Apologizing For Being White

[Douglas Mercer]

Douglas Mercer
December 16 2023

All over the Western World a lot of White people are waking up to the fact that the trade in negros was a true mark of shame and, as such, needs to serve as the fulcrum to abase themselves and empty themselves of their last little bit of pocket change and pride. That it was nothing of the sort, that it was a blunder instead of a crime, has been lost in the mists of time like everything our ancestors left for us. And it’s particularly bad (they say) when it was you yourself who directly benefits from the stupidity of uplifting the Africans from the permanent and perfectly squalid conditions of the squalor of the mud hut and the jungle and let them catch a glimpse of how the White man rolls in all of his immortal glory and majesty. In that case you have to abase yourself ritually and assume the prescribed position, slander your forebears’ excellent name and cleanse yourself of the contaminant and pollution of being White. I am White and I am sorry they say—can you ever forgive me? Not in a million years and not on their lives. Which the way things are going they won’t have for much longer.

“A group of 12 survivors of police abuse or discrimination began receiving $1,000 payments this week as part of a first-in-the-nation program providing a guaranteed income to victims of law enforcement racism. The initiative targets individuals who have personally experienced racist policing that descends from the deeper history of slavery in America, according to the American Civil Liberties Union of Louisiana, a partner in the project. Grantees include multiple Louisiana women who received excessive treatment from the police.”

Barquevious and Shaniqua certainly have hit a gusher, without doing any work whatsoever they’ve found the ore at the bottom of the mine, they’ve tapped into and are mainlining and siphoning off the rich vein of White guilt which is the gift to them which will keep us from living. The money will come raining down on them like fool’s gold just like those money spigots opened for the black activists in Minnesota to award them for sleeping, just like in California every black spear chucker under the sun put on a dashiki, waltzed right up to a public podium, and in a bastardized form of pidgin ebonics demanded the shake down where the government coffers would support their lives of insipid indolence. It’s a gold rush and a land rush and a perfervid negro fever dream all wrapped up in one: in the old days on the plantation to earn his keep the brothers had to work their tails off and keep up the pace, but now on the back of that “evil” they just can sit around the stoop, or the crack den, or the bug infested mattress, or just lie abed lazy on a lazy day (which is all days for negro) and the paychecks keep rolling in like the waters of the Mississippi they were once sold down. It used be the Big Massa in the big house up on the hill, his wife had crinolines and Chantilly lace, and he wore jackboots and had the riding crop, and they had the horses and the dogs, and they had the lash to make sure that their dark charges just kept moving. Now down to the nth generation the descendants unroll the spools of money and put the lash on their own backs and draw blood from themselves in the vain hopes that the pools of it at their feet will give them some absolution. It will not.

“The excitement around the program’s launch is truly infectious, Melody Parker, Truth and Reconciliation project manager, said in a statement. Witnessing the transformative power it holds and the resilience it ignites within participants to continue dreaming is not just inspiring, but a testament to the importance of initiatives like this one that address historical harm through the radical redistribution of resource.”

Excitement? I bet. They niggers can’t contain themselves. And why should they? They just got up at the crack of noon after their crack bender or going on a robbing free for all, of their umpteenth smash and grab, and all of a sudden for no reason whatsoever a group of weak-willed White people are flinging money at them in a fit of historical amnesia and personal sense of shame. What a sweet deal, eh? It certainly beats those forty acres and a mule they got robbed of, forty acres you’d have had to toil on and what would they have done with that mule then? Eat it, probably and then go hungry and begging. No it’s getting infectious in negro world, they are all atwitter and are bubbling up in anticipation as word is going round in gibbering ebonics that a great rain and wild windfall is going to fall and they soon be rolling in the cash. White man got guilt? White man got shame? White man going to cough it up and let black man roll in the dough like feral pigs in rancid slop. You can nearly sense the tingles in their dark dens at the very thought of their greatest dream being realized: they going to receive money for doing absolutely nothing at all. Because a negro get tired working.

“The program, which provides the group $1,000-a-month payments for a year, was founded via a $1m donation from Leroy and Gracie Close of South Carolina, who descend from a prominent member of the slave trade, whose family then established a large textile fortune. The guaranteed income project, which also comes with optional counseling, career support, and financial literacy courses, is a part of the Louisiana ACLU’s Truth and Reconciliation Project, a project studying ways to transfer wealth from descendants of enslavers to those oppressed by vestiges of slavery.”

