressing, drank
a whole bottle 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
George said out loud: "Oh
those European peoples and their delicious cuisine. Clarence was
right after all. What a wonderful race!"
George was happy, 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 control of those once-European
nations. He thought of the many thousands of qualified Whites who
were passed up for good jobs and college entrance because of racial
quotas that discriminate against Europeans. He thought about the
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 the O.J. Simpson verdict and how
millions of blacks in America cheered when that brutal double murderer
was set free by a black jury after he stabbed two Whites to death.
He remembered 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 were never even punished!
He remembered the time when 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 how Jesse Jackson once said he had spit in White people's
food when he was a young restaurant worker. George now understood
that that his people were on a collision course with worldwide disaster
and genocide. George realized that this great people must not perish
from the face of the earth.
George could not wait 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,
George had a score to settle with a certain college professor. He
walked into Dr. Silverstein's auditorium and quietly took a seat
in the back row. The nasal voiced Silverstein was 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.
After letting Silverstein spew his cultural poison for about 15
minutes or so, George raised his hand so that he could give the
professor a piece of his newly educated mind.
"George? 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?"
That's when young George let loose on the unsuspecting Professor.
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. 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- shit - not one thin dime!
To the contrary,
it is the rest of humanity that owes us a debt which can never
We are the rightful heirs and protectors of a rich cultural
You vile manipulator! We are the sons of the Romans, the sons of
the Greeks, the Celtics, the Vikings, the Normans, the Saxons. Why
do you inflict shame and guilt upon us?
Europeans didn't just contribute to civilization...
ARE CIVILIZATION !
And I declare that I will no longer
tolerate you shit head "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."
I no longer care what people think.
that matters is the truth which you have sought to pervert!"
"What are you up to anyway?
Why do you to corrupt my young peers by shoving false heroes down
their throats. Enough of your Marxist games of divide and conquer,
you commie pinko subversive! I don't want to learn anymore about
Martin Luther King, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton or Black History
Month. They 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 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 European influence?
Permit me tell your students about such a world, Silverstein, because
I can speak from personal experience, you wretched little conspiring
Silverstein turned white as
a ghost. He was shell shocked 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. Many were moved to tears. By the
end of his tirade, George's reawakened classmates were thundering
their approval of his speech. The class gave George a standing ovation
and they thanked him for helping them rediscover and reclaim their
own sense of pride and lost identity. The unstoppable power of truth
had melted away years of Marxist guilt tripping, self hate, wimpishness
and cultural brainwashing in just one unforgettable hour. The inspired
students proceeded to storm out of Silverstein's class, throwing
their hip-hop baseball caps and nose earrings at him as they stampeded
out and vowed never to return. They lifted George up upon their
shoulders and carried him out of the auditorium like a conquering
hero. With a glint in his eye, George glanced up towards the sky,
winked and said "Thank you, Clarence."
Silverstein was worried, but he remained confident
that most young men and women would never learn the truth about their
glorious past and unique creative abilities.
| After all, the mass media, Hollywood,
the music industry, the colleges, and the public schools are
all controlled by "liberals" like Dr. Silverstein.
With the power of political correctness
in their hands, they can continue to tear down our European
ancestors, destroy our institutions and traditions, instigate
blacks and other races against the whites, flood America with
third-world immigration, and push "hip-hop" music,
homosexuality, and other garbage onto a weak, confused and morally
After reflecting upon these facts, Silverstein smiled a devilish
grin and muttered to himself:
|Or will they?