The Red Man Wants His Cut
Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2023 12:19 am
Douglas Mercer
July 22 2023
Now that they are slicing up the White man’s pie and doling it out to blackie the Indians are a bit miffed; after all they are the Ur-Victims, the losers primus inter pares, or first among equals of the sad sacks of world history. Heck, the black man was just a visitor too, he hadn’t sprung for the land itself and been here since long before time immemorial. If reparations should be given to anyone the Red Man should be first in line, and now blackie is cutting in front and taking the pilfered loot. If you don’t believe it just listen to a grievance mongering squaw named Angela Mooney D’arcy (so-called), she’s a big fat tub of lard who looks like in between feverish bouts of reading How To Be An Anti-Racist slides up to the buffet, plants herself there like sessile plant, and scarfs up everything in sight. The Indians might or might not get a slice of the White man’s pie but this Mooney D’arcy has downed a lot more than her share of actual ones; and judging from her physique there are not enough reparations in the world to keep her fed and watered.
“For Angela Mooney D’Arcy and other Indigenous Californians, a spirit of racial trauma hangs over some of the richest and most storied stretches of the Golden State. California — like all of the Americas — is built on a stolen world, D’Arcy says. The glamorous ocean-view houses of Malibu sit where the Chumash fished, hunted, played and performed rituals. Every home run at Dodger Stadium soars over the ancestral grounds of the people of the willow houses, as the Tongva were known. The luxury subdivisions, country clubs and surfing havens of Orange County occupy the heartland of the Acjachemen people — including D’Arcy’s ancestors — who believe their creator placed them at the edge of the Pacific at the dawn of time.”
Storied? I for one call foul. If the stories of the Indians on this land were really so storied how come they never saw fit to write them down? And how do we really know they aren’t just making them up? Maybe this is just that infamous dreaming they say the abos do. Well, we suspect they are true because no one in his right mind would make up stories that are so weak and impoverished. They weren’t really powerhouses of constructive activity were they? No, just lazing the day away with a bit of lazy fishing, that was good for them. And as for the Dodgers they were the ones who put a negro in the National Pastime, but then they stole the land from some Mexicans; but it turns out that the Mexicans in turn stole it from the merciless savages. So it goes. That’s history, someone is always stealing the land from somebody else---so hang on tight. It’s been going on since before the dawn of time and it won’t stop anytime soon. And it’s certainly nothing to cry about, let alone wheedle your way into winnings.
“While countering repeated attempts to render them invisible, D’Arcy says, Indigenous people also felt a moral duty to look after the welfare of others within their reach. It’s a principle that her Acjachemen elders in Orange County instilled in her. People ask why I do anti-racism work — why I want to combat anti-Blackness — and I always say that it is a cultural mandate, says D’Arcy, the founder of the nonprofit Sacred Places Institute for Indigenous Peoples in Los Angeles and an activist who fights racism. That’s why she feels satisfaction but also sorrow as California moves closer to making history by giving reparations to Black Californians.”
She’s fully intersectional, she knows the black man’s cause is her cause, they are part of the same team of the burgeoning and self-touted global majority you hear way to much about, the rising tides of people of color—not colored people, that’s racist. But as this behemoth puts her girth into helping the black man she can’t help feeling a bit sad at the jackpot that the niggers have hit. Where is the red man’s lucre? How come they are not the ones trudging up to lecterns at government meetings in face paint and feathered headdresses and raising the stakes to billions and trillions? Their suffering does not count? Sure the black man has the redlining and Emmett Till but what about those small pox blankets, the trail of tears, Wounded Knee, and the cheap whiskey they sold on the reservations (big jug for only one cow dung chip!). No it’s not right and not fair in her mind. If she were not such a dutiful ally and anti-racist it might even make the whale a little mad.
“Arcy worries, however, that the conversation around reparations fails to include Indigenous people and a basic truth: Slavery, the seizure of properties, the bulldozing of homes and businesses, the discriminatory real estate practices and biased treatment by law enforcement — everything that deprived Black and brown people of their wealth, their sense of belonging and sometimes their lives — took place on territory that was already scarred by loss.”
