Anti-White Discrimination; First-Person Accounts

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Darryl Douglass

The Attack

Flash disbelief was my first thought, if it could even be considered a thought, the kind that merges into shock. “Did what just happened actually happen?” If so, how could it be happening to me, and why? However, the latter two questions did not show themselves until many minutes later, after the calm had crept in and stole the chaos away from the storm.

It was the summer of ‘78; we were there to experience the fun and thrills of what a full Six Flags day had to offer. The new Mind Bender roller coaster had just debuted to long lines, searing heat and to excited and screaming riders, but only the girls of course, wink, wink. School was out and my great friend Kevin and I were on one of our many anticipated and ritual like trips to, what we believed to be, the most fun of places to spend a hot summer day. We were dressed for the heat in our summer shorts, flip-flops and t-shirts, expected of 15 and 16 years boys during their yearly school break. I’m sure we expected to get a bit wet on the flume, more known as the log ride.

Walking from the front gate to the Mind Bender back in 1978 is the same as it is now in 2012. Like every other brave visitor, starting your day riding the only roller coaster with loops was a MUST. A trek that begins walking under a tunnel of cooling plant shade, designed to cool the hottest of thrill seekers. Classify Kevin and I as hottest of thrill seekers, however, little did we know that the thrill we would find, was NOT one we would soon forgot… in fact, we’ve never forgotten. If you are familiar with Six Flags over Georgia’s geography and elevation, you can use your own imagery to see the path to our wanting destination.

Passing through the U.S.A section, immediate on the left was the Chevy Show and to the far right, the Great Gasp, the elevating parachute ride that dropped you over 200’. We meandered our way, down the hill, only taking a glimpse up at the train trestle above as it climbed over our heads on the downward approach. Nearly lost in the excited anticipation of the Mind Bender up ahead, were the 10-12 black males, all appeared older and bigger than we did. They were leaning on the wall to our left just as we passed under the tracks. The Mind Bender was close ahead and the line looked modest in length, “WOW”, we thought, “…how could that be?”, as we sped up. What did catch our attention as we passed were their low, almost whisper like name calling, hey Cracker, white boys, ugly honky sh*t and yes, even nigga. We kept going, not afraid, but definitely aware, but more excited about those loops up ahead.

The flash of disbelief had past and all I could now do was to react to what was happening to me. I was able to gather my thoughts, my conscious bringing everything back together, focus, understanding that I was being attacked… not by just one person, not even two, but maybe six, seven in all. The exact amount was never determined, but I was taking action to defend myself, using the most obvious of ways, swing away Darryl, whatever you do, swing away. I could tell that as they were swarming on and around me, I was making contact with my attempts to defend myself, not sure of what I was hitting, or where exactly, some high, some low and some at times were just plane misses. Nevertheless, even the misses caused a few to step back and away. What I did not notice were the impacts of their attack on me as well, but I kept thinking to myself, “…stay up, stay up, and do NOT fall down to the ground.”

This was not our first time riding The Bender; in fact, we had visited the park just the week before, inhaling our first “FIX” of the hot new coaster. Yeah, it was a rush indeed. We did learn a lesson though; sit in the back, what a rush! Our imaginations were running wild, just “hoping” for a rear seat was the least means of expressing our true desire. Like other daredevils, we had to wait a bit longer to get our prized seating, but when we did, Woooo WHOOOOOO! It was over in only a minute but it was everything we had expected it to be, the adrenaline was flowing and we both felt like we had just survived an earthquake-tornado comb pack. We were hoping to get back in line but in a matter of only minutes, the queue had grown to a point that convinced us that other rides were waiting for our challenge.

When two of them tried to throw me to the asphalt, it was challenging enough just to maintain my balance, but in some way, I found enough strength to stay upright, even after a third joined in on the tackle. All the while, others were still striking me at every open opportunity. Time seemed to stand still and seconds felt like minutes as the onslaught continued, my thoughts quickly wondered, where was my best bud Kevin, is he OK, is he being attacked, and it was then I could assemble enough awareness to see that he too was in his own battle, he too was under attack. However, as fleetly as my awareness of Kevin took hold of me, it was soon lost as another blow hit the side of my head. A concussion like force rang through me, and I can only compare it to what it might feel like being struck by lightening. I guess God had a plan for me because I was still standing, and I still had all my senses about myself. My sight was clear, my hearing was sharp and I could still feel the sensations of the blows as they grew as welts upon my skin. Unfortunately, I was also able to sense an intense burning pain coming from my foot, specifically my big toe… however; I had the larger picture to concentrate on, because I was still fighting for my life. Thoughts of “When is this going to end?” began to creep in to my brain, “When is the next blow going to knock me down and out?”

The moment that we decided to adventure elsewhere into the park, Kevin and I remembered that we might still have to pass by the group of blacks that harassed us only a half hour earlier. We said to each other, “…they wouldn’t still be there would they?” 30 minutes had passed, “why would they still be there, it’s not going to be a problem.” The farther we walked away from the coaster, heading to our next destination, the closer we came to a growing danger. We could see them up ahead, to us what seemed like a gauntlet of terror that we had to overcome. Marching forward, we did not waiver, looking straight ahead and drawing next to each other, they closely encased us from both sides, just as we were passing by. We both knew something was about to happen, but what exactly and when, we had no clue, though we knew it and sensed it, tensing up while we increased our pace. It was then that the hateful words began to spew themselves onto us again, louder this time, more aggressively and with greater sense of meaning behind them all. I suddenly felt the impact of a punch, and then another.

I could see this huge disrupting wave coming, and it was loud, very loud. I was suddenly hoisted into the air, not by my assailants, but by angels, my and Kevin’s angles, armed in size, strength and numbers. They were obviously angels because of how much care I was lofted over the heads of everyone, and how violent the attackers were tossed about like dolls. There voices spoke with determination and intent, backed by their brute force to clear a path of safety for us both. I could clearly see that horror of the attack was over as I was looking up to the sky, a huge peace overtook me. It shook with the same immediate impact, as did that first punch. After being gently set down, the punks that stormed upon Kevin and I were gone, running to save their own lives now, from the massive defensive might of our rescuers. The physical pain of the attack caught up with me that moment. The pain surged throughout my body, greater in some places than others did, but no greater than my foot. Looking down I saw that my big toe on my right foot was ripped open, some kind of laceration occurred during the early stages of the attack. My toenail was history, and I had a huge deep cut that ran the length of my toe, bleeding badly. I then searched for Kevin and saw him trying to regain his composure from the beatings, but he seemed to be OK. We both believe to this day that his experience and training in Jiu Jitsu protected him from the lowlifes that beat him. He managed to deflect many of the blows thrown at him. My next thought was to find my shoes that had flung off in the melee, only a single flip-flop, but I wanted it still. An older, kind man brought it to me, having found it in some neighboring bushes.

Our champions were still protective of their newfound friends and wanted to ensure we were ok. We really wanted to recognize them as being our bodyguards now. They all saw that we were both going to be physically ok, by finding cold wet towels and ice to help attend to our bumps and bruises, but mostly my toe. These angles were the largest of men, I had not ever seen a person their size before, and they were there for us. We soon learned that they were the Auburn Tigers football team, on a day trip to Six Flags, getting away from the early summer heat of their training camp. Can you say WAAAAAAR EAGLE? I can, and I do.

We recovered from our ordeal and soon discovered we were famous throughout the park for that day. We heard whispers of how we beat up a pack of punks, how we defending ourselves against a gang attack. People spotted us easily as being “the two” because of our torn clothes and war wounds. In a way, we felt like stars for the day, but at what price, even now, we are still am not sure at what price.

Still to come… The Way Home

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From American Renaissance, first-person accounts. I recommend reading the entire article, whose link is below:

I began spending extra hours after my shift ended, taking care of the children as if they were my own. I would wash their diarrhea-sodden bodies and clean their filthy apartments. I would rock crying, fever-stricken children to sleep while the mothers were out buying malt liquor and cigarettes with their WIC money (Women, Infants, and Children — a food-payments program for poor women with children up to age five), getting ready for a date with whatever ghetto gigolo they were courting that week. I would throw birthday parties for the children and attend school functions because their mothers could not be bothered. This devotion earned me no respect or appreciation. The mothers called me “cracka ass” and “white bitch” while I labored on their behalf…

I never complained, and did everything with zeal and professionalism. I was nevertheless passed over for promotions and received scant appreciation from clients or staff. In that community, socializing seemed to be the key to popularity and promotions, and hard work seemed to be greeted with disdain. If I designed a new program for the staff, they resented it because it meant they would have to work, which was something they did only when forced.

I got complaints from clients. Some said I was arrogant and behaved as if I thought I was superior to them: “She thinks she betta than us cause she be in college!” The director — a black woman — told me I shouldn’t flaunt my privileged background. Wearing a T-shirt with my college name on it, for example, was considered offensive.

I also got in trouble for expecting people to follow the rules for using the daycare center. All children were welcome from 3:00 to 5:00 p.m. for help with homework (management had the good sense to realize that our clients could not or would not do that). Otherwise, they were supposed to look after their own children unless they gave us advance notice and showed proof of an appointment or some other obligation. In fact, the mothers were always trying to “dump” children into daycare so that they could go out with boyfriends. This was a common fraud, but I tried to stick to the guidelines.

Once, after I denied a woman’s last-minute request to take her children, she complained to the director. I was called into the director’s office, where the woman said, “You do not want to take care of my children because you think you are better than us.” Of course, the director took her side, scolded me in front of her, and countermanded my decision. The mother’s fraud worked, and I had to watch her children that day.

I thought our program should teach the women to be better mothers to their children, and not to put them into daycare at every opportunity. After the director disciplined me for following the guidelines and trying to prevent fraud, she accused me of racism and told me, “We are here for the mothers, not the children.”

I went home crying that day, shocked for two reasons. I could not understand how anyone could possibly think I was racist, and I believed that whatever the shelter was for, the needs of the children came first. After almost two years at the shelter, I decided to find a different job, and switched to an administrative office in Manhattan.

Later I got a job at a different charity run by Safe Horizon called “The Streetwork Project.” This was a “drop-in” center in Harlem for “street involved youth” up to age 24. The majority of the clients were local teenagers, most of whom did not work, and who had drug habits that kept them in a state of desperation. They tended to be gang members, prostitutes, and runaways. Streetwork offers shelter, counseling, food, showers, a music room, computer labs, basic medical attention, and even acupuncture and meditation. It also served as an unofficial safe haven for illegal aliens and other criminals hiding from the police.

Safe Horizon and all of its programs are funded by city, state, federal, and private funds. One of my jobs at Streetwork was Coordinator of Data Quality and Reporting, which entailed keeping statistics. Almost every month my supervisor changed my report, increasing the number of clients served, so we would get more funds from backers.

When I interviewed at Streetwork, the supervisor’s very appearance should have been a warning, but years of indoctrination had conditioned me to squelch sensible worries. The man was large, black, dreadlocked, and obviously homosexual. A huge wooden penis sculpture was prominently displayed on his desk. He ended the interview by telling me, “Especially because you are a pretty white girl, you are not going to fit in here at Streetwork until you sleep with somebody here.” I laughed because I thought it was some sort of joke.

The Streetwork motto is “We are a non-judgmental environment.” Yet, every Wednesday all 75 staff members were required to meet in a circle and air their grievances. For eight to ten hours every Wednesday, these mandatory sessions would interrupt our mission to serve children in trouble and force us to play out our personal lives to a crowd of co-workers. More times than not, a black staffer — they were the vast majority — would vent his anger against a white staff member for no apparent reason. It seemed that it was an offense if white people were not sufficiently subservient or reverential to blacks.

The unintentionally offending white person would be made to grovel at the feet — yes, I have seen whites go on their knees before blacks — and apologize for slavery, white privilege, blacks in prison, the poor state of black neighborhoods, AIDS, drugs in their community, etc. Often the white worker was reduced to tears in a desperate attempt to appease the mass of angry black and brown faces. Finally, when the white employee was humiliated enough, and the cathartic cleansing had been achieved, a tentative truce would be called. The angry black employee would be praised and his anger encouraged, while the traumatized, cowering white worker would be put on probation and, through an act of supreme magnanimity, allowed to keep his job. These sessions were supposed to be run by social workers, but often just ran themselves while the social workers watched.

I was required to attend these sessions, and sometimes the spotlight was turned on me. I was never fully and publicly brutalized, but the anti-white sentiment was clearly directed at me as well.

Racial politics were very strict. We were forbidden to observe Columbus Day because Columbus was a “genocidal racist.” Instead, I had to observe Martin Luther King Day and black history month. In fact, I was required to do unpaid, after-hours work on King day.

I saw the only white, heterosexual male employee fired for saying “black people are born to dance,” in a moment of self-deprecation at a bar after work with co-workers. Apparently, a white man didn’t have the right to say anything about race, even if it was flattering. This white man was framed for a robbery and fired. Everyone on the staff knew he was innocent of the robbery, but he was white and proved himself to be a racist by that remark, and to them, that was reason enough to fire him.

Sometimes we were forced to participate in diversity or sensitivity training, and often we were split into groups by sexual orientation. There were heterosexual, homosexual, bi-sexual, transgendered, and gender-non-specific groups. Gender-non-specifics are people who decide each day which sex they want to be, and they insist on being referred to as gender-neutral “ze” rather than he or she. On Monday, such a person is Brenda, but next month, Brenda may become Carlos. Then a week later, Carlos becomes Brenda again, and if you mistakenly call her Carlos, you are in danger of being fired for discrimination or at least sent to special “sensitivity classes.” We had about eight of these “ze” people, and it was an even split between biological men and women.

The view of the staff was that the country was overrun with white, Jesus-freak-bigot, heterosexual “breeders,” and that anything that undermined that order deserved support. The heterosexual, white world was bland, unintelligent, uncreative, unattractive, morally repugnant, and something that needed to be eliminated. Therefore there was intense pressure, which included psychological prodding, to try to convert a heterosexual into something else. When a middle-aged white, married woman with teenage children walked out of the heterosexual group to count herself amongst the bisexuals, there was tremendous applause and a daylong celebration in her honor.

We gave away free condoms and held safe-sex workshops, AIDS clinics, and offered counseling to child sex victims and prostitutes. Yet, the staff used donor money to take the children on a field trip to the New York City Museum of Sex, which glorifies every conceivable type of promiscuity and degeneracy.

There was a heavy sexual atmosphere at work. I was always being sent X-rated email, and people would stop by my desk and make filthy comments about my body. After one foul remark, one man even said to me, “That would be sexual harassment anywhere else, but this is Streetwork.” Homosexuals would describe the previous night’s sexual exploits in graphic detail. Men were always exposing themselves to women on the job, and nobody complained or reported it.

Streetwork had a no-violence policy, but we helped hide violent criminals. Even when staff knew that a client had raped, robbed, or even tried to kill someone, they hid weapons, gave false alibis, and obstructed police investigations. They would not let the “white devil” get his hands on another “beautiful black child.”

During the 2008 elections, Streetwork did everything possible to get “street involved” young people to register and vote for Barack Obama, including bribing them with free metro cards, McDonald’s food vouchers, and other gifts donated to the organization. It is against the law for a nonprofit organization to try to influence elections.

All standards of decorum and professionalism were considered “white.” Instead, the management at Streetwork considered partying (with drugs and alcohol) and sex among staff members essential to the workplace. Staff members who did not take part in these debaucheries were isolated and eventually brought before David Nish, a homosexual who was vice president and top day-to-day manager of Streetwork. He would accuse them of “not being a team player,” and they were either fired or forced out by some other means.

At Streetwork, every aspect of race was turned upside down. The day after six people were shot in front of our building, I said that Harlem was a dangerous place. For this I was reprimanded and told to “shut up,” because that reflected an ignorant view of Harlem and of blacks. When I bought a house in Staten Island, I was brought before Mr. Nish to explain myself. Streetwork considered Staten Island a racist place because it is 75 percent white. The staff also said it was “dangerous” because people of color could not walk down the streets without being attacked.

It was, of course, the reverse that was true. On the streets of Harlem, my blonde hair, blue eyes, and white skin made me an irresistible target. I was cursed at, intimidated, and had beer bottles thrown at me from moving cars and high windows. Once, when I stopped and bent down to tie my shoe laces, somebody dropped a ten-pound barbell from an apartment building, which smashed the pavement just inches away from me. I was once surrounded by a group of black girls who promised to kill the “snowflake” who was in their neighborhood. I could not walk ten feet without hearing grotesque and threatening sexual comments screamed at me from loitering black men who followed me from the subway to the front door of the Streetwork building.

Our office regularly got phone calls from angry blacks who said they were going to “get that white bitch.” When I answered the phone, even some of the clients would say, “Are you that white bitch? I’m going to get you!!” You often see the slogan “Keep Harlem Black” in windows, store fronts, and on cars. I assume that the purpose of the calls was to drive me out.

Of course, when I brought this to the attention of management I was told either to “shut that mouth!” or that I was learning a valuable lesson in what blacks and Hispanics go through in white areas. Most times, my grievances to management or appeals for help ended with my being the target of another group sensitivity experiment, in which I was belittled and called a bigot for succumbing to my innate white, racist tendencies. On another occasion, I was called into the office of the senior director — a black man in his 50s — who told me to read a book about “white privilege,” because I lived in a bubble and that bubble had to be burst.

