Massacre Money

[Douglas Mercer]

Douglas Mercer
August 24 2023

The last time we checked when it came to the so-called Tulsa Race Massacre (rhymes with Texas Chain Saw Massacre) the niggers were totally to blame. Just to make assurance double sure we checked in again and, sure enough, the niggers were still to blame. But that won’t stop them from cashing in on it, an event which is a simple example of the way the White race used to protect its own has become a cause célèbre, and is used as another cudgel to beat White folks over the head. It wasn’t enough that they were totally to blame for their own troubles, no; lately it’s become illegal for White people to defend themselves, and any historical example of us doing just that is raised as a bloody flag and bloody shirt to show how the White people who did so were unexampled examples of pure and unmitigated evil. And once that happens some negros will always come along and latch on to it and say it’s time the White man fork over the money. In this case it’s massacre money; and they want a lot of it.

“The Oklahoma Supreme Court will consider a reparations case from survivors of the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre after a lower court judge dismissed it last month, giving hope to advocates for racial justice that government may make amends in one of the worst single acts of violence against Black people in U.S. history.”

What happened was a nigger tried to rape a White woman. In today’s society that is unfortunately just the small change of life and though people might secretly harbor some “concerns” they turn the television back on, cross their fingers, and hope for the best. Safe to say back in the day things were totally different; when the black rapist was arrested some of his fellow spooks tried to “liberate” him; and as was their wont the White folks at the time got their ire up about that and with no ceremony whatsoever immediately went berserker on them; when the dust had cleared there was no more Black Wall Street (that’s satire: there never was such a thing), and more than a few tar monsters were six feet deep. Justice served cold, as has been said again and again.

“Tulsa County District Judge Caroline Wall dismissed the case on July 9 2023. Survivors appealed and the state’s high court agreed last week (August 18 2023) to consider whether that decision was proper and if the case should be returned to her court for further consideration. The survivors want the state’s high court to return the case to district court to determine exactly what occurred and what it would take to fix or abate what they allege is a continuing nuisance created by the massacre.”

So the dream of more gibs remains alive. The negros here ape the Jews in calling the old coots and codgers who are still sucking air “survivors.” It’s a solid rhetorical move for in the weak-willed climate of today nothing gains complete sympathy and subservience as much as a “survivor.” People’s brain metaphorically melt in the face of that ominous word and the cash registers in government offices began to automatically go cha-ching and open so fast the machines fall apart. In this case they have some super-superannuated survivors, survivors who by all rights should have been pushing up daisies decades ago but who have managed to eke out a meager existence and have others pen their memoirs of the dire events. And what court wants to disappoint these money-grubbing Methuselahs and deny them their massacre money?

“Three survivors of the attack are known to still be living, all more than 100 years old. Lessie Benningfield Randle, Viola Fletcher and Hughes Van Ellis have sued for reparations from the city, state and others for the white mob’s destruction of the once thriving Black district known as Greenwood. In the last couple of years, Fletcher has traveled internationally, testified before Congress, and supported a lawsuit for reparations — all part of a campaign for accountability over the massacre that destroyed Tulsa, Oklahoma’s original Black Wall Street in 1921, when she was a child.”

If there is anything they love more than saying Tulsa Race Massacre (rhymes with Texas Chain Saw Massacre) it’s that other fib called Black Wall Street. They want you to believe that back then those ignorant negros were budding entrepreneurs, they were issuing seed money for conking hair, and they were the ones who anticipated the Malt Liquor and weave crazes. Why, if it hadn’t have been for those wicked White folks way back when the financial center of gravity of the entire universe would have moved to (and remained in!) Tulsa’s Pickanniny District. And today instead of having to bellyache and bitch and grasp for every last dollar of restitution and reparations stylish negros in shiny three-piece suits would replace the images of saggy pants spooks as how people think of the negroes, and they would be the masters of the universe in reality instead of in pure Wakanda fantasy.

