Douglas Mercer
June 30 2024
The Greek word for milk is gala and we live in the galaxy called the Milky Way, producing milk is what defines a mammal, the Greek goddess gave birth to the world with her milk, the Norseman thought that a cow gave its rivers of milk to create and sustain the world, and Shakespeare spoke of the milk of human kindness; it was those Bronze Age Riders known to history as the Aryans who gave birth to our people and so gave birth to all that is worth anything in the world; they say that when a mutation and then a sweeping allele enabled the Aryans to become milk drinkers and the rest is our history; in time of famine they could survive without slaughtering their animals; their bones became strong; the flood or protein made them fertile and soon with the excess population they traversed to India (where the cow remains sacred) and to Western Europe; with this came the spread of this people, our people, and our language the Indo-European languages, of which English is the gold standard. Milk then is at the heart of our people and is the very beating heart of the world. It is also of buttery white and is startlingly beautiful and tastes like they say the nectar of the gods does. No wonder they deem it racist.
“A taxpayer-funded project is set to research connections between milk and colonialism, it was revealed yesterday (June 22 2024). Academics at an Oxford Museum will research the political nature of milk and its colonial legacies. One of the experts involved has previously argued that milk is a Northern European obsession that has been imposed on other parts of the world. Johanna Zetterstrom-Sharp said the assumption that milk was a key part of the human diet may be understood as a white supremacist one, as many populations outside Europe and North America have high levels of lactose intolerance in adulthood.”
Sure, the White man is on the hook monetarily to pay for a program which is meant to pillory him from pillar to post. It makes no sense and we should rise up in unison to quash it but no one with any power has the stomach for that. For it surely it is not the African squatter shuffling long Piccadilly who is generating the cash for the public coffers and treasury. And this is Oxford mind you, a once noble and sacred place, a place where they say no less a literary god than William Shakespeare used to stop off to water his horses on the way back to his hometown; but now Oxford is not the Oxford of the pipe smoking Oxford don poring over ancient English manuscripts and mythic English lore; no, it’s more likely to be the home to some “curator” or “scholar” who is black as your hat and uses the awesome English language to say such things as “milk is racist” and doing it all on your dime. This Zetterstrom-Sharp cretin went to Cambridge and got interested in African culture (there is in fact no such thing, making a sloppy carving of a fat negro lady with big lips and sagging breast does not constitute culture as I recognize it) and makes great hay out of the by now cliché decolonization which can be defined as leeching out anything worthwhile in a society and replacing it with simplistic negro drum beats and images of negro lady with a space helmet of gold, black and green and preposterously saying it is afro futurism (there is no African future except bleeding us dry).
“The new project is called Milking It: colonialism, heritage & everyday engagement with dairy, has won funding from the Arts and Humanities Research Council. The council itself is funded by the Government through the Department for Business, Energy and Industrial Strategy, and awards around £110million to researchers at universities and independent organizations. The Wellcome Trust exhibition highlighted the imposition of dairy economies by colonial powers, including in regions where populations had high levels of lactose intolerance.”
They might have called it Crying Over Spilt Milk, as they blanche and bellyache about the wrongs they say were done to the negro, and how they deserve to be artificially propped up so they can rule the roost. They have a byzantine and baroque bureaucracy where they hide our money and when some jumped up professor comes along with her hat in her hand and some cockamamie idea with a not so catchy title like “Milking It” they can milk us dry and dip into the funds and send the pounds flying. This of course is not pennywise and it is most certainly pound foolish, but that never bothered them a bit. It is true that the black man cannot abide the milk, he does not have the stomach for it, and if he drinks it he is likely going to be squatting for hours over the hole that serves as his temporary commode, he not having the intelligence of the wherewithal to have made anything better. What better image of the dark man, a man (if you can call him that) unable to digest the noble substance of the gods called milk and squeezing out his guts into a makeshift toilet that soon will be filled with a malarial liquid whose wafting scent offends the nostrils of the god. But he’s the black man, the White man had the Parthenon and the White City of Chicago, and gleaming progressive cities, but the negros have their outhouse (not even commensurate with the already low level of the Bauhaus), or not even that as for them building even a simple structure to cover them when they squat that won’t tip over in a decent breeze has proved to be well night impossible for them. So it is no surprise that the negro sees milk as some kind of talisman of evil and part and parcel of the White man’s voodoo; he’s spent enough time in the can with his entrails in knots to delude him into believing it must be so.
“The milk project will be based at the History of Science Museum in Oxford, which announced it had received funding. The size of the grant has not yet been revealed. The museum said: By focusing on communities intersecting industry, aid and government regulation, the project aims to center on heritage as a vital framework for understanding how colonial legacies influence contemporary issues and affect people's lives. Through milk diaries, archival research and participatory podcasting, it will investigate historical engagement with milk, building networks with consumers and producers in Britain and Kenya. The project will question both the imagined and real aspects of milk, revealing the intimate and political nature of this everyday substance. Zetterstrom-Sharp took part in a talk titled Milk and Whiteness during a Wellcome Trust exhibition on milk in 2022.”
You can see why Milk above all else offends them; it is a beautiful and pure substance is creamy and, of course, it is pure White. And it is this pure Whiteness which makes them insane, how clean and light and smoothly flowing it is; and in the end it comes down to that; we of the White race are the light people, the people of the light; and the dark races are the people of the dark, the benighted, the ones who are obscured, the ones who have black and dark souls befitting the color of their skin; they are the people of the mud, sunk in the earth, the mud people as opposed to us who are the people of the light sun, of the skies; they say brightness falls and so it does, it falls to the earth with its god like and heavenly rays and allows one to see. And milk, well it is the epitome of our race, served cold and brimming, it represents us, in its unalloyed richness and beauty; so ignore the incessant and boring carping and the backbiting of these mindless academics, and pour yourself a nice cup of it, and make a toast to yourself and our wonderful people; and drink it with all the zest that befits us. You will make your ancestors proud and your descendants, well, they will thank you.