The Streetwork project used donor funds to invite the New Black Panther Party to speak to our young clients. I had to appear excited at the prospect, although it always made me feel unsafe, because the Panthers stirred up the children to the point they would attack or at the very least “dis(respect)” any non-blacks in their paths. Streetwork thought this was good for the clients, because it gave them pride, and inspired them to fight against the white man instead of each other…

My attitude at work began to change. I started objecting to sexual harassment. I stopped letting Streetwork examine and analyze my personal life. This alone made me a social outcast, but the fact that I was dating a “white boy” from the suburbs was cause for great alarm. People who I thought were my friends treated me as a pariah because I was not keeping to the Streetwork policy of spurning the white man. My ideas were ignored, and incompetents were promoted to positions once promised to me. The large black man who first interviewed me called me into his office to tell me how worried and disappointed he was. He promised me a very substantial promotion if I “came back to the fold” rather than return to my “bubble.”

I handed in my resignation anyway. Vice president David Nish telephoned me and begged me to come back in for a discussion. He told me how much he cared about me and that my happiness and success were his main concern. My boyfriend agreed that I should go see him because we thought I might be offered the long-promised promotion. On the drive out to Harlem, we put together a list of offenses and abuses I had suffered. I thought that if Mr. Nish really cared about me he would correct the abuses.

When I arrived I was shocked to be greeted by an entire “intervention group.” The first thing it did was to send me back outside and tell my boyfriend, who was waiting for me, to go home. When I came back in, they all had copies of the “Black Boy” letter my boyfriend had sent. Just as he had said they would, they used the letter to label him a dangerous bigot. I was shocked to see this roomful of people, including the vice president, brandishing this personal correspondence.

Next, they lied, and claimed that my boyfriend had written letter after letter to various people within the organization. In a clear attempt to make me feel guilty, they said he was angering people throughout the organization and was getting in the way of the “the mission.”

I presented my list of abuses but they dismissed every one, saying that “this is what goes on at every job site.”

Next, David Nish explained that he had 30 years of experience observing domestic violence, and he could see blatant warning signs. He asked if my boyfriend ever hit me or got angry. I said he never hit me but was angry at how I was treated at Streetwork. “Well, that is the first step of abuse,” he said. “I’m sure that if he hasn’t started hitting you yet, he will start very soon.”

While the rest of the group looked on, gesturing their approval, he talked for an hour or more: You are in grave danger. We love you and you’ve been with us for so long. This guy you are seeing has only been around for a few months. You can’t know everything about him, but we know the warning signs. This is what we do for a living. We see the changes in you. Haven’t you noticed your coworkers have not been talking to you? That is because they miss the old Tracy, whom this new boyfriend is trying to kill. Are you going to let him kill you?

They made my boyfriend seem like he was a psychotic, dangerous bigot from whom I needed to escape. His opinions were unlike those of anyone else in my life, and he was the minority. Faced with this vast sea of important people who claimed to be on my side and against him, I felt powerless to resist, and foolish to disagree. They made me believe I was in great danger.

I look back in horror and amazement at this, but after this brainwashing I actually agreed to call my boyfriend, break up with him, and order him out of the house we were sharing. Several people listened in on the call, taking notes, and planning the next steps to make sure the breakup was permanent. Mr. Nish then sent me right back to work at my old job.

While I worked, shivering from what I had been through, Mr. Nish made arrangements for me to go into a domestic violence shelter. He called my parents and friends to tell them how he had rescued me from my wicked boyfriend. He then called me back into his office and offered to call the police and send them to my home to make sure my boyfriend was out. He even ominously offered to send “some other people, not cops” to throw him out. I said that would not be necessary.

After my unexpected full day of work, I got into a taxi and was on my way to a “safe house” when the cruel absurdity of it all began to hit me. The further I rode, the clearer it became. I told the driver to change routes and take me home to Staten Island and my boyfriend. He had been bewildered by my phone call but was waiting for me, determined to speak face to face. That night, I left a message for Mr. Nish and told him I would not go back. I never did. The next morning he called me at home, but I didn’t answer the phone and he left no message.

After that, I was completely cut off from everyone associated with Streetwork. No doubt the word went out that I was to be shunned. All the people who claimed to care about me, all the people who called themselves my friend for life disappeared.

At first I couldn’t understand why the vice president of an important, non-profit organization like Safe Horizon as well as other executives would go to such bizarre lengths to keep me in their control. I would imagine it was partly because they could not stand to think that someone might not like the perfect, liberal paradise they think they have built for themselves. It deflates their sense of superiority for someone to see through them.

Later, I learned from someone who worked in personnel at Safe Horizon that Streetwork was in a crisis for several months after I left because no one knew how to do my job or even the jobs of others I had been doing for them. It seems that a madhouse of homosexuals, transgendereds, gender-non-specifics, unqualified blacks, anti-American Hispanics with poor language skills, and unrepentant gang members, all organized according to principles of diversity and multiculturalism, did not run properly without a white slave doing the work. I learned that I was doing the jobs of more than ten people who spent their days socializing, shirking work, and pilfering from the donation room.

I once believed that my experiences involving race were unique to the places where I worked. I have since heard tales similar to mine, if not so harrowing. All the whites involved meekly accepted what happened to them as part of the march of progress toward a new world and a new way.

My father, for example, after 20 years with the New York City Transit Authority, was forced into retirement when a black man was elevated to one of the highest positions in the authority. My father once heard him say to a meeting of chiefs, “There’s too much salt in here — now I’m gonna add some pepper.” Personnel policies changed drastically in favor of blacks. It became difficult for whites to get promotions, and the workplace became intolerable for my father.

My sister works for a large medical insurance company used by most of the people who work for New York City. She is one of the secretaries to the black CEO. She is the only white person in the office, and she is kept there to do all the work the others won’t do. Her black coworkers show up two hours late, take an extra hour for lunch, and leave one or two hours early, nearly every day. Last winter, she was scolded by her boss for coming in 30 minutes late on a day when a snowstorm hit and nobody else in the office came in to work at all. Recently, a black co-worker disappeared for two weeks. When she came back, she told the boss her baby had been dying in the hospital. Later that day, it became clear that she made the story up; she just wanted a vacation. This black woman got a salary increase and was promoted over my sister’s head…

Not long after I left my job at Streetwork, Safe Horizon produced a public service TV clip about domestic violence (you can find it on YouTube if you look for “safehorizon trailer”). The abused woman looks superficially similar to me and her abuser is a white man who looks something like my boyfriend. Perhaps it was a coincidence, perhaps not. The poor white girl goes to her non-white co-workers for help and protection.

While I was at Safe Horizon, I compiled the statistics for the shelter’s clients. Approximately 92 percent of the violence was committed by black men, 7 percent Hispanics, and less than 1 percent by white men. Somehow, Safe Horizon chose to depict an evil white man, a helpless white woman, and noble non-whites who rescue her.How One Liberal White Girl Learned the Truth About Race – American RenaissanceFanciful idealism crashed against brutal reality.https://www.amren.com/commentary/2021/11/how-one-liberal-white-girl-learned-the-truth-about-race/

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Dan JImisin5yHow have you been discriminated against for being white?

Yes. I couldn’t get a job at California State University, San Bernardino until I checked a box on the application form that I was hispanic. I got an interview two weeks later and was hired. This was my third application for the same job.

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Noelle BiracLives inFrance2yHow have you been discriminated against for being white?Originally Answered: As a white person have you ever been discriminated against by someone who is black?

Yes. At the exit of an underground a group of black people spit on people, but only whites. No one dared to say anything. I once opened the door in the underground to a black mother who did not buy her ticket, a ticket inspector saw me and gave me a fine, nothing for the Woman. I was assaulted two times in my old neighbourhood, by a group of black people. Not sure if it has to do with racism, but after the second time (which was very violent by the way) I began to avoid people with a certain black colour. It took me years to not feel afraid any more. I was living in New Caledonia for a while. Once in a bus I was the only white in it. Two ticket inspectors came, they only checked me and left the bus.

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Ashley HighfieldLives inLondon3yHow have you been discriminated against for being white?

I have been denied services in establishments owned by non-white people, and told directly that I couldn’t do this or that or have an opinion on certain things because of the colour of my skin. Which is of course rubbish.

The family that lives upstairs from me at the moment is black and refuses to speak to white people (we live in a predominantly white country). One night some months ago there was a leak in the building and I had to call an emergency plumber who said he was going to have to turn off the main water supply as the leak was compromising the electricity supply and it wouldn’t be safe to leave it on. I went around the building to tell people that the water would probably be off for some hours, and to fill some bottles and buckets so they could still drink, cook and flush the toilet. Everyone but the family upstairs thanked me and did exactly that. The lady upstairs just shouted “WE DON’T SPEAK TO WHITE PEOPLE” and slammed the door in my face.

I’m sure she regretted that later on when she found there was no water and she couldn’t shower or flush her toilet or cook dinner for her children. Oh well.

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Nick Olson‘burb-mutt5yHow have you been discriminated against for being white?

“Discrimination” is surely not the optimal word for it, but sort of? Maybe? I’ll explain.

By 8th grade, my math skills were pretty darn advanced. I was a full 2 years ahead of my grade level. The school district sent a couple of other kids and me to the high school twice per week to take our math classes with the rotten jerks in the 9th grade advanced class.

Meanwhile, my mother found out about a special math program being run by the state university. She took me to take the qualifying exam.

We got a letter a few weeks later, and my mother became very upset. The letter informed her that while I had qualified for the program, there was a limited number of seats available, and preference was being given to minority students. I was on the wait list. We’d be contacted if a space opened up.

Like me, my mother has always been pretty liberal, and I think this caused quite a bit of cognitive dissonance for her. “Wait, you qualified, but you’re at a disadvantage because you’re white!?” It’s one thing to support giving minority students a helping hand in theory, and another thing when your own child misses out as a result. She made phone calls to the university, to no avail.

I have no way of knowing how things actually worked out with the scores. Did they take the top 80 highest scorers and offer the next 20 slots to minority students who qualified but weren’t at the top? Was it more like 95/5? Or 25/5? Did they offer slots to minority students who hadn’t qualified, too? Would I have gotten a call if they hadn’t looked at race as a factor, or was I too far down on the wait list? Did their consideration of race produce a net benefit to the world? I don’t know the answers to these questions. Maybe it was for the best.

The next school year, the high school took pity on us advanced 9th graders and let us take our own little math class during the math teachers’ downtime. We mostly just read the textbook on our own and then did the homework exercises. It was a million times better than dealing with stupid Mike Baker and that girl Lisa who was always making masturbation noises in class and blaming it on me.

Such is life.

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Raymond St StevenFormer Naval Aviator, current Airline Pilot (1990–present)3yHow have you been discriminated against for being white?Originally Answered: As a white male, have you ever been racially discriminated against?

Oh …. Gee….. well, how about every week for the first 18 years of my life?

My parents were urban pioneers. Since my dad had a medical office in the “not so nice” part of town he thought we should live there also. My neighborhood was well mixed but all the surrounding neighborhoods were virtually devoid of Gringos. If I was alone just three blocks away from my neighborhood I was inviting trouble.

In my high school there was one bathroom that was (unofficially) off limits to Gringos. Not that we’d challenge it anyway, we were outnumbered 5 to 1.

On one baseball team, I was the only white guy. If I made an error … “Fu@#ing Gringo!”

Of course, it was only a small percentage of people who harassed me. I had tons of Hispanic friends. My best friend to this day is Hispanic from my old neighborhood. When I go back to visit my parents none of other neighborhoods are like they used to be. In fact, I even run into some of the old Vatos. They’re friendly now.

Anyone who argues that it didn’t count as discrimination because I, as a white male, was a member of the “oppressing class” didn’t have to sprint down certain streets when walking home from school or risk getting beaten up. As long as I kept moving the worst thing was getting something thrown at me. Like a bottle … or a Whopper (still in the BK box — maybe they meant it as a snack?)

Good times, the early 80’s.

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Again, we see this white victim of racism trivializing his own experiences by comparing them to another place in another era.Keith BakerStudied atUniversity of Michigan5yHow have you been discriminated against for being white?

Oh, yes.

This was back in February 2000. My father had died, and my mother, out of the blue, asked me to drive her, with two of my small children, to Belle Isle in Detroit.

I said, “Sure, mom” while thinking WTF? We’d never been to Belle Isle before.

I was working afternoons at the time, so we went on a weekday around 10 a.m..

It’s cold and the island was deserted. We drove around for thirty-forty minutes and then left.

My mom says, “Stop at the McDonald’s, and I’ll buy you lunch.” This is the McDonald’s on Jefferson in downtown Detroit.

“Sure, mom.” There was no point in arguing.

Into McDonald’s I go. I’m the only white person in this very crowded McDonald’s.

I waited in line and when it is my turn to order, the cashier points to a person on my left and says, “Next.”

All right, I think.

Then she points to a person on my right, and says, “Next.”

Odd.

Then, she chooses another person on my left.

I’m outta here.

Now, I’m 6′2″.

Behind me, I hear the big, booming Voice of God say, “He’s next.”

I was startled and jumped before turning around. A Detroit Police Officer, who towered over me, had been the Voice of God.

The cashier gave me, or him, a scowl and took my order.

I left and drove back home to Ann Arbor. A 45 minute trip with the kids eating their Happy Meals in the back and my mom listening to the radio.

Me. I’m thinking:

There are literally hundreds of restaurants within twenty minutes of that McDonald’s that would be thrilled to serve me and have my money. This was nothing, but…

What if I had been a black man in the South during the fifties …

What if I had been a black man in the South during the fifties …

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Frank R. Chappell MA in Anthropology. Find my book, “Wild Soil,” on Lulu.com!

How have you been discriminated against for being white?

I attended a Paleoanthropology fieldschool hosted by Duke University in conjunction with the famous Dr. Lee Berger[1] and Witwatersrand University in 2006 in South Africa.

The trip was amazing; we were able to see major World Heritage sites like the Sterkfontein Caves, observe the behind-the-scenes work of the Transvaal Museum, and observe, in person, the Taung Child.[2]

After leaving a site on the way to check out the Victoria Railroad cut for Australopithecine fossils, we stopped at a little gas station to get some food and refuel.

While we were looking around, I got in line to get some pap (a polenta-like corn porridge[3] ). When I approached the server, he put his spoon down and stared at me. I was confused, so I stood there.

I ended up standing there like a moron for about a minute until two other Zulu men came and also protested my request by staring at me behind the food counter. I couldn’t make heads or tails of it!

When I related the story to Graham Ewing, a Scottish ex-pat operating African Safaris Limited at the time, he said, “Of course they didn’t serve you, you’re white!”

As a white man, I had no idea what racism was until that experience, and didn’t recognize it even as it stared at me through the eyes of a Zulu with a spoon.

Footnotes[1] Lee Rogers Berger – Wikipedia[2] Taung Child – Wikipedia[3] Pap (food) – Wikipedia

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Robert L Hill Lives inDubai, United Arab Emirates5

How have you been discriminated against for being white?

It was a long time age, but I still remember the lesson as if it were yesterday. Back in 1982, I was a “college dropout” after 3 semesters, working in the downtown record store in Cleveland, Ohio. I wasn’t from Cleveland, I was from New York City, but young love will make you do strange things.

Anyway, I was working the front counter, and we had a line up front, a relative rarety for us. Usually you didn’t have to wait but a second, this time you actually had to wait a few minutes. I think this was caused by a couple a large sales at once.

Anyway, eventually we worked our way down this line, and I had as my customer an older Black gentleman. Now, the line had been pretty much nothing BUT people of color, all day….this was pretty much the standard situation for our store. But he hadn’t liked standing in line one bit, and as I hurried to hand him back his change, he THREW it at me, full force!! He said that I was a racist asshat, that the only reason they had to wait in line was because I was such a racist, and several other remarks!! I was aghast, because I just had no idea where this was coming from. He took his parcel from the counter, spat at me, and walked out.

Every eye in the store was on me, and I felt as if I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. It was the first experience I had with such pervasive reverse racism. I tried to make it better by hurrying through the cleanup, but it was all going horribly wrong. Finally, a customer in line saw the whole thing, and declared “You know what, it turns out that racism is just as bad no matter WHO does it.” And he had a smile for me…

I will never forget his words, nor that sentiment.

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Could you imagine a black person, experiencing this sort of abuse from whites, and making excuses for it?Aimée Jo Weaver *gasp* A girl gamer.

How have you been discriminated against for being white?

The majority of the discrimination I’ve faced was while in high school about 20 years ago, and then more recently due to where I lived. There are a few other isolated examples, but these two arenas are the setting for most of what I’ve experienced.

In high school I went to a school with a majority of black and hispanic students, which most often led to me being called names (I often joke that all I know of the Spanish language is the bad words because of this), and more hurtfully I was frequently tripped to fall flat on my face, books spilling everywhere. On the bus I was typically forced to actually sit in the aisle, because the kids would sit on the outside of the seat, leaving the space by the window open…which the bus driver did nothing about.