“Now, at age 109, Fletcher is releasing a memoir about the life she lived in the shadow of the massacre, after a white mob laid waste to the once-thriving Black enclave known as Greenwood. The book will be published by Mocha Media Inc. on August 1 2023. Her memoir, Don’t Let Them Bury My Story, is a call to action for readers to pursue truth, justice and reconciliation no matter how long it takes. Written with graphic details of the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre that she witnessed at age seven, Fletcher said she hoped to preserve a narrative of events that was nearly lost to a lack of acknowledgement from mainstream historians and political leaders.”

Mocha Media and Massacre Money, this is the pass and the ebb we’ve reach in the years we were supposed to be beginning the long process of the colonization of the stars. And just as they funnel money into funding every “Holocaust” survivor’s memoir and book about their stint at those relatively luxurious camps so too do the negros now get in on the game and publish tomes containing fictional accounts of the past. And surely you’ve noticed that no one today is trying “bury her story”--far from it. They are blaring her story out in every Jew news outlet all over the country. She lived in the “shadow of the massacre” but now all they do is shine a glaring light on this long ago even which by rights should have been duly and dutifully forgotten as being unexceptional and run of the mill. But now they whisk this geriatric geezer around the world where in a rasping voice (and with the help of her Hebrew handlers) she lectures and regales her sadly rapt audiences with the “horrors” of those days and lays the groundwork for the blacks to go begging.

“Over 18 hours, between May 31 and June 1, the enlarged mob carried out a scorched-earth campaign against Greenwood. The death toll has been estimated to be as high as 300. More than 35 city blocks were leveled, an estimated 191 businesses were destroyed, and roughly 10,000 Black residents were displaced. In her memoir, Fletcher writes of the bumpy ride out of town in a horse-drawn buggy, as her family escaped the chaos. She witnessed a Black man being executed, his head exploded like a watermelon dropped off the rooftop of a barn. The shooter had also fired his shotgun at her family’s buggy. We passed piles of dead bodies heaped in the streets, she writes in the book. Some of them had their eyes open, as though they were still alive, but they weren’t.”

This is the equivalent of those emaciated bodies and the shoes. They pile up their horror stories and they tell you what happened to them but they never tell you why. That is they come in halfway into the story, or gloss over the first part (nigger tried to rape a White women and only by the love of the gods is she spared that horror) and go right to the White people killing negros part. That much is true but sometimes black people need a killing and in this instance they most definitely did. The only shame is that they didn’t pick off that little negro seven-year-old. Had they she never would have grown up to have someone ghost write her book for her, and stick out her greasy fingers for more unearned money. They’d have done a lot more than bury her story—they’d have buried her and the world would have been infinitely richer for it.

“In 2020, Fletcher got a brand-new color TV for her birthday. Several months later, on Jan. 6, the images of the mob attack following the historic election of President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris retraumatized her. “With that horrific scene, all of what occurred back in 1921 in Greenwood came flooding back into my mind, Fletcher writes in the book.”

She probably got that spanking new Talmudvision from her ill-gotten gain from that loot money for the dirty book she wrote. More than likely she sits around all day like a dim-eyed dullard watching soaps or infomercials, or BET, or something else godforsaken to fill her worthless days. But then lo and behold! The senile old duffer was watching some tripe and they cut in with some White people (misled and reasonably benighted people –they had shofars blowing) but White people all the same. And what were these White people doing prey tell? Why they were hurling a primal scream at the world for down in their race soul they knew that the world is crooked and the world has been taught to hate them. They have not yet the mental bandwidth to know why it’s crooked (it’s the Jews) but they know it’s crooked all the same. This was a bridge way too far for the doddering old biddy and as she sat there up came the images of the Congoids being gunned down in a hail of bullets, of strong unapologetic and unrepentant White people defending their way of life with no compunction, and White people taking out some negros who were getting way above their station. It was enough to give the poor old fogey conniptions and she she nearly fainted from the dark resurgence of memories. But she made it, sad to say, switched back to watching her garbage, or went to see Wakanda to buck up her spirits with a fictional account of negro greatness, she got her big Jewish book deal and stuck her ugly face in the slop looking for massacre money.

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