Douglas Mercer
June 10 2023
We’ve always had the lace curtain Irish, the well-to-do Irish of America, and we’ve always had the Shanty Irish, their down the scale racial brethren. And of course we’ve always had the black Irish, the history on them is mixed but instead of the red haired freckled Irish of legend they had dark eyes and hair, and came in waves from France or Spain. And of course we love them all. But here’s the thing: they were all White, every last man, woman and child of them down to their bones. But now (as all over the world) there is Jewish movement afoot to delegitimize White people in Ireland and say that (guess what!) the original Irish were Africans, black as the blackest night, much blacker than your hat.
“From the earliest African arrivals on Irish shores, Black people have played an important role in shaping Irish society. Although there aren’t very many Black people living in Ireland today, they still manage to make an impact. Despite facing discrimination and marginalization, Black Irish men and women have made significant contributions to the country’s cultural, political, and economic landscape.”
Jewish Wikipedia states that in the 19th and 20th Century the term black Irish referred to an Irish American myth which suggested Irish people with black hair and dark features were descended from Spanish sailors. But they note (and here’s the Jewish part) that in the 21st Century the term Black Irish refers to black people in Ireland, people of African or other black heritage living in Ireland, raised in Ireland, or whose families now hail from Ireland. The term black Irish is now officially recognized by the Irish government during the census period. So in other words this is not your grandfather’s black Irish or your father’s black Irish, or even your black Irish, this is subhumans to the marrow. It’s as if when the Irish crossed the threshold of the year 2000 they in a sudden fit of amnesia lost their collective minds.
As for those (alleged) early negros you can be sure of one thing: the map of Ireland was not written all over their faces. Rather the map of Africa was there, the map of the mud hut, and the map of the albino bone, and the map of the cannibal’s pot. The map of Ireland is a joyous White person living in the land of his ancestors who has the map of Ireland written all over his face, and you can see the entire tradition, heritage and history etched in to their noble visage. You see the memes now of the anti-immigrant White folk who say: Ireland Is Full. But if you believe this newfangled propaganda machine Ireland is full of rancid silverbacks. And always has been and always will be.
“The Irish Times referenced a documentary about some of Ireland’s earliest inhabitants. They weren’t white—quite the opposite in fact. According to the documentary Prehistoric Irish people had dark skin They inhabited the island for 4,000 years.”
Oh, they were shucking and jiving alright, hopping up and down like lunatics with their spears in their hands, going on rape and crime sprees, knocking off liquor stores, abandoning their wives and children for the lure of a 40 can, hitting the crack pipe, eating fried chicken, wearing lip plates, stirring cannibal pots, stuffing their gullets with watermelon, not working a day in their lives but sitting at the barbershop telling meaningless tales, fathering another string of children they have no intention to support, speaking their “toof,” rioting, rampaging, arranging organized retail theft rings, speaking a pidgin ebonics, using jerry curl, and generally being lazy and shiftless gorillas, grilllas, and hittas. And they did this for four thousand years—but not one sign of progress.
“Elizabeth Stack, the executive director of the Irish American Heritage Museum, told the Daily Gazette that Ireland isn’t quite as monolithic as most might think. The fact is there were Black people in Ireland from quite early on in the 1700s because the British landlords would have had both servants and slaves, she said. In 1845, Frederick Douglass traveled to Ireland to decry slavery and found allies there.”
Make no mistake bringing in even one was a mistake. They say that snakes were not native to the Emerald Isle, and neither were the spooks, despite what the television says. And when you are blessed with a negro free land you need to keep it that way. Your descendants will thank you profusely. But it’s always the desire for cheap labor and the unwillingness to do your own scrut work that is the Achilles heels. It is not for nothing after all that an Afrikaner is defined as someone who would rather be killed in his bed than make it.
“Tilore Awonusi shared his experience as a Black Irish man in an insightful article for The Irish Times. He said Black Irish people are all too familiar with the phrases: Where are you really from? and You don’t look like you’re from around here. These kinds of questions and statements may seem innocuous on the surface. But in actuality, they aren’t. Awonusi wrote that these phrases “set a benchmark for casual racism. The article highlighted other Black people who encountered racism in Ireland. Some were born there, while others emigrated or sought asylum.”
Le’t see Awonusi, Awonusi, that doesn’t sound too Irish. Not like MacDonald and O’Donnell. The truth is that everyone really knows where these dark skinned invaders are from: not Ireland, that’s for damn sure. But if you believe the press clipping they were there before St. Patrick, and there before the Celts, and there before the first leprechaun. Indeed if you are a gull and swallow the lie whole you’d think that the blacks sprung from the very soil and peat and bogs of Ireland and it was their sweat and blood which forged the Irish nation. But now the new “black Irish” get really touchy when they are questioned about them being there; who is the White man to ask such an impertinent question? This is because they sense that they, along with the endless streams of immigrants that are pouring in, will rule the country soon; that is they think tomorrow belongs to them.
“The United States, Black History Month has been observed every February since 1976. Ireland followed suit many years later, and designated October as their Black History Month. As reported by Travel Noire“Irish Black History Month first began in Cork in 2010, although it wasn’t until 2014 that it was consolidated as a nationwide event. It was facilitated by a network of groups who worked together through Africa Irish Development Initiatives (AIDI) to host a series of events in celebration of the African-Irish community.”
Ireland has apparently succumbed to the madness; it’s true that as of 2020 only a measly 1.3 percent in Ireland were black, but with the help of the Jews they are punching above their weight. Despite being extraordinarily late arrivals they already got that coveted thing: their very own month. For nearly a decade now the Irish have inexplicably been feting a people who don’t even merit a footnote in their history. Indeed, when they get together to celebrate the momentous accomplishments of the blacks in Ireland they literally have nothing to do.
“In 2021, Pamela Uba became the first Black woman to win the Miss Ireland beauty pageant title. She told The Irish Times that it means so much to me. I am so grateful I can show girls that color is not something that holds you back and it doesn’t matter where you come from.”
Sorry I didn’t catch that name: was it Uba or Ooga Booga? Same smell really but these porch monkeys are really coming in to their own in this land of a thousand welcomes, and it’s due to the fact that the real native Irish have been too welcoming. It’s all part of the propaganda onslaught aimed at the White race, to prove supposedly that we have no roots, and we have no origins, that we are not autonomous, autochthonous, indigenous, or original from anywhere. In the face of this new map of Ireland you can only wish the luck of the Irish to the Irish, for we love the Irish that we know, red haired, pale, freckled, White, always with a shining glint in the eye; but the blacks have no business even being there, let alone claiming a first stake; why, it’s more than enough to get your Irish up.