I learned to shut up, or face more consequences. While the white bullies I had called me names, the hispanic and black kids actually got physical.

Fast forward to a few short years ago when I had lost my job and was living in a pay by the week motel. I finally got a job, and the friend of a friend offered to rent me a room at a house a few miles away. Turns out that the neighborhood was predominantly black, which didn’t matter to me — it was a decent room for a decent price.

During the three years I lived there, taking the city bus back and forth to work, I was harassed repeatedly while walking home by both men and women who would actually push me off the sidewalk as they walked by. I learned to walk off far into the grass when passing anyone, and I quickly learned not to let anyone get behind me because they’d bump me forward without warning if they caught up to me.

Once on the bus, my experience changed depending on how I was dressed. When I was dressed in a blouse and skirt for work, I was again hard-pressed to find a seat. The men in particular would sit on the outside seat, keeping the seat next to the window vacant, while not letting me sit down. The women would sometimes scoot over, but by a slim hair and I would have to balance on the edge of the aisle seat, while they spread out next to me as much as they could to take up the other half of the aisle seat and the window seat. In high school I could perhaps chalk it up to kids being kids, but these were full grown adults of varying ages.

I’m super short, so standing and holding on to one of the hand rails was pretty precarious, and I actually had one of the bus drivers, who also was black, bring the bus to a screeching halt to yell at the people who weren’t letting me sit down. He didn’t drive that route all the time, so I only found help when he was there.

On an off day when I was dressed in relaxed clothing and I generally didn’t look like I was heading to an office job, I was welcomed by people on the bus, and had no problems finding a seat. It blew my mind. Some of the times were on the weekend when it was a different crowd, but some of the times it was during the regular crowd — it was like they didn’t even recognize me.

Now, to be totally clear, I understand that my experiences in no way reflects upon the entirety of those minority communities, as I’ve had an equal amount of really great interactions with other members of those minority groups.

I’m fairly certain that what I experienced was more of a class-based racial discrimination, if that makes sense. I was simply not welcome in “the hood”, as that section of town is referred to by everyone I’ve talked to in that town. The crime rate was very high, and “the ghetto bird” (what I learned was the neighborhood’s term for a police helicopter) was seen circling over it on at least 2–3 nights a week.

These experiences of course in no way mitigate what discrimination minority groups face, but I liken it to domestic abuse: when a woman claims domestic abuse, she’s most often believed and there are programs and places for her to go. When a man claims domestic abuse (and that’s if he gets up the guts to actually say something), many times the man is either belittled or dismissed. The fact that the majority of domestic abuse happens to women does not excuse dismissing when abuse happens to men, nor is it proper to say that he “deserved it” because traditionally more women are battered by men. Conversely, just because a man does come forward and claim abuse, this does not make light or mitigate the abuse that happens to women, and pointing out that men get abused too should not be used to shut down organizations that help battered women.

None of it’s right. Some people face discrimination at a far more frequent rate than others, but it doesn’t excuse the discrimination that someone else may experience in a lesser frequency. None of it’s right.

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Nicky Flynn researcher at Zombie Research Society

How have you been discriminated against for being white? Originally Answered: As a white person have you ever been discriminated against by someone who is black?

Yep, was it because I am white? Yes. Has it happened more than once? Yes.

My first experience was 15 years old and my best friend was mixed race, her dad was from Trinidad and her mum from England, I’ll call her Anglea. Her parents were separated and while my friend lived with her mum on the next street to me her dad lived in an area predominantly full of West Indians across my city. I had spent most of my life visiting this area once a year for Carnival, a tradition WI’s continued to enjoy in England, it was and still is a fun day filled with rum punch, the smell of ganja, scantily clad women, reggae music and amazing colourful costumes. This was my experience of WI culture and I loved every minute of every year without fail, everyone came together and for one day at least no one cared (or so I thought) what skin colour a person had.

Angela’s dad happened to be the landlord of the local pub which obviously was involved in the carnival party, her dad had organised various activities centered around carnival and in one of the rooms there was a kind of dance competition and people were having lots of fun doing the limbo. I was curious as I had never seen this happen in real life so I asked Angela if we could go in and watch “yes, come on I will show you how to do it”.

As we walked towards the door an old (maybe not too old but I was a kid and everyone over 25 was old to me) black lady literally walked in front of us and looked at me then Angela, sucked her teeth and asked why she was with a white girl when there was plenty of her own kind to be friends with. Both of us just stood there in shock at what we had heard Angela told her I was her best friend and was one of her ‘kind’, this women continued and informed her no I was not one of her kind because of the glaringly obvious difference, Angela was black and I was white. Also, she wanted to know why I was going into that particular room as white girls can’t and never will be able to limbo, Angela grabbed my hand and dragged me into the room telling me to ignore her.

Turns out I was pretty damn good at that limbo, better than a lot of the black people in the room, none of them treated me like that old lady thankfully.

I didn’t have a similar experience until 20 years later when I choose to leave my hair to nature and grow dreads. The online abuse I have received has been unbelievable and relentless, black people telling me I am racist by having dreads, my white trash hair is held together by mould and dirt, I am appropriating their culture (as yet no one has been able to tell me which culture they mean as there is no such thing as black culture), I am disrespecting black people and their struggle, I am using my white privilege to issue a huge fuck you to black people and between Quora and Facebook this is an almost daily occurrence.

It irritates the fuck out of me that this acceptable yet if a white person said the same to a black person there would be a huge outcry and it most certainly would not be acceptable.

Prejudice and racism exist in all colours and cultures, white folk don’t exclusively own that shit, it’s everywhere in every person regardless of skin clour.

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Jeremy Glenesk Community Support Worker. Social Work/Crime/Philosophy grad.

How have you been discriminated against for being white?

Perhaps surprisingly, yes.

When I was in university for my first degree, I was living with a friend of mine who is Ghanaian. He was involved in a several clubs on campus dealing with music and dance, as well as a club for students of African and Caribbean descent (aka, black folks). I would hang out with him and his friends a lot, and often go clubbing with them. I was very often the only non-black person in our party.

For the most part, this was fine. I got along great with most folks, but there were definitely a couple who thought I didn’t belong, because I wasn’t black (no matter how sweet my dance moves were). I had a couple guys who would insult me or try to pick fights with me because I was white. At one point, my friend and I hosted a house party, and had probably 30–40 people in our place, and ended up having to kick one guy out who threw a punch at me because one of the women was hitting on me, and apparently felt it wasn’t my place to be mixing the colours.

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Excerpts from the latest Amren First-Person Accounts series. Not all of these incidents are clear- cut cases of racial discrimination, but the context implies that there were, so I included them:

In California, a block from my apartment in a mixed Vietnamese and black neighborhood, a black man yelled at me, “I’m gonna’ slit your throat!”

Driving Uber in a California city, I gave a ride to a charming, quiet, well-mannered black girl, who sat in the front seat. A few minutes later, we picked up a black woman who was very ghetto and foul-mouthed. She was deep into a loud phone conversation when she got into the back seat. The ghetto woman in back continued her loud conversation about sucking a “catfish n—-r’s d–k”. It was apparently a conversation about fellating a black man with an ugly penis. I asked her to not speak on the phone for the sake of the other rider. The well-mannered black girl told me she didn’t mind, at which point I angrily said that I minded. The ghetto black woman didn’t stop, so I pulled the car to the side of the road, opened up the back door and asked the ghetto black woman to get out so I could “adjust the seat.” When she got out, I closed her door and jumped back into the driver’s seat. Realizing what was happening, the ghetto black woman jumped back into the back seat and started crying and yelling at me that I was being racist. The seemingly sane black girl in the front seat got into the backseat to hug the confused, crying black woman. Together, they called me racist and consoled each other for the rest of the ride, lamenting the cruel world they had to deal with.

In California, I was walking with a date a few blocks from my apartment when a black man in a car pulled up next to us and said, “If I see you here again I’m gonna kill you.”

In California, a group of black teenagers, unprovoked, threw grapefruit-sized chunks of asphalt at a friend and me while we were sitting outside of a cafe. Everyone who was outside ran into the cafe. When the police came, they told me that if I had fought them, I would have gone to jail, but my assailants would have been released as minors.

My grad school offered scholarships, one for minorities in California. Being a white person in California made me a minority, so I raised my hand (Latinos are the majority). The school administrator and the rest of the grad students were offended at my request, and the administrator refused to pass me a scholarship pamphlet.

During a business class in California, my black teacher said he didn’t want to see another blond face on the cover of a magazine. I was enraged but said nothing.

Living in my East Coast city, I was walking to the subway in a semi-black part of town. A very wide, large black woman in her 40s and her boyfriend were walking towards me. I moved a little out of her way, but she didn’t return the favor; and her fat body collided with mine. She acted the victim, and loudly yelled for all to hear that this white man just hit her. Her fat black boyfriend ran up to me, got in my face, and demanded I apologize to his girlfriend, which I did.

In an East Coast city on the subway, a black woman yelled at the tired, evening crowd, “All y’all white people need to get the f___ out of here…ya’ll don’t belong here and you’re raising my f—–g rent!!”Unpleasant and Illuminating Encounters with Non-Whites – American RenaissanceWhen you need cheap housing, you meet all sorts.https://www.amren.com/commentary/2021/12/unpleasant-and-illuminating-encounters-with-non-whites/

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Ryan Peterson Lives inMinnesota(1984–present)

White people, how do you know when a black person hates you specifically because you are white? Do they say something, or act a certain way? Give examples.

A while back, after leaving a job interview I was waiting in a group of people for the light rail to take me back to my car. As I was standing there, I noticed a black man staring at me very intently, but I did my best to ignore it while keeping him in my peripheral view just in case.

As we boarded the light rail, I noticed it was relatively crowded and chose to stand and allow other people to take the seats. The staring man chose to take a seat very close to my standing position and continued to stare at me with what appeared to be a burning hatred. I continued to do my best to ignore it, but from time to time I looked in his direction and noticed that he still hadn’t stopped trying to burn a hole in my head with his eyes.

After about 10–15 minutes of this, at one point when I looked in his direction, he got up from his seat and yelled at me “Why do you keep on staring at me cracka?” At this point, I can be no more certain that he intends to cause harm for no reason other than my skin color, even though he was probably the only non-white person in sight on the car. He had clearly picked me out for some reason, perhaps it was the suit I was wearing. I can’t really be sure, but the racist question made it clear that skin color was at the top of his mind.

Anyways, I did my best to apologize to him and made an even bigger attempt to not look at him, but by this time he had moved within my personal space while somehow staring even more intently and proclaimed “how do you like it cracka? How’s this make you feel?” Not knowing what was coming, but certain that he wanted to start a fight, I stiffened up and planned out how I might react if he attacks me. After a short while, I turned back to him and informed him that I cannot in good conscious avoid looking at him now given his posture. It came down to a staring contest for the next couple of minutes before we arrived at his stop.

As he was walking off I called out to him “have a nice day sweetheart!” Stupid, I know. But I’m just that kind of person. I toe the line far too close just so I can be certain where the line actually is. He cussed at me, I think throwing one more “cracka” in, but continued to walk away off the train. A part of me was a little disappointed that he didn’t try something, but I was also very relieved that it was over.

So why did I deserve his hatred? Probably for being dressed in my best clothes and having the gall to use public transportation while being white.

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Allana McClain Owner (1996–present)

What reason should we conclude when a White child is taunted at a predominantly non-white school? Is it justified payback, is it reverse racism or is it just human nature?

It is not reversed racism, it is RACISM. Reversed racism is not a thing. I was bullied in school for being white. When in high school, some kids said they bullied the white kids because black and hispanics were the minorities in the school. Out of 3,500 kids, less than 20 were white. The bullying against me stopped when they realized I didn’t give a fluff what they thought.

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Larry Mathews Former Retired Mortician (1978–2016)

What subtle examples of racism have you experienced? What irked you the most about it?

Being told by a member of the hiring committee (VA) after there selection that I was the most qualified. But, that they needed to hire a minority. However, that wasn’t subtle. It was pure reverse racism.

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Melissa Cervera, Crime Scene Technician

Is it possible for white people across the world to experience or be subject to racism? If so, how?

Yes. Not only racism, but also hate crimes. 11yrs ago I was a victim of a hate crime in New Orleans. I wrote about this on quora a few years ago. I just went to link my answer to this question, but quora deleted it. So, I guess that’s befitting to this question! Anyway, I’ll go ahead and give you all the short version of my experience.

I was outside of my house on a Friday night around 11:30 pm waiting for my taxi to arrive and take me to work. I bartended the grave shift at the Green Room on Decatur from 12am-8am.

The cab was taking forever, so I did my usual waiting by sitting down on the sidewalk. I had on my backpack with my laptop in it. My phone was in my pocket. I was looking towards Magazine st hoping to see my taxi turn the corner. Behind me, I heard a car pull up to the stop sign. I looked back thinking it was my cab, but it wasn’t. It was just a brownish 4 door older model hoopty. I thought nothing of it and turned my head back to the main road.

I remember looking at the time & deciding to call the cab company back to see how much longer my ride would be. I hate being late to work.

I could still hear that car behind me just chillin at the stop sign. The people in it were talking & laughing with each other. I just assumed they were rolling a blunt or something. That’s typical of new orleans & I thought nothing of it. I’m used to my routine. I’m familiar with my neighborhood & friends with all my neighbors. I didn’t feel threatened or scared. I was more focused on getting to work on time.

I dial the taxi company back and the phone rang & rang & rang. Typical. It’s Friday night. I sat there with the phone to my ear hoping they would eventually answer.

As the phone continues to ring, suddenly I feel and hear a ‘THWUNK’ on my head. I turn & see 3 tall black guys around me. One has a pipe or something similar in his hand. They continue hitting me in the head. I’m bleeding all over. All I can hear is “stupid white bitch”, “ooh, snow bunny is leakin”, the sound of my head being hit with fists & metal, and LOTS OF LAUGHTER.

My neighbor, Nakiva, owns a beauty shop on the corner. She heard the commotion & she popped her head out the window. She began yelling at them to stop & that she’s calling the police. The guys (still laughing) jump back into the car & speed off.

My neighbor & her clients ran downstairs & outside to help me. I remember her putting a towel on my head, screaming “CALL AN AMBULANCE, CALL AN AMBULANCE!” as she helped me walk over to her doorway. She made me drink water until the ambulance and police arrived.

They did not rob me. They didn’t take my phone or my laptop. They did not do anything but beat me in the head & call me names & laugh. They did this solely for their own enjoyment.

I remember the heat of my blood pouring out of my head. I remember the smell of it. I remember it vividly. It’s so weird. Anyway…

As the paramedics are assisting me, the police are asking questions. My neighbor told them everything she saw & I told them what I could. She described their car in great detail. The police told us that there’s been a lot of attacks on white people lately & I was already the 3rd report that week.

Then, as we’re still being questioned, the fucking car slowly drives right back by. Nakiva is like, “omg that’s the car! That’s them! Go catch them!” And the police just stood there. I shit you not. Then they said, “by the time we get back in the car & pull out, they’ll probably be long gone.” It was appalling.

That’s when I realized that NOPD did not give a damn.

……………….. the photos below are after the incident. My girlfriend had helped me change my shirt because it was covered in blood. I think it was my roommates shirt I’m wearing in the pics but I don’t remember. My face & arms were covered in blood too, but she cleaned that off so I could see. The close-ups of some of the ‘holes’ in my head are from little spikes from the metal rod they used. They did not leave the weapon but it was assumed to be a tire iron.

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My head was so messed up. The pain was probably the worst pain I’ve ever experienced in my life. My head ached intensely for over a month. I’ve recently had an MRI & was told I still have visible signs of a TBI. I feel like it changed me. I have a lot of memory issues.

Til this day, I still judge people as individuals based on their actions. Just because 3 black men hated me for looking white, doesn’t mean all black people hate me for looking white. In that experience, although black men were beating me, my black neighbor & her black clients were saving me.

There are good and bad people everywhere. It doesn’t matter their race, religion, or financial status. In my opinion, there are good & bad cops, good and bad priests, good & bad doctors, good & bad everything.

So, to answer your question, yes, anyone can be subjected to racism. The only thing is, is that the media only reports & presses on stories that will divide us.

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Below are recent photos of my MRIs. If you see anything funky, feel free to comment.

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Sebastian Pienio Lives inRochester, UK (2007–present)

How do you explain white privilege, and how do white people benefit?

I myself lost a job to considerably less qualified candidate because of colour of my skin. Manager who interviewed me called me personally to apologise and said, despite me being much better in every aspect they care, there’s pressure to give position to this other guy because of colour of my skin.

I’m white male.

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Jim Hanson

As a white person, how has anti-white racism affected you?

Applied for a college loan while not being a legal dependent of my parents, living in my girlfriend’s sister’s concrete basement, working my way through school on a pathetic income. Completed the paperwork, sat down to review it with the advisor in the financial aid department. She looked left and right to make sure she wasn’t going to be overheard, leaned in an whispered to me, “Sorry, but you won’t get a loan. Wrong color.”