See, that’s just the thing. The black were the losers in life’s race but the Indians were even bigger losers and they were losers first. It’s shame of place they want to claim. They are returning property to the blacks in Manhattan Beach and maybe one day Chavez Ravine will revert to a crime ridden barrio full of low-rider’s, graffiti and cholos with tattoos on their faces, but this misses the point. The Red Man was here first, as they will be the first to tell you. But how do we even really know this? Do they have receipts? And even if they were the first ones to stumble across the plains what does that mean or prove? This is a static first dibs view of history, as if just because you blew a peace pipe once somewhere before anyone else was able to arrive then it’s yours for eternity. In truth it is a childlike and regressive view; and little is sadder than some remnants and stragglers from a defeated people bellyaching that their people once suffered their land to be stolen from beneath them, and didn’t really put up that much of a struggle in the long view. And who of course loudly proclaim this shame and want to be paid for it—and paid big.
“Arcy has been a champion of the movements to return land to the state’s tribal nations and save important sites from development and environmental degradation. She was part of a coalition of Indigenous activists and environmentalists that joined forces to block a proposed six-lane toll road through an ancient Acjachemen village site and burial ground known as Panhe at Orange County’s San Onofre State Beach. Her organization helped stop a luxury housing development at Genga, a 400-acre Acjachemen and Tongva archaeological site in Newport Beach.”
A while back we learned that some White property owners in Australia are having the boot stuck on their neck by green eye shade worshippers of the abos. They’ve declared every rock that an aboriginal picked up and every spot of land a stunted brown pygmy lazed the day away on as sacred ground. And if you want to build there you have to pay tens of thousands of dollars to some green eye shade bureaucrat so some academic scum in the archeology department at a Jew run university can come in and inspect it first. As he pockets the money the archeologist (obeying his Jew masters) will say no: this is sacred abo land: no improvements please. And now in California the offscourirings of a stagnant and hand to mouth living people will impede progress as well. They certainly never developed, improved, or added value to this continent; and if they have their way no one else will either.
“The goal in each instance is to ensure Indigenous people play a role in determining the state’s future, D’Arcy says, and to remind Californians that Native Americans still exist. Most people don’t know that there’s over 150 tribal nations in what’s now this state, D’Arcy says. And yet, even though much of the damage done to people of color took place on tribal grounds, D’Arcy senses an awkward silence between Indigenous people and other Californians when it comes to making amends.”
An Indian role in the future of California? What future? California has no future, or at least no future worthy of the name. California is best understood now as Northern Mexico. Forty percent White (and that falling like a stone) the future there is feudal-cum-favela, with a thin upper crust of transnational elite scum living in compounds, Hollywood and Silicon Valley blaring brazen culture rot, Mexican chamber maids and gardeners, violent niggers in the cities, and Whites looking up housing prices in Idaho. Do the Indians, a relic of the past, have a part in this future? Who knows and who cares really—if they want a bite of the corpse they can have it.
“When Los Angeles County officials were drafting a resolution on Bruce’s Beach in 2022 calling for the publicly owned site to be given back to the family, D’Arcy wrote a letter to the Board Of Supervisors expressing concern that the measure fails to recognize the Indigenous Peoples on whose sacred lands and waters Bruce’s Beach was established and who were violently and forcibly displaced from these homelands hundreds of years ago. Because non-Indigenous Americans are in a sense visitors on this continent, it is important to show respect toward the hosts. That show of deference isn’t a threat to Black justice, he says, but rather an opening for mutual understanding.”
Who be this red man trying to take our loot says Demetrius. The blacks didn’t rape and ravage their way through American cities burning them to a crisp to cow and intimidate people into paying them bribe money not to ravage and rape again just to see some squaw come in at the last minute to take the money from the collection plate. Wait your turn Pocahontas, this is the black man’s day and the black man’s time. You have your whisky, we have the malt liquor, you have the reservations but we have the auction block, you have the image of Indians in the old Westerns but we have the minstrel shows, you have a genocide but we have a black man swinging form a tree. Truly it’s a race to the bottom among these race bastard swindlers, a gong show of grievance where the loudest wailer wins. Right now the blacks are ahead but the Indian, once thought down and out in the sweepstakes of the losers, is showing remarkable resilience in whining their way into status and prestige. So watch your back blackie; the Sioux might no longer be circling, but the war whoops are the same, and when they see the big White man’s green dollars raining down the red man wants his cut.