Guaranteed income? The darkie like the sound of that boy. Guaran-ma-teed! They don’t know what they are talking about when they offer the optional counseling and certainly not the career support---the negro is stupid but he’s not stupid enough to work when the income is guaranteed. Na sir! And of course “literacy” in any aspect is not a known quantity to be associated with negros in any respect, and no doubt they’ll blow their cash quickly on cheap liquor and massive television sets and other assorted useless baubles but that aint no matter. The income be guaranteed. And it keep coming in what the White man told them was perpetuity—they don’t know what that means but the yoof know enough to like the sound of it.

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And now friends don the customary suits of solemn black and draw the blinds in mourning as we explore the sad and pathetic world of yet another uber rich White couple who have suffered under the duress of complete and total moral collapse and have sold their birthright for a mess of negros. If there is anything sadder than a scene like this I’m sure I’ve never seen it. Safely ensconced in their “ill-gotten” wealth (they won’t give it all away that you can be sure of!) they post and preen and pontificate and lecture us in their smarmy way about morality and justice. You know deep down in their hearts they think that they have come clean and have seen the light; it’s not so much righteousness because that would give themselves too much credit; but a cleansing lamenting which comes from them saying the realize that their lineage perpetrated a great historical wrong. And they are here to stand themselves and their descendants up straight and finally act right before history’s stern and finger pointing tribunal. Of course when the actual tribunal of the gods is finally rounded up and they are called before it’s imperious bar they will be found woefully wanting and the inevitable condign punishment will be served as it is always served: cold.

“The grounds of The White Homestead, owned by our family for generations, is where we grew up. Our grandparents lived in a classic Southern big house, and we lived in another home on the property. The shelves were lined with books telling the story of the gauzy Old South. What those books did not tell us was the truth about slavery, its brutality, and our family's part in it. To us, our family history stopped and started with our grandfather.”

It’s a mania that has been sweeping the White world of late like an out-of-control contagion. It’s as if an astonishingly large cohort of our people decided one day for no good reason to douse themselves in kerosene, set themselves on fire, and run wildly screaming that given the sins of our past we deserve no future, certainly no future worth the name. We’ve seen that Lady Trevelyan in England and her cohort of rich nobs and toff swishs whose family tree is chock full of evil slavers (they go back to the Domesday Book so they got to be bad) so they fall all over themselves to fall on their knees to pony up their cash to assorted savages in Grenada. Of course, the Lloyds people are clearance sale liquidating a sizeable chunk of their assets because they were dealers in human souls and now we have this fiasco in South Carolina where some weak souls are making amends for what didn’t require amends in the first place. It is wobbly weakness and waffling straight up and mainlined. And a sicker spectacle is scarcely to be imagined.

“What was never discussed that the textile business was started with profits from enslaved labor, nor that our ancestor had a prominent role in the slave trade. For 30 years, our great, great, great grandfather John Springs III would travel annually to Maryland or Virginia to purchase 40 human beings at a time, separating them from their families, and marching them South in chains and ropes. For us, the benefits of slavery have not ended. They are a very real part of our day-to-day lives. The institution of slavery allows us to have high incomes without having to work. It allows us the luxury of feeling secure in our lives. In contrast, the descendants of the people owned by our ancestors have had the opposite experience. Many experience poverty, and all experience structural racism, especially those in the South.”

There was a day when a noble White man would get up in the morning and remind himself to remember his ancestors and make them proud. It is much more than safe to say that the ancestor John Springs wants nothing to do with these miserable creatures who, sadly, share his genetic inheritance. They certainly don’t share his indomitable spirit, his courage, and his values. He must look down upon their rank persons and see that we currently live in an evil time gone to seed. For these his descendants have committed the crime of crimes the crime against the blood. They have taken up arms against their own people and their own kind. Surely this is the most unnatural vice of all: the sin against great nature itself. One might as well cut off his own antecedents at the knees, or lop of the branch of the family tree that one is standing on, or pull the rug out beneath ones’ feet, or desecrate the ground one is walking on. To go from the lofty heights of greatness to writing in something called “Newsweek” about something as banal and untrue as “structural racism” is certainly a dizzying fall and one fraught with all sort of perils. It is a historical amnesia and an emptying of the spirit to make it so vacant as to be ready to be filled with myriad of lies. The title of the article in question refers to “learning the truth” and so they will, the hard way, the way traitors always do.

“Discovering this fact about Springs, during the summer of 2022, is what first brought us to the Whitney Plantation Museum—to find out more about what our grandparent's home once was, generations ago. Once we learned how our family's participation in the enslaving of people directly and literally enriches our present, we asked ourselves, what do we do as a result of this knowledge? We recognized the harm not only of our past history, but the on-going harm of our wealth that has been taken from others.”