For anyone reading this who’s tempted to reply, “Now you know how blacks felt for generations,” save your breath. It was wrong when it happened to blacks, and it was ended. Now it’s happening to whites, and it’s equally wrong, but it’s celebrated as “justice.” Bullshit.

By the way, this happened to me 34 years ago, and it’s only gotten worse. Don’t believe me? If you’re a young, white male, try getting a job as a firefighter in LA.

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Dominic VannaGunsmith (2007–present)Mar 11As a white person, how has anti-white racism affected you?

Being beat up in school by minority’s because I was white growing up. Yes, it’s because I was white because they would call me white boy, cracker, white bitch, while they attacked me.

This had a physicalogical impact on my entire life.

It lead to me become jaded and stronger physically and mentally over the years so I can thank them for that.

Then we have been victim to home invasions and theft of property by POC many times. Mountain bikes, motorcycle, 4 wheeler, car batterys, car parts to name a few totaling well over 10k. They knew where the white people lived and they targeted us.

That’s just my small story. I got off easy. I know people that were robbed at gun point and beaten to an inch of their life.

Many have experienced hell on earth but their story doesn’t count because they have the wrong skin tone.

Hate goes both ways. I’ve seen it first hand.

If you want it to get better you might want to all change course because there is limits to what people will put up with. When white people collectivly snap it’s gonna be a real bad time.

My son’s will see the worst of this hate but I will make sure they are strong enough to break anything or anyone that stands in their way and to never kneel or apologize for their DNA.

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James Wasvary Former Drug Discovery Biochemist at Novartis Pharma(1970–2002)

As a white person, how has anti-white racism affected you?

I applied to NJ College of Medicine in 1972. I was put on the waiting list with a statement that I was fully qualified but they had no room. A week later I saw a TV item where the school had decided to take 35 minority applicants in a class of 120 who they admitted were not fully qualified, but would be given help to make up their deficiencies. I never got into any medical school.

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Nathan Cardinale

As a white person, how has anti-white racism affected you?

I shall keep my response on the tame side. I have experienced and seen far far worse than almost any black person these days will, at the hands of anti-white racists.

Instead, I’ll just cover the fact that I was jumped 3 times over the years, for being white. How do I know it was because I’m white? Because that’s what the black men said as they licked me in the head and ribs

First time I was 13. 3-4 black teens and their dad jumped me. Beat me till i was covered in welts. Mom had raised me that black people had it hard. So I ignored it.

Second time, I was 16. Jumped by 5 men, from 18-28 years old. Beat me bloody, used a metal bat on my ribs. Went to tell my parents, but walked in on them talking about their worries of me being racist (As I didn’t care the drug dealer living downstairs was killed by police for shooting a kid. He happened to be black)

Third time, I was 20. 4 men jumped me. Beat me to the hospital. Called the police. All 4 went to prison, only one has come out.

And again. Thats the light stuff of what happened to me. So, yeaaaahhh… Suffer from PTSD and a fear of black men, especially of the ghetto kind, like the ones in my neighborhood

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Comment by Steve Husmann: It’s OK to be White. 

How and when were you introduced to the fact you’re white? kill whitey day at my newly forced segregated school in the early 70s

1972 7th grade in the south. Our school was forced desegregation already for a while and their were always problems and violence. Groups of blacks would attack white individuals with impunity. On this day we heard the talk and warnings all day. Many parents pulled their kids out. The group that was on the offensive made threats all day. Both boys and girls reminding us that as soon as school was out there would be violence against the white kids. Many of us were terrified as groups of participants roamed the hallways threatening pushing and shoving. My immigrant parents were clueless and as many parents came to the school to retrieve their kids I was left to walk home with a couple scared friends. We lived to the east and the “others” to the west. Finally a couple police officers showed up and ushered the group to move along their usual route and we were able to sneak away. The taunting, threats and attacks continued for the entire three years I attended the school. The vice principal in charge of discipline was black and rewarded the aggressive behavior with extra gym and basketball court time. No student was ever punished. Even the one that hit a kid in the head with a baseball bat in gym class.

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It’s OK to be White. Posted by Joey AdkinsNov 5

Racism to White Americans continues. Today while walking down the street in Cincinnati, where the Black are more powerful then Whites, I came across a racist. There were these two older teens messing with each other, both Black. One of then accidentally bumps into me. He imidatley says, “My bad!” But right after he says this the other teen, a girl, then says, “Don’t apologize to that White boy!” I was about to turn around and give her a talk but I thought, It’s Cincinnati. If I were to yell at a Black teen in a place where Blacks shit on Whites I would probably be jumped, or ever worse.

I have been holding this back for hours thinking if its worth posting. Sure this happens to Whites all the time but I was in Cincinnati. It’s half Black and the city favors them way more the Whites. So why is the Black girl, who I’m guessing never had anything happen to her, just so open to saying racism shit. It’s sickening. I’m not a racist nor have I ever said or done anything racist but yet get shit on like Black people use to. In the end I still remain unrasist, I’m still very nice and respectful to others. The only thing I can do is pray for this shit to end.

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It’s OK to be White.Answered by Yomaha Kwanzak

Why are we (whites) afraid of stereotypes?

I’m all right and I’m all white! I’ve never even met a racist person, except in the third grade at chicora elemtary school in North Charleston, Sc. I was the only white kid in the school and was allowed to leave school 20 minutes early, just to avoid the beatings from the black kids who liked to beat the honkey! Where’s my Nike contract?

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From American Renaissance, First-Person Accounts:

Moving to New York City to attend Columbia University opened my eyes. I’ve been physically assaulted three times near campus, and all of the perpetrators were black women. I’ve been screamed at on the street by a black man who told me he hates white people and that if I looked him in the eyes he would kill me. In my classes, rich black students spoke of the oppression they faced, and lectured me about my “white privilege,” despite the fact that I grew up poor. I experienced first hand the hate that so many Marxists have for whites.

The subtitle of that article is not in line with the spirit of this space, so I’m leaving out the direct link. However, you can find it on www.amren.com, published Sept. 25, 2021.

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Piet Bakx Retired psychiatrist. Also studied philosophy and theology.

Do you believe it is true that white people can experience racism?

Yes of course. As a “white” doctor I had patients with Caribean roots who openly told me that they did not fully trust me because of my skin colour.

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Jordan Ramage

Do you believe it is true that white people can experience racism?

I lived in Wilmington N.C back in the early 2000’s. I had a good friend there, he is a black man and we had a habit of getting together on a friday night, get some seafood, a few beers and watch the boxing at his place. We did this a few times until one day he told me we would have to go somewhere else to socialise. I asked why that was and he told me his neighbours were not happy with a white boy coming into their neighbourhood, he explained i was Scottish not American and not what they would expect. Made no difference we are all the same he was told. We had a great friendship until i left to come back to Scotland, but i always remember the embarrassment in his face when he told me that. He informed me that he had no problem with me coming round but he could not guarantee my safety. Now given the history in that area of racism, i honestly was not upset over it, im not the type to get upset over anything in this life, its not all unicorns and rainbows and i realise that, but thats when it was impressed on me that racism works both ways, its not a black white problem its a human problem. Its a cancer that permeates societies and turns neighbour against neighbour. Good news though, unlike cancer you can opt out, like my friend did.

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It’s OK to be White. Posted by Michael Spencer

My son just took my five year old grand daughter and six year old grandson to Hurley Urgent Care 5494 Dort Hwy Grand Blanc MI because they were ill. The black receptionist was on the phone, virtually no one else there, she ignores him completely until my grand daughter begins coughing, she then looks up and says, “you need to take that shit outside.” My son, appalled, tries to ask for help, she interrupts with “don’t give me none of your white privilege, you need to wait outside and someone will come out and see you.” She doesn’t explain how or when, or the procedures, but continues with her BLACK BLM racist tirade against my, yes- so-”sorry,” WHITE son and his white children who were sick and needed help. I am livid. Good for Hurley Urgent Care, I do not have a car, or I’d be there now camera rolling. Calling their customer “service,” now.

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Terry’s PC-Free Topics Answered by Terry Terhune

Since black people are refusing to serve white people should white people only spend their money at White owned businesses?

Absolutely not. I have experienced similar situations. Me and my wife went to a local Applebee’s and it was entirely filled by Black staff. Not that it matters to me. However, the Black server seated several Black couples after us and they were immediately served and their drink orders taken. We were the only White couple in the restaurant and the staff was 100% Black. Our order was eventually taken but we were definitely served last and the service was awful. The Black patrons all got outstanding service. We both watched in amazement. We didn’t say a word or complained because we were in a good mood and didn’t want to spoil the evening. If it was me and some military veteran buddies getting there that night, we would have definitely said something to get the staff’s attention and take on anyone that interfered too. Anyway, we figured that Applebee’s has gone “Woke” and we dropped them from our list of regularly frequented restaurants.

The next week, we left our liberal Democratic woke county and went to a true Conservative rural county a few miles away and we were amazed by the American flags everywhere commemorating the 9–11 anniversary and the patriotic feeling we got just leaving a Democratic ran shit hole county and entering a real Patriotic city even though it was small town rural America. We went to a local chain restaurant called O’Charlies and we were greeted by a smile and was immediately served water and rolls. The server took our drink orders within a minute and our orders were taken shortly thereafter. The restaurant being in a rural county was staffed by an all White staff and all the patrons were all White. Not a single Black was there not that it mattered. Some of my best friends who are all military veterans are Black. So, race is not an issue.

Anyway, these events are not isolated situations but something that I have experienced regularly living in a shit hole Democrat ran city and it is no coincidence. I am not about to cite the multiple incidents that I have experienced but my point is this country is so divided among the various groups by race, political affiliation, religion, Patriotic values etc. Yes, we are going to move to a rural conservative county in the near future before I end up shooting someone. Yes, I pack heat 24×7 with my legal CCW permit and yes I have had to secure my weapon in several threatening situations. No, I don’t want to shoot anyone. I just want to be left alone to enjoy my simple life as a retiree with a fixed income. Rant over.

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From a comment, by Mary Johnson, on the It’s Okay to be White space:It’s OK to be White.Another “unprovoked,” “random” attack leaves white teen severely injured. Neither the MSN news headline: https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/u… … nor the Fox News story: Teen severely beaten in ‘unprovoked’ attack, other kids record brutal assault mention race – but it’s clear from the video that the attackers are black, while the victim is white.…(more)https://www.youtube.com/embed/6VE8jgB59hk?enablejsapi=1&iv_load_policy=3

I can’t watch it’s sickening! I was attacked by a group of 18+yo 3 blk men and 2 blk women. Just for being white. Was attacked in elementary school on a field trip to the Baltimore aquarium I was 6. I’ve also been threatened and almost car jacked twice taking my daughter to her specialist. I can’t take her alone anymore bc I would literally kill the next person who tries bc I’m so fed up! I also carry a knife, pepper spray, bat but now I want a taser and I want to be able to carry my gun.

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I Lived Through California’s Transformation – American Renaissancehttps://www.amren.com/blog/2021/08/i-lived-through-californias-transformation/

I was born in Oakland, California, in 1944 and raised in a lower middle-class area of the city. There was only one non-white family in the neighborhood, and crime was almost unheard of. For example, once a week I was required to accompany my aunt on an all-day shopping excursion to downtown Oakland. Before leaving, my aunt would open wide both the front and back doors to her home, in order to let in fresh air. Those doors were open for six to eight hours straight, and no one ever trespassed. The family car was always parked overnight with its doors unlocked and its windows rolled down. No one ever tampered.

Slowly, incrementally, the demographic and political profile of the city changed, and by the late ’60s to early ’70s, it was no longer the city I had loved. Oakland had become an unhealthy, dangerous place. My racial consciousness arose from the many experiences a white man must endure in the inner city…

It arose from the degenerates of my own race in Berkeley, the Castro district, and Haight-Ashbury, and also from having a large caliber revolver placed to my temple while being told, “I’m gonna blow your white m***** f****** brains out, Honky!” My racial consciousness is a product of all of these things and so many more, the total weight of which I could no longer endure.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Bradly Fackrell

My daughter and I are arguing about this, ‘White people do not experience racism’. What’s your opinion?

I (a white man) used to live near Baltimore. My wife worked at Johns Hopkins hospital. At that time, the hospital was completely surrounded by predominantly black neighborhoods. About once a week I’d go to the hospital to have lunch with my wife but I’d always have to park at least several blocks away and walk through neighborhoods where it was rare to see a white person on foot. I think that makes me a minority, by definition. While walking down the streets I was regularly berated, called names and threatened because I was white. White people are a race so, based on the definition, I did, in fact, experience racism.

I understand that my example is very simplistic but it does show how a white person can experience racism. I’m certain that there are many cases where white people experience the same level of racism that other races do. My simple example shows how black people are just as capable of hating a person just for being white. That sure sounds racist to me!

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Joe MillerAug

My daughter and I are arguing about this, ‘White people do not experience racism’. What’s your opinion?

I was walking down the main street one evening with friends. Suddenly one guy within a group of all black people turns to us and says, “MAAANNNN! FUCK ALL YA’LL WHITE PEOPLE!”

We didn’t know them, we weren’t talking to them or even noticing them or anyone on the streets but ourselves.

But I think all of us were white and this guy was black so he didn’t like that we were white and had to make that known.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Jim Stephan

My daughter and I are arguing about this, ‘White people do not experience racism’. What’s your opinion?

That seems silly. ANYONE can experience “racism”. The only difference is in how the individual, regardless of their race, handles it.

Case in point: when I was 14 (I’m 42 now) I was walking home from work and passed by an apartment I’d passed 100 times before. But this day, randomly, there were a bunch of older, drunk black dudes on a second floor balcony who suddenly started yelling anti-white racist slurs and throwing shit at me.

I was a kid, and these were dude in their 30’s? So I didn’t fuck around, I ran like the wind, and that moment stuck with me for a while, I avoided that apartment like the plaque for the next couple weeks.

But, eventually, I went back to my original route, and luckily, I never saw those dudes again. I also never associated them with ALL black people, nor assumed that’s how all black people act.

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It’s OK to be White. Posted by Olvin Jones

I personally have experienced racism because I am white I got a job at a black college Benedict here in Columbia sc the president of the college Swinton told my boss there was too much white showing and he was told it was hard to find qualified blacks without felony charges so they hired any black who didn’t have a felony the jobs were in maintenance and the blacks they hired had no tools and no experience but the thing that made me quit was the fact that they were being paid more than me who was well qualified for the job

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Kat MacEachern

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

I have been attacked 3x on the subway here in NYC. The first time was a guy yelling at me about how I must think I am better than everyone because I am “a rich white manhattan bitch”, which is funny because I am actually Canadian and not even close to rich…I mean…I’m on the subway. He then shoved me onto the ground on a crowded subway train and kicked me while I was on the floor. I was almost the only white person on the train. No one did anything to help me. They all just looked away.

The second time was a drunk girl who yelled “I wanna punch somebody”. Then she walked over to me and said “Imma punch this white bitch” and sucker punched me.

The third was a woman who thought I shoved her when really my purse had just snagged on hers as I was running for the train. I didn’t notice but she was chasing after me and proceeded to try and shove me down a flight of stairs. Luckily I caught myself and my husband was able to protect me while she yelled obscenities about my race at me and tried to attack me.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Michelle Clark Miller

My daughter and I are arguing about this, ‘White people do not experience racism’. What’s your opinion?

Of course we do.
I did in 1999 (Clinton administration) when I was out looking for a job with the city and county governments. I was told (confidentially) that while they’d be happy to interview me, it would be better if we didn’t waste anyone else’s time because “the government prefers people of color.”
I said, well, I’m white. My crayon box has a white crayon, so that’s a color.
*Silence*
“The government prefers non-caucasians.”
Me: “So, you’ll hire someone with no experience over someone with lots of experience because of the amount of melanin in their skin?”
*Silence*
Me: “That sounds pretty racist to me.”
“Have a nice day.”

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Spike Melon

What are the things that make some white Americans feel racially oppressed?

Growing up in the 1970s bronx, my high school had an annual “kill whitey day” where white kids were targeted and beaten without an administration getting involved. At the same time, I joined a neighborhood vigilante patrol to protect the elderly people getting mugged & beaten on an almost nightly basis. Therefore, stick BLM way up your ass !!!!!

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Chris Coleman

What are your experiences of racism in America for being white?

Around 1996, I applied to be a police officer with Los Angeles. My initial application was accepted and I was invited to participate in on-site testing at a station. I arrived and about 100 other applicants were there in the same room to complete the written examination.

Once seated, the officer in charge informed us that if any of the applicants are female, they would automatically have five points added to their test score. In addition they said that if any applicants were a minority (non-white,) they would have another five points added to their test score. Therefore, as an intelligent, white male applicant, even if I scored a perfect 100 percent on the test, a black female could still score higher than me if she scored a 91%.

This was back when affirmative action was still legal in California and before it was prohibited by a voter proposition. Pure and simple, it was an example of sexism and racism against white males.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Rustler1

What are your experiences of racism in America for being white?