July 22 2023
Now that they are slicing up the White man’s pie and doling it out to blackie the Indians are a bit miffed; after all they are the Ur-Victims, the losers primus inter pares, or first among equals of the sad sacks of world history. Heck, the black man was just a visitor too, he hadn’t sprung for the land itself and been here since long before time immemorial. If reparations should be given to anyone the Red Man should be first in line, and now blackie is cutting in front and taking the pilfered loot. If you don’t believe it just listen to a grievance mongering squaw named Angela Mooney D’arcy (so-called), she’s a big fat tub of lard who looks like in between feverish bouts of reading How To Be An Anti-Racist slides up to the buffet, plants herself there like sessile plant, and scarfs up everything in sight. The Indians might or might not get a slice of the White man’s pie but this Mooney D’arcy has downed a lot more than her share of actual ones; and judging from her physique there are not enough reparations in the world to keep her fed and watered.
“For Angela Mooney D’Arcy and other Indigenous Californians, a spirit of racial trauma hangs over some of the richest and most storied stretches of the Golden State. California — like all of the Americas — is built on a stolen world, D’Arcy says. The glamorous ocean-view houses of Malibu sit where the Chumash fished, hunted, played and performed rituals. Every home run at Dodger Stadium soars over the ancestral grounds of the people of the willow houses, as the Tongva were known. The luxury subdivisions, country clubs and surfing havens of Orange County occupy the heartland of the Acjachemen people — including D’Arcy’s ancestors — who believe their creator placed them at the edge of the Pacific at the dawn of time.”
Storied? I for one call foul. If the stories of the Indians on this land were really so storied how come they never saw fit to write them down? And how do we really know they aren’t just making them up? Maybe this is just that infamous dreaming they say the abos do. Well, we suspect they are true because no one in his right mind would make up stories that are so weak and impoverished. They weren’t really powerhouses of constructive activity were they? No, just lazing the day away with a bit of lazy fishing, that was good for them. And as for the Dodgers they were the ones who put a negro in the National Pastime, but then they stole the land from some Mexicans; but it turns out that the Mexicans in turn stole it from the merciless savages. So it goes. That’s history, someone is always stealing the land from somebody else---so hang on tight. It’s been going on since before the dawn of time and it won’t stop anytime soon. And it’s certainly nothing to cry about, let alone wheedle your way into winnings.
“While countering repeated attempts to render them invisible, D’Arcy says, Indigenous people also felt a moral duty to look after the welfare of others within their reach. It’s a principle that her Acjachemen elders in Orange County instilled in her. People ask why I do anti-racism work — why I want to combat anti-Blackness — and I always say that it is a cultural mandate, says D’Arcy, the founder of the nonprofit Sacred Places Institute for Indigenous Peoples in Los Angeles and an activist who fights racism. That’s why she feels satisfaction but also sorrow as California moves closer to making history by giving reparations to Black Californians.”
She’s fully intersectional, she knows the black man’s cause is her cause, they are part of the same team of the burgeoning and self-touted global majority you hear way to much about, the rising tides of people of color—not colored people, that’s racist. But as this behemoth puts her girth into helping the black man she can’t help feeling a bit sad at the jackpot that the niggers have hit. Where is the red man’s lucre? How come they are not the ones trudging up to lecterns at government meetings in face paint and feathered headdresses and raising the stakes to billions and trillions? Their suffering does not count? Sure the black man has the redlining and Emmett Till but what about those small pox blankets, the trail of tears, Wounded Knee, and the cheap whiskey they sold on the reservations (big jug for only one cow dung chip!). No it’s not right and not fair in her mind. If she were not such a dutiful ally and anti-racist it might even make the whale a little mad.
“Arcy worries, however, that the conversation around reparations fails to include Indigenous people and a basic truth: Slavery, the seizure of properties, the bulldozing of homes and businesses, the discriminatory real estate practices and biased treatment by law enforcement — everything that deprived Black and brown people of their wealth, their sense of belonging and sometimes their lives — took place on territory that was already scarred by loss.”
