Douglas Mercer
April 3 2024
Lynching has become a big subject in modern America, the criminal niggers who murdered and raped with abandon a hundred and more years ago have become cause célèbres in their own right. Degraded White governors fall all over themselves to give them posthumous pardons thereby dishonoring the White dead, put up memorials for them, and plaster the towns with plaques commemorating vicious murder and rape. It’s got so bad they even go the sites where the niggers got shot, hung, and set in flames, and they take a mason jar, use a teaspoon to fill it with the “holy dirt” from the “holy site” and airmail it to the black hellhole called Montgomery Alabama where they have hundreds of others of similar mason jars filled with meaningless dirt. And then the directors of the debased institution can show all the guilty White folk the dirt in the jars and of course like the weak-kneed cretins they are they quake and quail in their boots and their hearts immediately fall to the floor as they shed a supposedly hallowed tear or two about what their ancestors did. No, sorry, it’s just dead niggers so this is most certainly nothing to get all twisted in knots about or to write home to mother regarding. And the idea that a people would trumpet jars of dirt as mementos or sacraments to their long-lost kin is rather bizarre. They have no great deeds to celebrate but still you would think that they would be mortified and embarrassed that their people were so weak and worthless as to be strung up over and over again, riddled with bullets and set on fire like dogshit in a game of ding dong ditch’em. Not to mention the reason for the rope, the bullets and the gasoline and matches that their people encountered: the fact that they are world class murderers, thieves and rapists, unparalleled in the annals of crime. You’d think that would be the kind of thing they would want the world to forget, and sweep under the rug. But we call them stupid niggers for a reason: they are stupid niggers. And they think clods of dirt representing rapist niggers from time past is a mark of distinction. In Salisbury they even have a big Salisbury Lynching Memorial Task Force which is tantamount to having a Nigger Rapist committee, which shouts out how given to rape niggers are, get sympathy for them being rapists, setting up a Nigger Rape Museum, and watch the rape money flow into their coffers. If you told those White men from former eras that each time a nigger raped a White woman it would one day be worth (at least) thousands of dollars in the future they would have dismissed you out of hand. And they were great White man, those forbears; when they hung, shot and made the fiery pyre it was awful White of them. The gods will bless them when they finally come into their own and are vindicated in all particulars.
“Salisbury Maryland, a city on Maryland’s Eastern Shore moved one step closer to reckoning with its past as its elected officials last week approved an apology for the long-ago lynchings of three Black men. In the lynchings by local White mobs in 1898 and 1931, there was no trial, no evidence presented, no judge, no jury. Instead, the public executions were meted out with unchecked viciousness as the men were beaten, hanged, shot, paraded through town and, in one instance, set on fire.”
Reckoning has become a big topic in the current degraded America, reckoning basically meaning that the White man is supposed to take in the long procession of his history and find it not only wanting, but purely demonic. Surely this is an inverted reading for when taken all in all is there anything grander and more majestic than White history? No, there is not. Not even close. A people inhabiting barely a continent suddenly harvesting its past grandeur and taking the next step in the evolution of consciousness; it’s the greatest story ever told but not one told often or well enough. It is well known that when we were on the cusp of moving to the next in a never-ending series of steps the vertical progress was interrupted by internal folly and external malevolence; so much so that now we get these never-ending reckonings where niggers and the Jew point their finger at us. Better we should take a mirror to look at ourselves and see the splendor and the glamour; and coming once more into our own once again begin again to scale the airy heights. When that happens let them reckon with that.
“Some Salisbury residents say the lynchings are not worth revisiting. The city has moved on, they say. They point to two Black members on the five-member city council, including its president, D’Shawn Doughty, 29, as a sign of progress. To them, Salisbury is a world away from what it was in 1931. Others see a city still weighed down by racism, power inequities and a fear of speaking up that they trace back to the Eastern Shore’s history of slavery, rigid Jim Crow laws and racist intimidation. They agree Salisbury has changed. But not enough. While no one here has publicly opposed an official apology for the lynchings, the language of the document — and the extent to which it should acknowledge the city’s culpability — has been a source of contention. The debate in Salisbury about the apology, which the council is expected to formally ratify Monday, in some ways reflects the nation’s unease with how to address America’s history of racism and racist violence and the degree to which that legacy continues to shape the country.”