Had quite a bit ranging from being screamed at and called honkey and cracker to being straight barred from entering a convenience store in the hood because it was “by blacks, for blacks” their words not mine. Non of that really bothers me. The only one that bothers me enough to really touch on didn’t happen to me. My son’s best friend is black. His friends parents kicked my son out of their house and barred them from friendship because “white people can’t be trusted”. Watching my son and his best friend in tears because the parents don’t want them around each other due to nothing more than race broke my heart. Took everything in me not to march over there and put the fear of god in them. I believe it wouldn’t of benefited the cause and would further reinforce their beliefs so let it go the best I could. I’m not a saint by any means but bullying kids into tears over race is not one of my faults.

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This is from the American Renaissance series “First-person accounts.” Forced busing taught me race-realism:

I was born in Wichita, Kansas, in 1958, and have always known blacks were different from whites: louder and more animated. Still, I did not think much about this until I went to junior high school in 1970. That was the year forced busing began in Wichita. Blacks beat whites for no reason, and shook them down for pocket change. It was shocking to us. The few blacks who had been with us in earlier grades were not that way for the first month or two of school, but soon started acting like their 8th and 9th grade brethren.

My increasing dislike for blacks continued through high school. Blacks generally kept their distance in high school, but woe to the white who walked the halls by himself as the end of the school year approached. Blacks did not like taking final examinations. As exam days approached, they would look for a solitary white and beat him up. They would be kicked out of school and not take final exams, but would be passed on to the next grade.

I attended undergraduate school at Kansas State University. In junior high and high school the percentage of blacks has been 15 to 20 percent, but now it was two to four percent. This meant no more black-on-white violence, and I loved it. So did other whites from high schools with many blacks. Still, there were a few negative experiences. Once, at a lecture, a black man walked across most of a row purposely bumping into whites and not excusing himself. When he came to a black student he excused himself.Forced Busing Taught Me Race Realism – American Renaissancehttps://www.amren.com/news/2021/08/forced-busing-taught-me-race-realism/

Note: This space does not encourage the disliking of anyone due to their racial, or ethnic, background – but Forced Busing definitely DID encourage such negative feelings, as we see from this story.

I’ll also point out that “race-realism” is not defined by the dislike/hatred of any race or ethnicity. I think the article could have been written better in order to clarify this.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Martin Cooke

My daughter and I are arguing about this, ‘White people do not experience racism’. What’s your opinion?

I was experiencing black racism all the way back in the 80′s. I was a member of the 91st Peckham Boys Brigade at our local church. Unfortunately for me, I was the only white boy in the brigade. It was made quite obvious that I was not welcome there. I was referred to as, “dat stinking white boi” or “white bludclaart” and similar things. For one whole year I put up with the constant bullying, I wanted to stay but eventually just stopped going.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Denise Meredith

My daughter and I are arguing about this, ‘White people do not experience racism’. What’s your opinion?

I am white and I worked for a department store and I would travel to work by bus; sometimes the bus would be held up due to accidents further up the road and I would ring in to say that I would be late. On the days I was late due to circumstances beyond my control, I would be shouted at but nothing was said to my non-white colleagues when tney were late in similar circumstances – that is discrimination.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Fay Verde

Why do white people think racism is getting worse against themselves?

i was victimized by black racism since the age of about 5, hateful verbal abuse by a black friend’s mom, about my whiteness. . and asian racism about age 13, “revenge” for WW2 Japanese, resulting in bodily harm to me. . my daughter was victimized at work by a black woman supervisor who would never let her go eat lunch. Lots more apparent just looking around. So it is now becoming evident that the more “equality” that is given, the more power is gotten, and the more of it is used to harm those white ppl under the power of these people.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Micah Wilson

My daughter and I are arguing about this, ‘White people do not experience racism’. What’s your opinion?

There was a small gas station on the way home/to work that closed up. A few years later an enterprising man opened it selling African type items. I had spent some time in Kenya back in the late 70s and had a nice African item collection. I decided to stop in at the shop and see if he had anything I could add to my collection. One day on the way home, having allowed myself to spend up to $100, I stopped by . When I walked in the door, the proprietor said to me, “You might as well carry your ass out that door because I don’t sell to whites.”

Did I cry DISCRIMINATION? Did I run to a lawyer, or to the media complaining of discrimination? Did I sue him for discrimination? Nope, I walked back out the door, got on my motorcycle and went on home with MY $100. His loss. A little over 2 months later I went by his shop and it was boarded up…closed down. Karma.

Hmmm I thought only we whites could be racist and discriminate against another race.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Phil Cornelius

My daughter and I are arguing about this, ‘White people do not experience racism’. What’s your opinion?

Assuming that your daughter is the one arguing that white people do not experience racism, ask her if she can clarify what I experienced all throughout middle school when I would be routinely surrounded by blacks and mercilessly beaten while being called “fuck cracka” and “fat bwah”. Just kids being (violent, bigoted) kids?

Or how about when black males would harass me and my girlfriend who, while not black, was a “person of color” as they say now again (her mom was white, her dad was Dominican). Not racism?

OK, how about when I went to apply for a grant for college in the 90s while working 2–3 jobs to make ends meet and being told 1) I made “too much” money and 2) grants/scholarships were either “needs based” or “race based”. “Race based”?? So one could technically be a millionaire and the government would still pick up the tab for your college because of the color of your skin (as long as you aren’t white). But I’m sure there’s another name for that other than racism as well.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Liam Littlefield

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

In grad school we had a discussion on feminism and two women told me my opinion was invalid because I was a white male. The professor did nothing to correct or stop their offensive statement.

I went to college in the South and our cafeteria was pretty much only staffed with black women. It was clear day after day that the workers were way nicer to black students than white ones, subtle but kind of annoying after seeing it so much. They made little to no effort compared to the interactions with black students.

I had a black friend tell me I liked pepper because I was white. That was the first time I’ve heard someone explain a behavior because of my race. It struck me as odd since there’s no way I could explain any of her behaviors as being because of her race without an immediate backlash.

I went to a Tex-Mex restaurant and the waiter refused to speak English to us, and would not accept an order from us in English. I listened to a Hispanic family order in English right next to us minutes before. I walked out immediately with my girlfriend when he kept trying to make me speak Spanish. I just wasn’t in the mood for a Spanish lesson. It just struck me as incredibly condescending.

“Diversity training” at my last job involved overt criticism of white men and “being in power” and their opinions being all the same and less valid in public discourse. Do people realize that white guys disagree with each other on issues? That seems obvious but claiming there’s a single “white male perspective” is rattled off without correction in so many circles.

I’ll add to that the many times in grad school where a criticism of any work of art or writing was deemed “from the white male perspective” with obvious disdain and dismissal. Looking back, I always wanted to ask what was uniquely white about them, and are there really experiences so unique to being white that no other race experiences it?

I went to a house party in my 20s and a group of Asian Americans came in and showed disgust at the music and dancing of several white people in the living room. They claimed the place was “too white” for them and left shortly afterward.

Black students at my high school, it was 50/50 mostly, would mock white students doing a stereotypical white guy accent, and wouldn’t let white people play on one of the basketball goals in gym class. Because of that, we self-segregated and had a white basketball goal and a black one. Volleyball was thankfully interracial and I often played that instead.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Lisa Adams

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

I’ve been in customer service of a business since 1982. The job gets a lot of people in and out and would require sitting with them for some time which means I would get to know them. I’ve met men who were in the Bataan death march, a woman who said her house was bugged by the CIA, a man who shot and killed his girlfriend and many others.

The most overt act of racism was a black woman who stood at the front counter while I helped her. I was speechless as she said, “I hate effing white people” – well, she didn’t say effing! She said it over and over. She was swearing up and down as her young children stood there listening. She called me a cracker.

When she came back the following week and I refused to give her our internal paperwork that we keep for our records, she started swinging at me. Again with her kids there. Even though I was 38 years old at the time, I had just gotten braces and when she connected with my mouth her hand came away bloody.

We called the police and interestingly she waited in the parking lot for them to show up. You see, she had called the local black anti-police activist who got there before the police and started filming everything.

The police told me if they arrested her for assault they would have to arrest me as well because she claimed I had hit her, which I absolutely had not. Neither of us got arrested. I did file a restraining order but she never got served because she was successful at avoiding the process server.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Roger Norman

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

I entered the doors on the contractor side of a Home Depot located in Central Florida and couldn’t help but notice a young Latino woman working the check whom I had never laid eyes on before, literally glaring at me, but I didn’t think that much about it at first. It was evening and that side of the store had very few customers. I made my way to the concrete blocks and began to load them into the cart occasionally looking over to see that the woman was still glaring at me for some unknown reason. Eventually I made it to the checkout and said hello and made some small talk but the woman did not respond at all, not a word. She handed me my receipt without so much as a nod let alone a customary thank you. I was very puzzled by all this but as I’m pushing my cart through the exit I noticed another customer entering the checkout only this man was being treated very differently, meaning she said hello, how are you sir, did you find everything you needed and said this so loudly and purposefully that I would be sure to hear it. He was a Latino and I’m a 64 yr. old white guy and that’s when it hit me. I might not be the most perceptive guy on the block but I then realized I had been the victim of racism. This account may seem trivial to some but it was one of those instances where you had to experience it yourself to get the full gist of what transpired. I don’t treat people that way and I don’t expect to be treated that way myself. It was definitely an experience I’ll never forget and has altered the way I think about at certain things, most particularly the claim by many that only white people are racists because the ugliness of racism comes in all colors.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Michael Riley

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

Everyday I ride the bus, I see racism being applied. I am White. The bus driver is Black. The bus driver allows Blacks to ride Free. But charges all others.

There is a mask mandate in place, on the bus. The Blacks don’t have to wear one, but all the rest do!

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Darrell Shortt

Can anyone provide a legitimate and current example of the supposed racially biased laws I keep hearing so much about?

I am white and 58 years old. In 1981 I applied for engineering school and was denied. I found out later that a black man with lower grades and lower SATs was accepted. Is that equality?

I currently have about about 30 medical problems. Two years ago I was taken out of work permanently for one of my conditions. I have worked for 40 years paying taxes like I am supposed to. Yet I was denied both private insurance disability and social security disability. Thus I have not received an income in the last two years. Is that fair?

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Joseph EgrosnaJ

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

I have been assaulted at least eight times by PoC and in most of those incidents, I was called an offensive racial slur. At a minimum, unnecessary references were made to my skin color during the confrontations at some point.

Racism is evil.

Only a racist would assume all racists are white.

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Is racism against whites on the rise in America?

Anonymous

I can only answer for what goes on at one high school in one part of Florida. With that said racism against whites is very high. People frequently call whites “white boys” who are weak and need their mommy’s and daddy’s. I am insulted on a daily basis for everything from being “rich because I’m white” to being a “pussy.” It’s bad and has caused most of the white kids to transfer to a local private school leaving only about 200 white kids in a school of 1800. The rest of the student body is Hispanic and Haitian.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Patrick AppellJ

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

I have yet to experience it personally but as a young boy, I witnessed it happen to my own now late father.

He was simply walking our dog one morning, and dogs doing what dogs do, our dog he lifted his leg on a car tire and relieved himself.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a “gentleman” of African American descent appeared, called my father a Lilly white motherf*cker and told my father to get down and lick it up.

Dad apologized and offered to pay for a car wash, but the guy would have none of it.

He came at my father with a switchblade, and cut Dad’s forehead, nose and face and turned his heavy winter coat to shreds.

What this “gentleman” didn’t know was that my father had grown up poor in the Bronx, was a Veteran of the Second World War, and was a semi professional boxer in his youth. Dad gave the guy a beating the likes of which I haven’t seen since.

This happened in my youth, when I was approximately eight years old.

Yes, I have seen anti white racism: it is nothing new, and the utter and complete stupidity of things such as critical race theory are only making matters worse.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Cheryl

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

Walking down the main street and had the “come here white bitch, I am going punch you in the face” from a group of coloured girls, never seen them before. Was simply going from a to b. Been pushed and shoved standing in a queue, belted across the back of the head while walking by a group running past. Missed out on jobs because I didn’t meet the quota for indigenous employees. Had stones thrown at me along with the verbal “white c**t.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Woody Vincent

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

Several years ago, having sold my interest in an advertising agency that I founded, I was bored with early retirement and decided to try my hand at selling cars. If you like sales and people, it’s a pretty good gig as long as the weather is decent.

I was pretty good at it and made good money without the responsibilities that go with running a business. Nice job for a 55 year old former entrepreneur.

Cutting to the chase…late one Saturday morning, and well-dressed 40-something Black couple walked into the dealership. I approached them in my usual friendly manner and asked how I could assist them. Mind you, they were by no means the first minority couple that I had ever had the pleasure of doing business with. Nor would they be the last. But these two were special

As soon as I introduced myself, the gentleman informed me that,

“We would prefer to do business with an African-American salesperson.”

Just like that. Don’t bother with the handshake.

Needless to say, it stung like hell. For all the world, I cannot imagine that a white person would ever say that to a Black man. It may happen, but not by anyone I have EVER known and I haver never seen it. Of course, I’m only 71, so I don’t have a lot of experience in the world.

So here’s the kicker, the dealership didn’t have any African-American sales people! Sad but true. They had Hispanics, Asians, women and gay salespeople but no Blacks. At least not then. People come and go in the car business and not everybody wants the job. The “store’ was well into the suburbs and sometimes it just is what it is.

Not my fault. I just worked there.

Doing my best not to look like I had just been kicked in the balls, I told the customer that I would try to find someone to help him. and said that,

“I’d be right back.”

I lied.

Instead, I went to lunch. Just like that

A nice long lunch.

I don’t know what happened to the two racist customers, but I’d like to think that they stood there for a good long time looking like two rubes who were lost in a foreign airport, getting angrier and angrier with each passing sweep of the second hand on their nice upscale watches.

Moral of the story…racism stings and it hurts even more when it comes, unprovoked, out of nowhere.

And before you give me any static…

I treat people with dignity and respect…always,

BUT

If you’re going to treat me like a piece of crap, you can expect the same in return. That’s how I roll, and I don’t apologize for it.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Sharon Collins-ChiassonJ

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

There was an assistant principal’s job that came open in our county. Thirty-five people applied for the job with 32 of them holding a Masters Degree in School Administration. The other three people had what was what was referred to as a “Taco Bell” certification. They had just taken the first five three-hour classes for the administrators degree and gotten a temporary certificate. One of the three was black. Guess who got the job? Yep, she got it! The one and only black person applying got the job with a temporary certification in school administration over for example me. I had a MA in School Administration plus 60 hours beyond and 12 years more experience and I wasn’t the only one. She was the second black person in that level to be hired…our two token blacks. I wasn’t surprised and it didn’t bother me I expected it. It did bother a bunch of other people that spun their wheels for nothing! Eventually this new assistant principal came up to me and point blank ask me how I felt about her getting the job. I smiled and told her if she could live with the fact that she was under qualified and got the job because of the color of her skin then it was great by me! I continued smiling and walked on.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Bradly FackrellJ

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

If we go by the claim of many that they’ve been made to feel uncomfortable or unsafe, I ( a white man) have been there myself.

When I first got married (back in 1994) my wife worked at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. This was back when the hospital was literally an island in the middle of poor and crime infested neighborhoods. Most of the residents happened to be black.

I used to take lunch to my wife at least once a week and I’d have to park at least several blocks away from the hospital. Every time I walked down the streets leading up to the safety of the hospital, I was berated and threatened. Almost all of the comments included something about me being white.

So, when black people tell me that I don’t understand, I cans say that I do understand that aspect. I don’t wish this on them or anyone else. But, the truth is, I continued to do this every week because I realized that these were all just words and attempts to intimidate me. Life is hard. People say mean things. We all need to learn to suck it up and move on.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Ed Wolpert

What are some of your experiences as a white person with racism?

I was denied service at a fast food sit-down restaurant. I was the only person not served. I am white. All other patrons were Black.

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Keith Jackson Lives inWales(2020–present)

Do white people face racism? Do you have any proof?

Yes. One of my cousins married a guy and moved to London . They had a baby and soon after, her husband walked out on her.

She lost the house as she could not pay the mortgage and hubby went abroad. She was evicted, and rehoused by the council into a ground floor flat on a estate in North London.

It was not nice, but she was grateful for a roof over her head. It started soon after she arrived.

Groups of black youths shouting obscene language at her and the baby when they see her. Things like fu-king white whore and white bitch and slag.

One morning she opened the front door, and on it was written in dog shit( or human? ) fuck off out of this estate, you white cu-t. .

The last straw was one of these yobs kicked her pram with the baby inside it. She was frightened for both their lives and asked the council to rehouse her.

The police also got called but would not get involved, as they said they did not want to stir up the estate. The council also would not rehouse her, so she just left and went to live with another relative.

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Andy Johnson Lives inAustralia

Do white people face racism? Do you have any proof?

On a plane I had an argument. The guy I was taunting screamed something about me copping it when we land (in Singapore). And he specifically said no one would step in to protect a white person.

I was a little taken aback at being told that my skin colour would be relevant to the community response to a foreshadowed violent attack. I looked at my arm, and asked “Are we going there? Are we bringing skin colour into it??” He reiterated that yes we were, and I would get it.

Now the key point was this racist, violent outburst occurred in front of basically the entire cabin crew, as he had pressed his call button before exploding.

How did they react?