See, that’s just the thing. The black were the losers in life’s race but the Indians were even bigger losers and they were losers first. It’s shame of place they want to claim. They are returning property to the blacks in Manhattan Beach and maybe one day Chavez Ravine will revert to a crime ridden barrio full of low-rider’s, graffiti and cholos with tattoos on their faces, but this misses the point. The Red Man was here first, as they will be the first to tell you. But how do we even really know this? Do they have receipts? And even if they were the first ones to stumble across the plains what does that mean or prove? This is a static first dibs view of history, as if just because you blew a peace pipe once somewhere before anyone else was able to arrive then it’s yours for eternity. In truth it is a childlike and regressive view; and little is sadder than some remnants and stragglers from a defeated people bellyaching that their people once suffered their land to be stolen from beneath them, and didn’t really put up that much of a struggle in the long view. And who of course loudly proclaim this shame and want to be paid for it—and paid big.
“Arcy has been a champion of the movements to return land to the state’s tribal nations and save important sites from development and environmental degradation. She was part of a coalition of Indigenous activists and environmentalists that joined forces to block a proposed six-lane toll road through an ancient Acjachemen village site and burial ground known as Panhe at Orange County’s San Onofre State Beach. Her organization helped stop a luxury housing development at Genga, a 400-acre Acjachemen and Tongva archaeological site in Newport Beach.”
A while back we learned that some White property owners in Australia are having the boot stuck on their neck by green eye shade worshippers of the abos. They’ve declared every rock that an aboriginal picked up and every spot of land a stunted brown pygmy lazed the day away on as sacred ground. And if you want to build there you have to pay tens of thousands of dollars to some green eye shade bureaucrat so some academic scum in the archeology department at a Jew run university can come in and inspect it first. As he pockets the money the archeologist (obeying his Jew masters) will say no: this is sacred abo land: no improvements please. And now in California the offscourirings of a stagnant and hand to mouth living people will impede progress as well. They certainly never developed, improved, or added value to this continent; and if they have their way no one else will either.
“The goal in each instance is to ensure Indigenous people play a role in determining the state’s future, D’Arcy says, and to remind Californians that Native Americans still exist. Most people don’t know that there’s over 150 tribal nations in what’s now this state, D’Arcy says. And yet, even though much of the damage done to people of color took place on tribal grounds, D’Arcy senses an awkward silence between Indigenous people and other Californians when it comes to making amends.”
An Indian role in the future of California? What future? California has no future, or at least no future worthy of the name. California is best understood now as Northern Mexico. Forty percent White (and that falling like a stone) the future there is feudal-cum-favela, with a thin upper crust of transnational elite scum living in compounds, Hollywood and Silicon Valley blaring brazen culture rot, Mexican chamber maids and gardeners, violent niggers in the cities, and Whites looking up housing prices in Idaho. Do the Indians, a relic of the past, have a part in this future? Who knows and who cares really—if they want a bite of the corpse they can have it.
“When Los Angeles County officials were drafting a resolution on Bruce’s Beach in 2022 calling for the publicly owned site to be given back to the family, D’Arcy wrote a letter to the Board Of Supervisors expressing concern that the measure fails to recognize the Indigenous Peoples on whose sacred lands and waters Bruce’s Beach was established and who were violently and forcibly displaced from these homelands hundreds of years ago. Because non-Indigenous Americans are in a sense visitors on this continent, it is important to show respect toward the hosts. That show of deference isn’t a threat to Black justice, he says, but rather an opening for mutual understanding.”
Who be this red man trying to take our loot says Demetrius. The blacks didn’t rape and ravage their way through American cities burning them to a crisp to cow and intimidate people into paying them bribe money not to ravage and rape again just to see some squaw come in at the last minute to take the money from the collection plate. Wait your turn Pocahontas, this is the black man’s day and the black man’s time. You have your whisky, we have the malt liquor, you have the reservations but we have the auction block, you have the image of Indians in the old Westerns but we have the minstrel shows, you have a genocide but we have a black man swinging form a tree. Truly it’s a race to the bottom among these race bastard swindlers, a gong show of grievance where the loudest wailer wins. Right now the blacks are ahead but the Indian, once thought down and out in the sweepstakes of the losers, is showing remarkable resilience in whining their way into status and prestige. So watch your back blackie; the Sioux might no longer be circling, but the war whoops are the same, and when they see the big White man’s green dollars raining down the red man wants his cut.
