My change of heart

These are some thoughts I had in response to a question put by Vanishing American on a recent post:
My first memory of having doubts about the direction our civilization is taking was shortly after I was medevaced from Mogadishu Somolia as a non-combat related casualty. This was about about a week before the infamous Blackhawk down incident. After emergency surgery in Germany, I was flown back to the United States. I found myself at Walter Reid Hospital in DC and every night the news was full of mayhem and every night I heard frequent police and ambulance sirens going by outside.

Most of the street crime in Washington DC was being caused by blacks. I started wondering why my country would send troops across the world to help enforce order in foreign lands when we have such disorder at home. There were many areas of my nations capitol which didn’t feel safe for whites or anybody for that matter. This was particularly striking to me as I had just gotten back from overseas where non-whites were shooting at me with mortars and rifles. If anything our own capital seemed more dangerous than Mogadishu.

Yet we have been conditioned to accept these levels of violence as “just crime” as if it were deaths and rapes by natural disaster or something. The media increases the feeling of impersonal violence by usually refusing to identify the race of the perpetrators…unless the criminals are white. They come dangerously close to aiding and abetting genocidal violence against whites.

For some reason as a country we were not able to condemn the level of violence being perpetrated by such a small segment of our population. I came to believe that the only reason we couldn’t talk about it was because it is at its core a racial issue and the whole point of the governments PC structure is to prevent us from daring to mention that the Emperor has no clothes; that diversity is a weakness not a strength.

Another subject that I thought about a lot, while laying in the hospital, was what I had just experienced in Somolia. I learned to abhor the chaos that anarchy brings. That country was and I suspect still is a Mad Max situation. I remember feeling that the average person in Somolia would have been better off if we ran it like a colony but I also realized that Americans don’t have the inclination or mindset to run an Empire. Much of the world is disordered to the point of being near chaos, no region or people is immune and the line between order and disorder is perilously thin. Laying there in that hospital room in DC it did not take much imagination to see our cities are teetering on the edge of the type of anarchy I saw in Africa. That perception was solidified after watching New Orleans during Katrina.

I was bitter that we had wasted the lives of our servicemen in what amounted to a farce. We never had any intentions of staying in that country. It would take 100 years of effort to stabilize it and there was no way we would make that kind of commitment so why intervene in places like Africa at all?

I also wondered why if the human race came out of Africa that people were still living in wickiup type shelters like it was 10,000 years ago. This is just one example there are hundreds of others, read Paul Theroux’s “Black Star Safari” for a current picture of that whole continent. I admired the Somolis in some ways for their tenacity and their courage. It does take great strength to attempt to feed your family as a merchant by selling a few odds and ends laying on a blanket on the ground in the marketplace, a situation that I observed numerous times while in Mogadishu.

However, I had the feeling that they will never be able to run a modern society in that country. What they seemed to be missing the most were the framework of ideas and principles that are required to make a modern civilization work. On top of that Islam is clearly a retarding factor to development of a nation. Cultures and peoples are not equal despite what they try to tell us in school.

I have always been a live and let live type of person and pretty much just want to get along with the people around me. Before my illness I had planned to make a career out of the Army and I was a Captain at the time I was medically discharged. I believed and in some ways still believe in the multi-cultural meritocracy that I saw working in the Army. But I was beginning to have my doubts.

Since then I have noticed how we turn a blind eye to criminal violence in America. As a country we agonized over Iraq and Afghanistan but there are more people murdered each year in our cities than we have had soldiers killed in all of our Middle Eastern wars since 9/11. Despite the best efforts of the government and the media to cover things up, I couldn’t help but notice that the vast majority of the murders, rapes and violent crimes in this country are committed by a minority of blacks with Hispanics being the next most responsible group for the criminal chaos in our country.

In short I was beginning to be a race realist but I wasn’t really angry about it, just aware.

The incident that took me from being aware to being angry was the infamous Knoxville rape/torture/murder case where a gang of blacks mutilated and humiliated a young white couple, Channon Christian and Christopher Newsome. This case got almost no national news coverage around the same time that the fake Duke rape case and the ridiculous Jenna Six thing were constantly on the news. I began to clearly understand that the people who control our government and media clearly have a preconceived idea of what story they want to tell the American public, one that they do not deviate from regardless of the truth.

I also noticed that whites no longer seem to be capable of getting angry or identifying with their own race. My own family couldn’t understand why that one case upset me so much. Yet I saw the black community being praised for rallying around their own when the cases were either fraudulent (Duke rape) or their heroes were thugs (Jenna Six). We had seen this before with the OJ Simpson trial. I began to see that America was in a racial conflict that our side was not fighting, we seem to have just surrendered to whatever the non-whites wish to do to us.

The Knoxville case was followed roughly a year later by another senseless pair of seemingly unrelated murders of young white southern college girls by two different black street thugs. These girls, who were shot down like dogs in the street for the offense of being white, were Lauren Burke (Auburn) and Eve Carson (UNC). Eve was from the town where I live so her funeral was a big deal here. Everyone that I heard speak about this tragedy was extra careful not to mention that this beautiful and promising young white girl had been blown away by a hate filled young black man.

The same week I was infuriated to see local leftist making a big deal about a 60 year old murder of two black couples by some local whites, the Moores Creek Bridge Incident. I could see how the constant agitation and rehashing of almost century old crimes was poisoning white and black relations. I realized that it was white leftist in this country who are most at fault for stirring up the rage of non-whites against whites. They are after all the ones in the media and our schools with the access to the means of disseminating the message that whites are evil.

I begin to read more about the left and read some of the methods of Saul Alinsky’s community disorganizers and I realized that there was evil intent behind much of the American socialist agenda. My people, white working class and lower middle class, were clearly to be sacrificed in the remaking of our world. It became clear to me that whites already have been placed in a legal and moral position of being simultaneously considered inferior under the law and morally guilty of somehow being evil oppressors.
The bottom line is that I have come to believe that America is not at peace. White Americans are being raped, murdered, robbed and humiliated by non-whites at unacceptable levels for any civilized society. Non-whites are waging what some call asymmetrical warfare or Fourth Generation warfare against the founding population of this country and the government, media and schools seem to be on their side. The level of crime directed against whites is a form of terrorism and would be considered an act of war by any sane society.

Our response has been to turn the other cheek, turn a blind eye and flagellate ourselves publicly for ancient sins that the present generations did not commit. To make matters worse we have a government dedicated to uplifting non-whites, punishing successful whites and deliberately changing the racial composition of the nation. Whites are predicted go from around 90% of the population in 1960 to being a minority before the middle of this century. Until we regain our racial conscience I don’t believe we will be able to defend ourselves.

Nobody ever asked us, the forgotten white majority of this country, if we think it is a good idea to give away the United States to the non-white Third World people who are pouring into this country. Nobody ever asked us if we are OK with our people and our culture being replaced by “the other”. Clearly our elected politicians and liberal elites could care less what we think. But I care and I bet most of you care too. I for one am not willing to accept marginalization of my rights and living condition in the land of my birth and I intend to express my opinion peacefully but firmly as long as I can and to whoever will listen.

© Jesse James

Originally posted at Light in the Forest