  • He was upgraded to Biz class
  • No one commented in any way about the incident to me
  • No one suggested any security for me

Now imagine we were flying into Perth and the racist threats were made by me to a POC.

  • I land strapped to my seat
  • I am met by cops at the airport
  • Every member of crew gives a statement
  • I get a life ban from the airline
  • My pic is in the paper as the poster child of racism

The only similarity is he ends up in Biz class in both scenarios.

Now in the current environment I do need to clarify a few things:

  • I’m not alleging systemic racism occurs every day and that I’m an oppressed person who can blame all misfortune on others
  • I burned no minority businesses or housing towers in protest at the racist treatment
  • I did not invade restaurants demanding people give a white power salute in solidarity with me

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It’s OK to be White. Posted by Lezer Reiner Rudas

My not so young (but beautiful) wife went to shopping in a Key food grocery store in Brooklyn NY a few days ago. At the cashier desk came an black lady, and without any prelude or confrontation started to yell to my wife: “f* you WHITE TRASH”! My wife was flabbergasted. She went to the customer service, where the also colored supervisor practically dismissed the case. Unfortunately it happened many other times(!) in the public transportation similar situation, only the adjectives were different. Always black people aggressively insulted us, for minor issues (sitting place, black children’s behavior etc). We are normal white couple from Europe, and we don’t want to believe our eyes to see, how much the US changed since Obama era. Where to complain the next time when it’s occurs?

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Joe Bass

Are whites victims of reverse racism?

Absolutely went to American High School in Miami during the race riots in the mid 80’s was one of the few white kids in the school. The blacks were extremely racist towards the white students and violently so. Tons of beatings, shootings, sexual assaults by blacks against white students. It was HELL.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Tony Adams

What do you think is wrong with affirmative action?

I lost three great employment opportunities in my life where I pretty much had the job except for being a white male. First at the US Post Office in Washington, DC back in the 70s (the person who go the job, I was told got extra points for being a minority and for being over a certain age). Another opportunity, also in the 70s, was at the dream employer of the area for an entry position in the 70s (GE defense plant), nope, wrong color. Lastly, in the late 90s went through every stage of interviews at Alcoa for a great paying managerial position with 20 years of solid experience, the interview team (about ten of them) all seemed impressed and I thought for sure I got it. The HR Manager caught me as I was going out the door and said I did great, but the company wanted a female minority.

So, yeah, it sucks knowing your education and experience mean nothing – companies are forced to exclude viable candidates and are just looking to check the boxes. Funny that it doesn’t happen in low-end paying jobs, or at least I’ve never seen it.

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Working in Education Taught me Race-Realism; an excerpt from an American Renaissance, first-person account, article:

… After completing my Ph.D. (at the top of my class), I applied for dozens of professorships but could not get a job. I got an inkling as to why at the end of what seemed like a perfect interview. The committee members nodded in agreement at nearly everything I said, often smiling. Afterwards, all the committee members except the department chair left, and he asked me to stay behind. I dared hope he would offer me the job. Instead, he said, “I’ll deny saying it, but I want to save you the wondering. You are, by far, the best candidate for the job, but you don’t stand a ghost of chance of getting it. The dean has informed us that the next seven hires will be women or minorities.”

I was forced to go back to teaching inner-city kids… After three years, I landed a temporary one-year position as lecturer at a university. My office mate was a Hispanic woman… a truly unintelligent, abysmal teacher. At the end of the year, she was offered a tenure-track job and I was released despite outstanding student evaluations and even a student protest over the decision not to rehire me. I’ve since seen reverse discrimination become ever more extreme, along with the unfair denigration of white males in textbooks, college classes, sitcoms, news shows, etc., etc.

Source:Working In Education Taught Me Race Realism – American Renaissancehttps://www.amren.com/blog/2021/07/working-in-education-taught-me-race-realism/

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Gary Neely Lived inVermilion, Ohio(1981–2021)

As a white person, have you experienced black privilege?

Yes. When I came home from Nam in 68 & 71 I was turned down for numerous jobs because they were only hiring minorities. Same with Civil Service jobs

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Addy Khan Former Aa

As a white person, have you experienced black privilege?

My black friend had extra coupons for an item at the grocery store we were both attending. She gave me one of her coupons. We both bought the same item using the coupons. She cashed out before me. When I tried to cash out, the cashier (they looked Pilipino/Asian) refused my coupon saying it was outdated. I complained my friend had used the exact coupon with no questions asked, and after a bit of haggling, they let me use the coupon. My friend didn’t say anything, but she looked amused.

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David Stroud Former Contract Negotiator (1975–2012)J

As a white person, have you experienced black privilege?

An example from ancient history:

I used to work at the central credit department for Sears Roebuck in Pittsburgh (East Liberty). This was in the early days of “affirmative action” (early 70’s), and Sears was very pro-active in hiring Blacks and being as friendly to that demographic as possible. Even the Santa Clause posters in the stores were half Black and half white.

In the credit department, there were requirements for everyone. Punctuality was required. There was a dress code. Long personal conversations were prohibited (many employees were tasked with answering phones from the sales floor, and had to be available to take the calls).

Blacks ignored the rules, with impunity. There were numerous people who were fired for infractions while I worked there (about 18 months), but no Blacks were fired. Their dress, behavior, and lax adherence to the schedule were simply tolerated, because they didn’t want to be accused of racism for firing them.

Did that create any resentment among the “whites”? Of course not.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Dr. Jack Daniel, BSBA, MBA, PhD, CPA

How and when were you introduced to the fact you’re white?

I am listed as white on my birth certificate.

The significance of it did not hit me until I received my first job offer, it was oral as is standard and was to be followed up in writing once all negotiations had been settled. As someone fresh out of school, there was not a lot of negotiating, but there were a myriad of interviews, it was a stellar company – and it did business with the US government. My fiancé and I celebrated that night. We were going to make it after all.

Then they called me and said, the letter we promised you will not be coming, the government has just demanded we hire more minorities. So we are going to start our search a fresh. I will never forget that.

Lawsuits soon followed by others in similar predicaments, they were laughed out of court and treated like social misfits and yes….racists.

That was a long time ago, and it has only gotten worse.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Vincent Beers

How and when were you introduced to the fact you’re white?

It was around 8th grade, I was probably around 12 or 13 years old at the time and attending a Christian (Baptist) school.

Two black brothers (actual siblings) decided that they should beat up all the white boys and started by jumping me in a stairwell. They were laughing and calling out something about “Kick the cracker, kick the cracker” over and over again.

Unfortunately for them I had been training in martial arts since I was 6. They got a few good hits in on me before I was able to kick one of them in the balls, shove him down the stairs and then tossed the other one over the railing. One had a broken nose, the other a broken arm. I was bruised but mostly fine.

I was immediately suspended without being asked what happened and told to shut up (by the principal) when I tried to explain. He even brought me down to the punishment room and was getting out the paddle. They were allowed to beat your ass with a wooden paddle for infractions. I’d been hit with the paddle before for various minor infractions, late for class was a couple of whacks, talking back to a teacher was like 10 or so, etc. I’d never really complained about it as it was just part of life back then. Until that day, I knew i hadn’t done anything wrong and I wasn’t going to let him hit me with it. I told him point blank that if he tries to hit me with it I was going to beat his ass with it too and he needed to go fuck himself. He threatened to expel me, I told him I don’t care, my parents can stop paying you too.

In the meeting afterwards with both sets of parents present, when I tried to tell my side of the story (self defense) I was constantly interrupted and called a racist bigot by their mother. I looked her right in the face and told her I’ve never been racist before, but I fucking hate you and your kids and I hope you fucking die, then I threw a chair at her and walked the fuck out.

I never went back to that school and was back in public school the following week. My parents, who always had something to say about everything were eerily quiet about the entire thing. I know they got some of the tuition back but we never spoke about that incident again and there was no punishment.

After that I took a lot more notice of race and I’ve been attacked more than once simply for being white over the years, both verbally and physically, and all of them complete strangers. These weren’t people I had any contact with prior or had built up any animosity with.


Just to be clear the number of violent black people who have attacked me is a tiny number compared to the number of perfectly wonderful black people I’ve met in my life.

In fact if I were to list out the number of people who stepped up and helped me or saved me in the worst of times, I’ve gotten more help from black people than any other race. I’ve met great people of every race. But it’s an interesting foot note that both the best and the worst people I’ve ever met have all been black.

I would have preferred to not even make note of that racial distinction, but the violent ones seem to really want to beat it into me that I’m white and that alone is enough for them to hate me.

Trust me when I tell you, if I hate you, it’s because you’re an asshole or an idiot, it has fuck all to do with your skin color.

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Kelly La Rue Have visited all four corners of America and lived in three

What are the things that make some white Americans feel racially oppressed?Originally Answered: What are some examples of racism against whites?

I’ve been subjected to racism as a white in all Hispanic grade schools on the Mexican border. My sister and I were harassed mercilessly. This happened in two different schools.

Since we were not raised to understand racism (racism was a big issue for my mother and she didn’t want us to know about it) it was confusing because we didn’t know why we were singled out. No one would play with us or show us any friendship. It got so bad I was having physical symptoms. I grew to hate school. It took an effort each day to make myself go. Our mother finally moved us both times. My mother had never explained why the children despised us so it was an anomaly in my memory. I believe she must have been bitterly disappointed to see the racism she so hated acted out against her children. She finally moved us to the suburbs so we could attend an all white school.

Something broke in me after the second time and I was never the same. Had I understood what was happening I could have handled it better.

It wasn’t until years later when I moved back to the area and was again subjected to racism that I understood what had happened those many years before. This time I understood what was going on and didn’t take it personally.

Attempts to convince me there is no such thing as racism against whites will fail as an attempt by minorities to excuse their racism.

I expect minorities to take responsibility for their racism just as I expect whites to take responsibility for theirs.

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Nathan Cardinale

As a white person, how has anti-white racism affected you?

I shall keep my response on the tame side. I have experienced and seen far far worse than almost any black person these days will, at the hands of anti-white racists.

Instead, I’ll just cover the fact that I was jumped 3 times over the years, for being white. How do I know it was because I’m white? Because that’s what the black men said as they licked me in the head and ribs

First time I was 13. 3-4 black teens and their dad jumped me. Beat me till i was covered in welts. Mom had raised me that black people had it hard. So I ignored it.

Second time, I was 16. Jumped by 5 men, from 18-28 years old. Beat me bloody, used a metal bat on my ribs. Went to tell my parents, but walked in on them talking about their worries of me being racist (As I didn’t care the drug dealer living downstairs was killed by police for shooting a kid. He happened to be black)

Third time, I was 20. 4 men jumped me. Beat me to the hospital. Called the police. All 4 went to prison, only one has come out.

And again. Thats the light stuff of what happened to me. So, yeaaaahhh… Suffer from PTSD and a fear of black men, especially of the ghetto kind, like the ones in my neighborhood

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This is a comment, so it can’t be shared directly.Jon’s political corner · Jun 9Are cities in US that are black liberal controlled safer than cities in the US that are White conservative controlled?A few years back, I and three of my co-workers drove from our plant in Northern Indiana to an exposition at McCormick Place in Chicago. Our driver made a wrong exit and we ended up in a seedy South Chicago neighborhood. We hadn’t gone four or five blocks before a police cruiser roared up behind us w…(more)

From Darin Jones:

I grew up there in the late 60s and 70s and this skinny white boy got to bleed often for the lack of melanin in my epidermal tissue. Was hospitalized twice before middle school by racist, hate-filled blacks. My grandfather was robbed & murdered by five black men that then gang raped my grandmother, long before I was born. My dad’s business was robbed by armed black men many times and they threatened to ¨kill all the mutha fuckin honkies¨. Told one secretary she had one chance to open my dad’s safe or they were going to burn her face off with a road flare. Then I moved to Alabama when I was 16 -1/2 and saw how races could live together in peace. Quite the opposite from what Liberal Media tries to sell.

Now I live in Mexico and may never move back to the United States of Fear & Loathing. In the past 10–12 years I have watched the country that I loved turn into a propaganda filled dichotomy between black & white, left & right, gay & straight, insane & sane. Family pitted against family. Social Media to blame? I do not know. But it does not look very promising for the old Red, White and Blue.

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Timmy Smith Former Carpenter/Mason

Will a white man living in a black community face racism like a black man living in a white community?

Yes i grew up in peoria illinois or “little chicago” i got beat up quite a few times by groups for just being white. But thats not a reason to hate black people. You cant blame all for a few. Im sure you will have a lot of people claiming racism against whites dont exist but trying being the only white kid in a black school like me. Every race has pos and great people too. Im sure not every are is like that but it does happen.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Joy Broyles

Have you ever witnessed a black person being racist against a white person?

As a young child (4) I was called names and physically attacked. I was so confused why my attackers thought I was a piece of food (cracker) and how they could be do mean to me when we didn’t know each other. I was so upset about what happened but grew up just feeling sorry for them.

I have been escorted (one time by five employees! ) from some stores and told not to come back because I was the wrong color. Even though I really needed to buy some things there I felt sorry for them. It was an economically depressed area and they felt that they had to turn away paying customers. It’s a sad way to live.

People who never exchanged a word with me decided, based solely on my skin color, that I had certain beliefs and shared that with mutual friends and acquaintances. That was annoying.

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It’s OK to be White. Posted by Ricky Smith

I moved to SC from Germany. I was surprised about how some blacks are racist. I went to a fast food establishment and ordered my meal. I noticed a white lady had been waiting a good 20 minutes to get hers. Time went by and we both noticed when blacks came in to order they received their meal in less than 5 minutes. We both decided to talk with the manager. She came out and was also black. We explained to her we’ve been waiting for our food at least 30 minutes. We said others came in and received theirs in 5 minutes. She just went to where they were preparing each meal. You could see a screen with each order. Plain as day. She came back and said they lost your meals. We both were furious at this point. We requested to get corporates number which she gave us. We called right then and explained what happened. How can you loose an order when you can see it on a screen.. The woman used my phone to talk with them. She said she’s been waiting more than a hour. She also said I guess we’re not the right color. You’ve got to be incredibly stupid or racist to loose an order. Corporate apologized for this treatment. They wanted to talk with the manager so I gave her my phone to use. She talk and seemed upset from the conversation. She gave back my phone and had us wait. She came out with 2 $50 gift cards for us to use. She wanted our meals free of charge. We both refused anything from this establishment. I can see them spitting and or putting bugars in our meal. We both thanked her for the cards and left. Never to return to this racist establishment. You think as a paying customer, no matter what your color, you should not be treated like this. So it seems whites are racist automatically just because of our skin color. I think blacks should look in the mirror and change their racism over Caucasians. I’m happy in my skin and proud of it. You got a problem with that you’ll just have to get over it.

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A follow-up to a story I already shared here: It’s OK to be White. Posted by Lilly Mcgill

I called the district attorney’s office to find out of I can have a battery charged modified to a hate crime charge. I have reason to believe the sucker punch from a black woman was racist.

The elderly white receptionist said; “You’re white it’s not a hate crime.”

I asked her how does she know she replied; “ We’re white, we are the majority, I don’t know how it could be a hate crime.”

After I hung up I felt like I lost a couple brain cells.

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It’s OK to be White. Posted by Lilly Mcgill

Five months ago I was jogging at a park when I was sucker punched by a black female jogger who made a b-line into me. I reported her to marshals, they found in the park. I made a report she got a citation. That is how I obtained her name. She has nearly 1000 friends and ALL are black. Not even a few random white people. I’ve heard of black people making random attacks on Asians and maybe whites. I’m wondering if this is a black community thing, like they’ve discussed making random attacks since this is something new?

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Jim Miller Land Surveyor 

Have you ever experienced racism in the USA?

Yes. I graduated from college in a period similar to 2008. I traveled all over the Southeast looking for a job. I was 27 and had real world experience including leading crews, good grades, and letters of recommendation from my professors. I went in several offices and talked to many owners and HR people. I was told, in varying degrees of subtlety, that they would hire me if I wasn’t a white male. All of them were under fire from Affirmative Action to hire women and minorities. The problem is, while there was and is a disparity, not very many people period take the science path and fewer still have experience. Most are Asian, Indian, and white men, especially at that time. I realize this is small potatoes compared to the other races but it does exist. I still remember a crusty old guy with a wall full of degrees and certifications asking me what the item in my resume stating that I was experienced with surveying instruments meant. I told him that I would be eligible to take the LSIT exam that year and the PLS six months after I passed that. He started calling around trying to find a temporary place for me until he could clear his quota problem. I had already been to most of them. He finally turned to me with, no joke, tears in his eyes and said “I could tell you get your boots and be at my Superfund site in New Orleans after the Fourth of July”. I informed him my bags and boots were in my truck in his parking lot and it was about a 2 hour ride from his office in Mobile, Alabama. Unfortunately, he would lose his 8 figure contract if he hired me. That was July 2, 1983 and, after busting skull to get my degree, I came back home and got a job as assistant surveyor on a bridge project and returned to my father’s surveying company when one of his chiefs quit. I had vowed not to do that but I had little choice. I’ve never practiced geology. This was similar to Obamacare-laudable intentions with unforeseen consequences, at least by the advocates.