They traveled to the old negro museum where they saw the horrors of the world, the horrors of the White world. You see the sad looking little nigger children in the oversized hats, you get to wear a frown on your face when you take the dutiful trudge up to the obligatory “big house”, you get to see the busts of nigger heads put up on pikes in “honor” of the “victims” of the German Coast slave revolt. At this revolting spectacle silence is of course requested as the White man’s words or sounds would sully such a tableau. The report is that only two White men were killed in the revolt but that is exactly two White men too many. Indeed, should only the slightest hair on the head of any White man be harmed it would been all the justification needed to slash off the heads of those feral negros and put them up on display as a public spectacle to wag the finger at the nigger lest they get the uppity idea to try that again; at the Whitney Plantation you get to see a wizened looking little nigger in bib overalls lazily lounging on a stoop. You see young White girls with sour demeanors and a sad look in their eyes being lectured to by an uppity nigger with cornrows, telling them all about how their people are evil and don’t deserve to live. You see the bookstore filled to the brim with Jewish propaganda all about the horrible treatment of the blacks, not mentioning that it is the latter and their “freedom” which have brought what was once a great nation to its knees; at the Whitney Museum you can see all this and more, it’s an immoral powder keg ready to explode in your face if you are not careful which nowadays too few of us are.

“We’ve studied, with guidance from the ACLU of Louisiana, the arc of slavery to mass incarceration and racist policing, overlayed our family history onto that arc, and designed a pilot program that will allow us to begin to create our version of reparations. We have benefited from the legacy of slavery, so we decided to help those who have been hurt by that same legacy. Through the ACLU of Louisiana's Justice Lab, we have set up a guaranteed income program for survivors of racist and violent policing. We hope that the funds provided, in addition to optional holistic programming will empower these individuals to have some of the sense of security that we have.”

They have put themselves in the hands of their Jew masters and got the guidance don’t you know. They will tuck their tails between their legs, and take their hat in their hands, they will genuflect, they will bow and scrape, and abase themselves, they will grovel in the mud in appeasement, and they will crawl on their bellies in shame. My goodness, they have a Justice Lab so justice must be being served; would a Justice Lab lie? One imagines that they have beakers and Bunsen burners and men in lab coats wandering the halls in search of White perfidy. And the maleficent folk at this so called lab will walk the traitors through the paces and keep them going on their vile journey, one you can be sure had no end. It’s the victims of “racist” policing now, but soon it the arc of this alleged justice will widen to the fake victims of racism more generally; indeed, as long as the deep pockets of the White man hold out (given the intense strain that might not be much longer) there will always be some academic black insect ready to trail the rich gulls around with a bag and tell them how vital it is to fill it to the gills. It’s not the long arc the universe that bends towards justice, it’s the foul stench of the treacherous White fiends that bend and bow to the blacks.

“The decision to take this first step was not a hard one. People in similar positions as ourselves may be afraid to ask questions about their own history because they are afraid of the answers. But we have asked those questions and did not find anything to fear. Today, we encourage those of you whose families share our history as enslavers to consider doing the same. We have found joy in sharing our wealth and expect you will too.”

Here the odious couple invite one and all from among the White race to flock along with them on their daisy trail of death. The want all of us to follow them as they slowly circle the drain, give away their wealth, give away their pride, and live (if it can be called that) a life bereft of hope and faith in our people. Take a good look at them because if the victory should fall to our enemies this is what the last of our line will look like: worthless, without will, weak, and wavering. Their call of solidarity in the death of our people is a siren call to despair and destruction, a siren or fire bell in the night that wails its warning: don’t follow them along this path or the future belongs not to us or our ancestors but the descendants of those slaves who revolted; and it will not be our people who are remembered, or our heritage that is extolled but theirs; and it will be our heads on a pike in a museum for coloreds only.

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https://www.newsweek.com/learning-truth ... on-1847646
Buck and Gracie Close, Dr. Ibrahima Seck, and ACLU's Alanah Odoms are seen at the Whitney Plantation, viewing statues of enslaved people who were beheaded and had their heads put on poles as punishment for their participation in the German Coast slave insurrection of 1811.

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Buck and Gracie Close review their family tree at the ACLU-LA offices in New Orleans.

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Buck and Gracie Close and genealogist Cora Lyles at the White Homestead in Fort Mill, S.C., reviewing letters and bills of sale that show their family’s history as enslavers.

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