Salisbury is certainly a world away from where it was a century ago and is the perfect illustration of how things go continually downhill. Adolf Hitler certainly made a valiant effort to turn things around but he was thwarted in his near successful efforts at the last minute by Jew conspiracies dressed up in the false flags of freedom and democracy. As for Salisbury it’s just yet another place where they used to put down niggers like rabid dogs and set them ablaze on the dung heap of time and think nothing more about it. But this is all out of bounds now and they have some shuffling niggers with names like D’Shawn lording it over whatever decent White folk are left; and even the apology for burning those niggers, most definitely misplaced as it is, will not be nearly enough for the niggers. The nigger advocates are pushing for much more than a mere acknowledgment, they want a “sweeping apology” one that carries everything White before it and treats Whiteness like a broken plaything. These malevolent malcontents want lynching described as racial terror lynching when the opposite is wholly apposite, it was (and is) the black criminals who preyed (and prey) on our people and who are igniting racial terror. We are not the bad guys, we are the darlings of creation. To anyone who thinks about it for two seconds (or even less) this is mind numbingly obvious, but equally mind numbingly obvious is that the truth has no place in the polite discourse of our times, truth is our world’s red headed stepchild, and is the beggar at every ball, has in fact become a criminal offense. It is as if they have mined our past and treated it like their unchallenged personal reserve, and made the good the bad, and the bad the good, and then leverage it against us via the mechanism of guilt until the vast majority of the world can’t think of see straight for being so gallingly stupid.
“It’s a boilerplate, vanilla apology that doesn’t really say anything, said James Yamakawa, head of the Wicomico Truth and Reconciliation Initiative, who began pushing for the action a year ago alongside the Wicomico County NAACP branch. But he sees its adoption as both the culmination of an effort and the beginning of a new one. It has taken 100 years for the city to start talking about this, he said, so it might take a few more until the community has really understood what happened. In January 2021 Salisbury residents who walked the route from the hospital to the courthouse lawn along which Williams had been dragged. They collected soil from the lynching site to be placed in a jar and delivered to the National Memorial for Peace and Justice in Montgomery, Alabama. The lynching memorial, created by the Equal Justice Initiative, is home to hundreds of similar jars of soil from lynching locations all over the country.”
They trod that path like the lunatic Christians pad along the Via Dolorosa in honor of their fictional creation they call Jesus. It’s the holy road they say that station of the nigger, and they hold their clumps of dirt up to the nonexistent gods in supplication and in beseeching. If you think about it’s really a sorry sight, is it not? Some mud people holding dirt like it was sacred: the actual gods laugh at it, and any sane man will laugh at it too. They claim that they want that big “full throated” apology but what they really want to lay down is a predicate. They want us on the record that their dirt means something sacred and worth of genuflection and that we are guilty, that is they want money and attention. So they want to make sure that the apology is no flat and basic one, they want the guilt dripping from every facet of our selves the way the blood drips from their fangs. Naturally said it did not always used to be this way.
“The first reported lynching in Salisbury was that of Garfield King. On May 25, 1898, King, who was Black and suspected of murdering a White man, was dragged by a mob from his jail cell to the courthouse lawn, hanged from a tree and reportedly shot 100 times, according to an account in the Baltimore Sun. On December 4, 1931, a white mob yelling, Let’s lynch him, dragged Matthew Williams, a 23-year-old black man, from a bed in the Negro Ward of a hospital in Salisbury. Williams, who had been shot in the shoulder and leg after he was accused of killing his white employer, lay wrapped in a straitjacket. The mob was met with little resistance from the hospital’s superintendent. The men threw the bandaged Williams out of a window down to the crowd of approximately 300 people anxiously waiting below, according to the biography. Williams was stabbed with an ice pick and then dragged three blocks behind a truck to the lawn of the courthouse in downtown Salisbury. At 8 p.m., the crowd strung up a noose and found a branch twenty feet above the ground, tied the unconscious Williams’ neck, the report said. Williams dangled as the crowd raised and lowered his body, several times, taunting him. Then, they finally dropped him. The mob allowed Williams to hang lifeless for twenty minutes, according to archive records. After they were sure he was dead, they cut his body from the rope, tied it to the back of a vehicle and dragged him through the black part of Salisbury. They then got about 40 or 50 gallons of gasoline, but before they threw this gas over him, they cut off his fingers and toes, threw them on the porches and in the yards of the colored people’s homes. Shouting, these remarks, that (the colored people) could make N—er sandwiches out of them, according to an eyewitness account published by the Crusader News Agency. Then they threw the gas over him, set a match to him and while the human torch burned, they passed booze around, drinking and shouting.”
Any questions? Good and dead as had been said. The White man used not to stand on ceremony and had no compunctions or scruples about how to deal with a criminal nigger. You treat the dog like a rabid dog, and you put him down, slice him up, and then set him on fire and feed whatever is left to the wolves. To realize that this kind of noble behavior was common not all that long ago is to realize that our society has suffered a real sea change, for worse and not for better. Indeed, the horror with which the normal puke will consider such behavior tells one all one needs to know: that we are a people who have lost our nerve, and lost the steel in our spines, lost our fighting spirit. That is far too many of us have gone soft and have turned the other cheek and bent over backwards bending over backwards for the inferior races of the world; but as long as the long memory of that killing and drinking party is green and ever fresh in our living memory hope is alive; more than hope really but the certainty that this dark time is but a phase, a passage that will be jettisoned when the time is right and we will get back to fundamentals. We will will that it be so; and so it will be. So, keep the human torch in mind when you think of the scene, so hallowed and august in memory; and remember too that while the nigger sandwich might appear to the normal and moral rather unappetizing to the cannibals it must have made them feel right at home.