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Ron William Sole Proprietor Owner/operator Household Appliance (1983–present)

What are some of the instances of anti white racism? Originally Answered: Are there any examples of racism against white people?

Unlike the angry ones who have commented here and just whined in general about what THEY perceive as racism done to them, I was cite a typical REAL occurrence that my black girl friend and I experienced several times when we were together.

When we would be out and about together, we would sometimes be around black people, some of them young.

More than once we heard, “What are you doing with one of our girls/women/chicks and/or etc”.
Sometimes someone would say to her, “What are you doing with whitey? You belong with us”.

That was certainly a racist attitude which were actual experiences experienced by the two of us.

Because of the relationship Loanne, her family and I had together, I am not racist or a bigot.

They taught me more in real life than I could have learned anywhere else.
They were wonderful.

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Crysti Drake Substance Abuse Peer Specialist (2018–present)

What are some of the instances of anti white racism?Originally Answered: Are there any examples of racism against white people?

There are. I use public transportation. A few weeks ago, I was behind a black woman, both of us were getting on the bus. She had a reduced bus pass, you’re supposed to have the reduced I.D to use the bus pass. When the driver, who was a black woman too, asked for the black woman’s reduced I.D, she didn’t have one. The driver told her to have it the next time she got on the bus. I used my reduced bus pass, as well, and the bus driver asked for my reduced I.D. I couldn’t find it at the time, and I was told to get off the bus until I either paid full price for a bus pass, or could show my reduced I.D. When I asked why the woman in front of me was allowed to remain on the bus, as she had the same situation, and the driver shut the door in my face, and pulled away. I called and reported the behavior, but I noticed the other day, that driver was still driving the same bus. So, it’s not just one group of people getting racist acts done to them, it’s several.

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“Rough Encounters with Blacks” from the American Renaissance First Person Accounts archives:

At the end of college, I moved into a black neighborhood. “Why not?” I thought to myself. It was very affordable. And besides, I believed in equality and racial justice. When I first toured the property, there was a big crowd of black teenagers running around in the parking lot playing ball. “No worries,” I thought. Once I moved in, my attitudes about race got a wakeup call. The black tenants were often intimidating and unsettling. One time, a group of black men started following me for no apparent reason. After that, I started worrying a lot about my own personal safety. It was not uncommon for me to hear people screaming and shouting at each other through the walls. I breathed in fumes of marijuana smoke seeping through the walls on a recurring basis. I would stuff towels at the bottom of the door, and open the windows, but it didn’t make a difference. When I finally called the police about it, they did nothing. When I’d pull up to park at my own building, the kids loitering about would glare at me. One day, a brick smashed through my apartment window — it wasn’t even dark out, this happened in broad daylight. I knew I had to get out. I handed a letter to management to let me terminate my lease early. “I’m not welcome here,” I wrote.

But leaving didn’t end my negative experiences with blacks. Another time, I was walking through a poor black neighborhood and some black teenagers started following me. They were riled up and angry for no discernible reason. Then they attacked me, punching and kicking me. It was a whirlwind, and I was knocked to the ground. They kept beating me all the same. Plenty of black adults were outside when it happened, but they just watched. Nobody intervened, even while I was shouting for someone to call the police. By the end of it I was bleeding, my clothing was torn, and my glasses were broken in two. One of the old black men who had seen everything walked over to me, helped me stand up, and gave me a hug. As I started walking away, I shouted back at my attackers. One mentioned something about them getting a gun. The old man who had helped me warned me that I better get going, “or there ain’t gonna be a tomorrow.” Finally, the police showed up and escorted me away.

Another time, when I was out West, I was sitting at a bus stop, reading on my phone, and a black guy walked up to me, and said, “I’M GONNA STAB YOU!” I quickly got away and dialed 911. The officers came and questioned the two of us separately, then said to me that they couldn’t do anything unless I wanted to press charges in court. Funny thing: before my interruption, I had been reading on my phone about the uproar over a Starbucks employee calling the police on two black men in Philadelphia. “No, thanks, I don’t want to be famous,” I replied.

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What are some instances of white privilege that many Americans experience on a regular basis and because of that, don’t think all that much about, if at all?

Rick Chapman

Hmmm. Let me think this one through. Now, I was in the NYC school system attending Bronx schools when they were integrated in the 1960’s via busing. It was a fascinating experience. Let me explore the boundaries of what I was privileged to experience. Was it being constantly called a four-eyed Jew by my black classmates? I didn’t feel very privileged by that. (I wasn’t ethnically Jewish, and I did point that out, but I appreciated the sentiments being expressed. And I did wear glasses.) Was it being attacked physically in classroom by a couple of black classmates who were larger than me because I refused to be intimidated by them? I don’t remember a feeling of privilege washing over me at the time. I DID enjoy the experience of learning from a street smart friend on how to turn one of those old style Bic pens into a lethal weapon by driving it into an attacker’s trachea. (Sort of like what the Joker does in that Batman movie.) I almost succeeded in this endeavor and gained the reputation of being something of a honey badger, which made my life easier. I didn’t receive any accolades or bonus points on my acquired skill, though. How about the regular extortions for money? “Can I hold a dime, can I hold a quarter.” I refused to ever pay up, but the Jewish kids who did told me they didn’t feel privileged, just poorer. There was the time one of my classmates was seriously, seriously injured by a much larger black classmate and the white teachers at the school were very solicitous of the assailant. (I knew him and he was a nasty bastard.) He got off with a slap on the wrist. But that’s not really “white privilege,” is it. So, can’t really say I ever felt “privileged.” More like potential prey. It’s all a matter of perspective, you see. rick

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I was a red-diaper baby:

One of my sisters, who was 13 at the time, was raped when she attended a party on our block. One of the blacks repeatedly asked her to go upstairs to see his apartment. After several rejections, he accused my sister of racism. As a well-indoctrinated, guilt-ridden liberal, she had no choice but to go with him. Out of fear and shame, my sister did not share her story with us until she landed in a mental ward a couple of years later.

Another sister was raped by a black open-enrollment “student” at City College in a locker room after she attended a co-ed swim class. The prosecuting attorney told my sister it was an open-and-shut case because she did everything she was supposed to do: She reported the event immediately, gave a detailed description of the accused (including a bizarrely shaped goatee), and then went directly to the hospital. However, after all the evidence was given, when the jury was polled, the whites voted to convict, but the tribe hung together and hung the jury.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Hvitr Lodenba

What do you think is wrong with affirmative action?

In 1995 I was honorably discharged from the Air Force. I tried to apply for the LAPD and LAFD. At the time affirmative action was huge! LAPD accepted my application but told me I would not get an interview or be hired because I am white. The LAFD wouldn’t accept my application because I am white.

Here is the worst part and what made it so wrong. If you need the police or fire department, you want the best people to arrive regardless of race, not the best minority they could settle with.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Jim Miller

What do you think is wrong with affirmative action?

I graduated from Auburn with a Geology major and biology double minor. I was 27 and had been working on survey crews for my dad including running one for the last 8 years. Back then you could get your surveyor’s license with 6 years of responsible charge plus letters of recommendation and passing the two 8 hour exams so I was nearly a professional surveyor as well. I had real world experience managing workers. I spent over a week going from door to door asking companies for a job with the same answer. They were already in trouble with the government because of not meeting race and gender quotas so, despite my qualifications, I was unhireable. It left the companies with personnel and white guys like me without a job. One man literally cried when he saw my resume’ since the first thing he would have done was sent me to survey school. That’s what’s wrong.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Tony Williams

What do you think is wrong with affirmative action?

In a town next to my wife’s home town, they needed a water district manager. I had the requirements in manager of employees, engineering, hydraulic, electric, and systems management that were required.

I went in for my interview. They took one look at me and gave the job to the person that was not white in skin color.

I asked if the other person had the qualifications. They said no, but they were not allowed to hire a white man.

I wonder how much that cost them.

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Malcolm MacGregor, Grumpy Sr. Citizen (2013-present)

At the height of last year’s demonstration season, we four dared to visit a local IHOP restaurant, about 7 PM at night… we were 4 elderly white people, all carrying canes and moving with some difficulty in a season when restaurants were SCREAMING for customers, the staff decided not to wait on us. A black Muslim family (obvious by their dress) of 6 adults and two children came in right after us. They were fully waited on, and had their meals before we got our menus. Another woman, in a walker, and even more handicapped than us, needed assistance to get to a table…she received none, and was left to sit unattended, on the benches by the host’s podium. And so it proceeded. In a virtually empty restaurant, the black staff had unilaterally gone on strike against white patrons. The single black family were served, while we, who had arrived 5 minutes earlier, could not get a soda, much less a meal. After 45 minutes of waiting for our food, and watching the treatment given to other non-black patrons, we walked out. A letter to IHOP and to the franchisee went unanswered. Complaints to the Better Business Bureau , the City health department, and even the police, went unanswered. My Yelp and Google reviews were ignored and not published. I don’t know what Quora will do to this post. All this happened in the predominantly white area of Northern Pennsylvania — not a “hotbed” of anti-black racism (anti-Irish, anti-union, maybe) — where the black people were those emerging from the Anthracite mines every day! Does blatant anti-white racism exist? It happened right before my eyes that night.

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Anonymous. Have you ever witnessed a black person being racist against a white person?Yes, I’m going to answer anonymously as this will share personal information I’m not generally comfortable sharing with strangers on the internet. When I was 11 my father who was an architect had a job working on a project in the Caribbean. The opportunity to move there for a year came with the proj…(more)

Yes, I’m going to answer anonymously as this will share personal information I’m not generally comfortable sharing with strangers on the internet. When I was 11 my father who was an architect had a job working on a project in the Caribbean. The opportunity to move there for a year came with the project. My parents thought it would be a wonderful cultural experience and good for me to attend school there. The school had only a handful of white students for all grades. I was frequently bullied and made fun of for my skin color. There were times a game was played to run up and kick me from behind without me seeing which of the group did it. Once a girl invited me to come over and wanted to braid my hair into cornrows or as they called them canerows. Eager to make a friend and happy for the attention I let her. It took a long time. The next day at school she was waiting with a group of other girls to taunt me about how ugly and funny looking I was with them and spit on me and throw stuff at me. It was a set up. I was heartbroken and in tears because I had believed I was making a friend.I’ve come to believe racism is mostly about differences and tribalism. I was a minority that didn’t fit in there. If you are any different in substantive way from the majority around you then you are vulnerable to this behavior. I also know the idea of racism is viewed differently by different people. Some would say those black people cant be racist to white people because they never have institutional power to discriminate against white people on a societal level. Thus at most they argue they can only be prejudiced or discriminatory against individuals or groups. You can say this of any subset of human beings that don’t hold the majority to influence society. Which brings me to one of my biggest problems with the current social climate. It used to be we aspired to see each other as people skin color aside and sought equality of opportunity. The new race warriors of today heighten separation by focusing on skin color, victimhood, us vs them, and claim any time there is inequality of outcome the reason is racism.Recently in the Caribbean there was outrage on social media because while reading To Kill of Mickingbird two Asian students wanted to be able to say the N word in class just to facilitate discussion on its use in the book and its meaning today. A couple of the black students objected, others agreed. The teacher allowed it. The word was never used as a slur toward anyone. People on the internet were outraged black students feelings were ignored, that a racial slur could be uttered in the classroom and black students had to hear it. More than this many were highly critical of To Kill A Mockingbird being read or taught to students at all. They said it’s an outdated book portraying the oppressor as hero of the story where the black person is a voiceless victim and largely absent character. Yes, to some SJWs To Kill A Mockingbird is a bad book they would like to see dropped. Today’s anti racism is not the let’s come together anti racism of the past. It’s often more white people are tyrants who should be overthrown. White people are racists by default. Equality of opportunity is inadequate to redress their crimes only equality of outcomes will do. Forget that almost all groups have experienced terrible oppression at various times in the struggle to survive and get ahead in history. The more sensible approach is to acknowledge that we no longer accept such and move on, as we have with slavery considering almost no one finds it acceptable today. And if we want to talk about it constantly today let’s include things like black slavers, Native American slave owners, and the million or more white European Christians taken as slaves by Muslims between 1530 and 1780. Or the terrible prejudice and violence between different black tribal ethnic groups in Africa. It’s a one drum beat agenda driven perpetual victim narrative being driven today.I’m sure my views will get me labeled racist by some. Almost all white people are racist today by the standards some are setting. It kind of loses any weight or meaning for me. I do want to say though I don’t dislike black people based on what a few kids did or based on bad encounters with individuals here and there who happen to be black anymore than I would dislike all white people based on actions of a few. I have been in love with a black person, have friends who are black, admire many talented black people, find some black people very beautiful. I don’t believe black people should face discrimination for skin color. All should be given opportunity based on talent, work, ability, interest, character rather than on sexual preference, religion, ethnicity, skin color. They shouldn’t be given preference based on their sexual preferences, gender, ethnicity, religion, or skin color either except in cases those attributes are directly relevant such as religion if applying for priesthood or selecting a spouse who you want to have compatible sexual preferences.

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It’s OK to be White. 

Have you ever witnessed a black person being racist against a white person?

My best friend is black and he tells me I can’t go to his cousins house and some friends because they don’t like white people…….I hear that fuckin white boy used in derogatory fashion all the time.

My best friend is black and he tells me I can’t go to his cousins house and some friends because they don’t like white people…….I hear that fuckin white boy used in derogatory fashion all the time.

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It’s OK to be White. Answered by Leah Lee

Have you ever witnessed a black person being racist against a white person?

I have lived in white neighborhoods black neighborhoods and Hispanic neighborhoods and the most racism I have seen occurred in black neighborhoods against white people. It was manifested both and foul hateful words as well as in violence. Statistically blacks living in white neighborhoods have a very small chance of being beaten up however a white person living in a black neighborhood has a very high probability of being assaulted593 views34 upvotes2 comments

I went to a middle school where there were more black students than white ones. As a 6th grader I was punched, kicked, shoved and generally tormented by older black kids for the crime of being white. Back in the 70’s there wasn’t any intervention or anti bullying. Such was my experience.

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It’s OK to be White. 

Have you ever witnessed a black person being racist against a white person?

Yup. Went to an all black school for the first 3 yrs k-2. I was constantly bullied and ostracized for being white. Made me tough though

I was beaten up, bullied and ostracized for being white in elementary school by non-white teachers and non-white students. It got so bad that my mother had to remove me from school. I was blessed that my grandparents were able to afford to put me into a small private school (which was diverse, with many races, but which promoted peace and equality and thusly, I was treated as an equal not as sub-human)

94) It’s OK to be White. Ronald Downey, Welder/fabricator at MTW Industries Yup. Went to an all black school for the first 3 yrs k-2. I was constantly bullied and ostracized for being white. Made me tough though

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James Chaney, worked at Medically Retired Army/Iraq Combat Wounded Veteran (2005-2011)It’s OK to be White. 

Have you ever witnessed a black person being racist against a white person?

Many times, take fir instance I am white, when I served in the U.S. Army I went to the promotion board 3 times before giving up looking sharp in my Class A uniform(dress uniform) with all the promotion points needed, 40 out of 40 at the range, near perfect PT score and I did perfect at the board but…(more)

Many times, take fir instance I am white, when I served in the U.S. Army I went to the promotion board 3 times before giving up looking sharp in my Class A uniform(dress uniform) with all the promotion points needed, 40 out of 40 at the range, near perfect PT score and I did perfect at the board but instead of giving me my earned E-5 rank they split it and 5months later they decided to give me my corporal stripes but right behind me followed a an ate up black soldier that had in the past had some disciplinary marks on his record, much lower PT score, barely passed the range and he didn’t do well at the range walked out with his Sargent rank

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Brent Eads, Technical Architect, Security. 80s – Present at Tata Consultancy Services (1979-present). It’s OK to be White. 

Have you ever witnessed a black person being racist against a white person?

I have been verbally kicked out of a barbershop because I was white. New to the area, I had no idea but the barber wasn’t subtle about why my business wasn’t welcome. Kicked out of several bars because of my skin tone, even though I was someone else’s guest. Wrong place to be pale I suppose. Been call…(more)

I have been verbally kicked out of a barbershop because I was white. New to the area, I had no idea but the barber wasn’t subtle about why my business wasn’t welcome. Kicked out of several bars because of my skin tone, even though I was someone else’s guest. Wrong place to be pale I suppose. Been called cracker, honkey, KKK and many other epitaphs that I won’t mention because the OP would be “offended”. Now, keep in mind that I have lived all over the world from Saudi Arabia, Africa, South America, Europe (Germany, Czech Republic, England), etc. never seen such problems with race as I have been seeing here in the US as of late. OK, Saudi Arabia, your going to be treated like a second class citizen unless your Arab, let alone black or white. Sorry to break it to you SJWs but blacks can be very racist and be so for absolutely no reason. Most of us learned to keep our mouths shut after decades of berating us on the subject. Now, its gone too far and we are pushing back with reason.

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What’s it like for a white kid to go to a predominantly black school?

Jewish, but close enough I hope. My account was published elsewhere, and I’ll reproduce it here:

I was only 11-years old, and all I knew about black people was that they were victims of historic oppression. This is what I had been told by my parents, my father in particular, who had been stationed in the South during Jim Crow, and had seen segregation first hand.

But from the first day on, chaos reigned. I soon realized that this school was a dangerous place. If I knew what was good for me, my main priority would have to be safety — not education. I spent a total of four years in black schools, and during that time, I had a knife to my throat, witnessed a white student get his teeth knocked out, and was threatened almost every day.

One day, while sitting on a bench between classes, a black kid sat next to me, and asked me, “What are you?” I didn’t feel like discussing my ethnic background with him, so I gave him evasive answers, and told him I’m just a regular American. He persisted, “Then why are you brown? As long as you ain’t no Jew. I don’t like Jews.”

It wasn’t just the students who were obsessed with race and ethnicity. The administration actually inventoried us by race. Once during gym, the coach conducted a racial survey of his students. Obviously, he had been told to do so by his superiors, and he had a sheet just for this purpose. As he proceeded through the class, he pointed to each student, “black, black, black, black, Mexican, black, white, black. . .” When he got to me, he felt it necessary to ask, and I felt uncomfortable. I answered, “Just regular.” There was vexation and awkwardness, but after a few seconds, he checked something off on his sheet and that was that.

Even though my family was secular, nevertheless, they instilled a sense of Jewish pride in me. So when I encountered a large black student harassing another student, who looked Jewish, I felt obliged to intervene. Unfortunately, I was scrawny, and stood no chance against the bully. Luckily, a larger black kid saw what was happening, and intervened on my behalf, diffusing the situation.

One experience stands out in my memory. It took place in Latin class. Our instructor was a Polish Catholic who survived the Nazi concentration camps. He probably had many tales to tell which would have made our class a fascinating one — except for the fact that he was terrified of his own “students.” Clearly, he had experienced abuse similar to what I had experienced. It bothered me to contemplate an old man, who had already gone through so much suffering in his life, being tormented by the brutes that passed for “students.”

This Latin instructor had set up a political system in his class whereby the students would elect a president, a secretary, and other officers. It was unclear which duties each “official” would have in class and it was unclear what was supposed to be accomplished through such a system. What was clear from the start, however, was that the black students would use this system to purge the class of any non-blacks. There were only about five non-blacks out of roughly 30 students. When the blacks overwhelmingly elected a white student as “president,” the boy was initially happy. But, as the harassment increased and the threats and attacks mounted, the white “president” soon realized that he had been targeted for elimination from the class. Electing him “president” was only a way of targeting him, making sure he couldn’t keep his head down and keep from being noticed.

After the first white “president” dropped the class to avoid this torrent of harassment, the blacks moved on to a second white student and did the same to him. He was duly elected, and then relentlessly bullied until he couldn’t take it anymore and stopped coming to class. After he left, the only white girl in the class switched classes before she could be elected to anything. They then elected a Hispanic student. He left immediately. When they started the next election, it was obvious that I, as the only non-black remaining, would be chosen. Indeed I was. For the rest of class that day, I was subject to objects being thrown at me, getting gum stuck in my hair, and incessant taunts. All this was right in front of our teacher — who feared too much for his own safety to do anything about it.

The moment class was over and I stepped outside, they were all waiting for me. Nearly 30 blacks stood around me: slapping me, throwing things, lobbing racial slurs, and making threats. More blacks from other classes soon joined in. But by then I’d learned that showing fear only makes matters worse, so I kept steadily walking, ignoring them all as much as possible. One of them said, “those Mexican sho’ is cool (back then “cool” meant “fearless”),” apparently taking me to be some kind of Hispanic. Just before reaching my next class, a stone whizzed past my head just missing me and hitting the wall in front of me with a loud thump, reminding me that although surviving in black environments requires grit and ingenuity — luck is just as important.

The knife incident was also illuminating. I was sitting outside waiting for my next class when two tough blacks approached me out of the blue. One of them put a knife to my throat and said, “I don’t like the way you look.” Luckily for me, this incident didn’t last long; an attractive black girl had been walking by and saw what was happening. She said, “Why are you messing with him? Y’all should come with ME!” Even though group differences are real, good people can be found in every demographic. That black girl may well have saved my life.

Eventually, my family left California, and I was out of danger. Those four years of forced busing had left me traumatized, and filled with a desire to reconnect to my Jewish roots.

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Answered by Mansfield Lovell

Do most universities have a racist culture?

I have the pleasure of raising a very capable fifteen-year-old son. I home educated him and started at the local community college when he was thirteen. I graduated him from my private homeschool high school when he was fourteen so he could enjoy the benefits of early registration for science classes.

The early college people made us jump through hoops obviously designed to make us give up. First it was one requirement and then another. I had all of them met in advance, but no other student has to produce the documents we did.

The student demographics of the school are two thirds Hispanic. No problems with the kids, but the administration there didn’t give a damn about a fourteen-year-old, high achieving white child. Since that time, he has continued to earn a 4.0 GPA, in difficult classes such as medical terminology and modified diets. He wants to enter the medical field. Success is the best revenge!

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I Became a Race Realist Growing Up in Gary, Indiana

From Amren First-Person Accounts:

The racial tensions were sharp. At New Jefferson school, within walking distance, where I attended third and fourth grade, my brother and I were often chased by black bullies who kept us in constant fear when school let out. There were certain neighborhoods we knew we were not allowed to go. Menacing blacks told us that a local park with a large hill — one of the few in the area suitable for sledding — was off limits…

I respected my grandmother. I couldn’t understand the hypocrisy of whites who carefully arranged their lives to avoid blacks, yet lectured people like her on race relations. I could understand even less the tendency to blame whites for all racial problems when, from what I could see, real racial animosity came mostly from blacks, not towards them…

I attended the Lutheran Church, which was on the block next to my grandmother’s house. When I graduated from first communion at age six or seven, only one of the three graduates was black, but now the membership was majority black. Once, a kindly white church lady, sensing that I was being excluded by a group of blacks, told me that someone in a minority may sometimes feel excluded and that I shouldn’t be resentful…

The decay continued to spread into Glen Park towards Merrillville. The basement apartment where my mother and I lived in Glen Park was burgled. During a school-bus strike, I had to ride my skateboard home from school, since bicycles were stolen even when they were chained up. I was menaced by a black who didn’t think I should be in his neighborhood. More and more Glen Park businesses closed.

The city buses were used as school buses. Students dropped coins into the fare box when they boarded, just like on any other bus, and one of the black drivers held his hands over the coin slot, taking the money for himself. None of the black students had any objection to this, but I reported it. I was about the only white on the bus, and I was immediately suspected of being the “rat.”

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From Amren First-Person Accounts:

Moving to New York City to attend Columbia University opened my eyes. I’ve been physically assaulted three times near campus, and all of the perpetrators were black women. I’ve been screamed at on the street by a black man who told me he hates white people and that if I looked him in the eyes he would kill me. In my classes, rich black students spoke of the oppression they faced, and lectured me about my “white privilege,” despite the fact that I grew up poor. I experienced first hand the hate that so many Marxists have for whites.

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Anonymous

What are some personal examples of racism experienced by white people at the hands of other races?

I’m not a non hispanic white. I’m a white cuban american from Tallahassee.

In 2019 me and my sister were harassed by a group of black men. We’re extremely lucky because they could’ve done anything.

They confronted us and told us to leave America right now or they will become ” tough guys”.

They asked our names and addresses. They told us that we’re not white and we’re ”white passing slaves”.

They told hundreds of dirty words toward us for 15 minutes then they left. We could see the hate towards white people in their eyes.

We’re lucky that they didn’t ask us about our political views.

If they found out that we’re Republicans then she would’ve been raped and I would’ve beaten to death.

That was a terrible experience.

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What are some personal examples of racism experienced by white people at the hands of other races? John Hughes, Interested Bystander

I lived for a year in an all-black neighborhood. I was the only white person for ½ mile around. During that year my apartment was robbed 5 times. I was pulled over by the police because I “didn’t belong there”. My car was vandalized repeatedly. I was refused service at the local mart. I was attacked on occasion and called racial slurs on a daily basis by the youngest toddler to the oldest matriarch. When I asked the few people that would converse with me why this was happening I always received the same answer, “Because you’re white.”

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It’s OK to be White Fay Verde

What can Americans who are called “Black” and Americans who are called “White” do to become better friends who help each other to make the world a better place for everyone?

just stop interfering and trying to stir up racial hatred from CRT or BLM or XYZ saying stupid hate filled blame game crap that isn’t real for today at all.

when i was a little kid, my sister and i tried to play with some new black friends on the playground. their mom got very nasty with us and told us to go home, since her kids could only play with black kids. BUT THERE WEREN’T ANY. Her son started to cry as he didn’t like his mom to say that and we were just starting to have fun when she interfered.

Does that give you any idea?

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It’s OK to be White. Matt Chapman

Many people think the term “white privilege” is just a more delicate way of saying “F*** you” to whites. How true is this?

My daughter, 13 years old and the only white kid in her class has been being bullied and tortured for being “a white bitch”. She cries daily. When I confronted the school, one of the parents in the conference said “well she needs to learn how it feels.” Ummmm….yea…white privilege is bs…there is none.

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Todd Dennis

Do minorities get special treatment?

I’ll only say this:

My 94 year old grandfather suffered a fall, and was unable to care for himself. My father is a retired heart attack survivor, who is limited in how he can care for him (He couldn’t lift him, for example). And I work.

We tried, and tried to get him assistance. We were told in no uncertain terms: “You’re on your own.”

I mean that literally. One particularly nice lady actually said to us “You never heard this from me, but if your father (My grandfather) was a minority, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”

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Grace Worthington

Do minorities get special treatment?

In some ways. My example has to do with college costs.

My friend (the minority) and I both applied to the same school. In many ways, we are very alike. We are from the same neighborhood, have similar (high) grade point averages, we are involved in similar extracurriculars, and our parents make similar incomes.

Her dad is a computer scientist, while my mom is a nurse manager. We both only have one working parent. They recieve very similar salaries, with my families just being a little higher because my stepdad started getting social security (not a lot). Yet when we applied to the same school, my tuition came out as being estimated as costing triple hers (hers is $10,000 a year while mine is $30,000).

How can this be when we are so alike? Like I said, we are both high achieving students with parents who make decent money. Hers was already a little lower at $22,000 because her test scores were a little higher, and her families income level is slightly below mine. But still, that’s only $8,000. So where did the other $12,000 come from?

Simple. Her parents immigrated from India before she was born. She is a first generation American who is also Hindi, a female, and not white. She checks almost every minority box. That’s where the other $12,000 comes from.

Meanwhile, I check only one minority box, and that is I’m female. Other than that, I’m pretty basic. I’m a white, Christian American from a family who has lived here for so many generations, we’ve long ago lost count.

So I have to pay triple tuition, largely because I’m white and she’s not. I’m not saying white privilege doesn’t exist, but in this case I have to admit that not being a minority has certainly come back to bite me.

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It’s OK to be White.

Kris Ihli

Many people think the term “white privilege” is just a more delicate way of saying “F*** you” to whites. How true is this?

Yes there is white privilege, it happened to my family.

We lived in Long Beach in a minority neighborhood. I was in High school, my younger brothers in elementary school. They enjoyed white privilege in that they were released from class 5 minutes before the minorities were.

This was so they could get a running start, and get some distance away from the school before the fastest minority kids could catch up with them and hold them till the crowd arrived and beat them up. This happened everyday in they went to that school.

Fortunately none of my family are racist, although we have plenty of reasons to be.

I should call these people of color the majority as the white people were the minority in this school.

Unfortunately majorities tend to discriminate against the minority in many cultures.

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Barbara WadeS

What’s the most underhand thing your in-laws have ever done to you? How did you respond?

My MIL doesn’t like the fact that her DIL is white. She hates me for no other reason than that and one time we (husband and I) were going into her house to visit her. He walked in and she locked the door before I could come in. OMG I am SURE the neighbors were saying white girl done gone crazy because I called her out her name (which I had never done up to that day) told my husband come on we are leaving (his old girlfriend “happened to be visiting) he looked at his mother, shook his head and followed me. We never went to her home again and the racial tension in the family hit an all time high. Fast forward to 2015, my husband passed away and we couldn’t even have a funeral because of the way the black side of this family acted. So sad and unbelievable! People can say whites are prejudice all they want but we never encountered it from white people only the black community and it was usually (95% of the time) black women

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Cereal Killer

What will happen if we ignore the “white is okay” movement? Can anybody else see the danger in a vast group of people, grievously wronged, who will not tolerate being society’s scapegoats in the way the racial minorities were forced to?

I have been descriminated against so bad for being white that its rediculous. I couldnt get funding for college when it was being handed to black people like candy, I couldnt get food stamps when I needed them while every black person walked out with $600, ive been passed over for jobs because they needed to hire a black guy even though I was more qualified…The list goes on and on and all I hear about is how tough it is for blacks and dealing with white privilege. Id love to get a piece of that privilege they complain about so much cause i havnt seen it. Now the media demonizes white people just for being alive. Im gonna be 100% honest with you, I never cared what skin color anyone was before all this but now that I know were fighting a war for our very survival, I chose my side

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Patrick Mccormack

I’m still waiting for my supposed white privilege to help me out in any way in life.

My last boss was half Puerto Rican and half black and would dock anyone’s performance review that was white. She was openly heard saying “if your not my skin color or darker I don’t want to work with you.”

If experienced a lot fo the “fuck whites” mentality.

Myself or any of family members are not involved in banking, the government, any positions of power so I’m not exactly sure where our white privilege is.

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American Express Employees Tell of Anti-White Racism

“I wanted to move up really bad. I did everything I was supposed to do in terms of trainings and extra work. I was on committees, going out of my way to be helpful, being a leader on team calls and national calls,” the employee told FOX Business. “I saw the writing on the wall: There’s no way I can get promoted because of the color of my skin.”

The workplace culture at American Express changed drastically in the wake of the death of George Floyd, the former employee said. First came politically charged CEO statements about various news events, then employee training sessions focused on “microaggressions” and “unconscious bias,” and then the employee recalled seeing racial minorities promoted far more than White people…

“Before this happened, they would tell you how you would move up. ‘These are the steps you would take,’ et cetera. No longer did that matter because all that matters now is the color of the candidate’s skin,” the former employee said. “I would see these emails showing who got promoted. I’d say nine times out of 10, it was a Black person in that role.”

“You’re told, ‘If you work hard enough and you do the right things, you can move up in this company.’ That’s no longer the case at American Express. They’re only promoting Black people,” the ex-employee said.

“This is reverse discrimination against White people…”

“I do think that minorities are treated preferentially at American Express,” a former employee of mixed-race heritage told FOX Business. This ex-employee said that the company “would not allow a director to make any hiring decisions unless there were enough Black people in the candidate pool.”

The mixed-race former employee also described a situation in which his supervisor said “it would be advantageous and important for me to note that I am a minority when I apply for internal promotions.”

A current employee also told FOX Business that American Express has singled out Black employees for promotion, “first and foremost.” They said the trend began over the past five years under the current CEO, Steve Squeri. “I would even go as far as saying that the probability of a White male getting a senior leadership position is very rare,” this current employee said.

The current employee said they had worked at American Express for many years and they “value American Express as a company. But the company that I came to work for is no longer the company that I work for.”

The current employee, who is also mixed race, told FOX Business that Amex caters to Black employees, and it only spends “a fraction of time on any other group.” They said this practice makes “colleagues that aren’t Black feel small or unwelcome. When there’s a diversity and inclusion push and it only includes one race, that’s very diminishing for other races out there.”

Neither of the mixed-race sources is part Black.

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How do white people who have experienced real hate crimes at the hands of POC feel about the wave of false POC victimization sweeping the world?

I have in fact been the victim of POC, I was 13, I had 25 stitches in my mouth, I lived in a mostly White area and the only black people in the neighborhood probably for miles did it me.

My brother and I were riding our bikes and for some dumb reason my brother decided to scream at them, they chased us down, and being 13, and naive, and not understanding that they are animals I stopped and sent my brother ahead, I tried to reason with them and I got beat with a PVC pipe.

You can’t reason with criminals, you have to accept that we are not the same, we just aren’t their are many biological differences, IQ being one, and no it’s not because of social injustice, it’s because they are essentially people with IQs in the almost retardation range, that are allowed to own guns, drive, ECT. I am not saying that all are, but the majority are, so yes, I would be right to be more worried about a black male behind me than a White man behind me, because numbers don’t lie. Hard lesson to learn, but I did and now I make sure that I don’t make that mistake ever again.

113.

No. I lost a job to a minority. I applied for a job at an oil refinery. They called me in for a second interview, only to tell me that while I had the highest test scores, corporate said that they needed more minorities, so I didn’t get the job.

114.

An amusing story for you. This is true..all of it, it happened to me.

In my prior career I was an environmental building inspector. My main job was to inspect buildings that were to undergo renovation, for environmental hazards (mostly asbestos and lead, but also structural soundness, etc.)

I’d been doing this line of work (at the time) for seven years and had recently applied with the city to do it for them (better pay, benefits, etc.)

I never got an interview, in fact I never even got a call, so I quickly forgot about the job. One sunny day I was overseeing an especially sensitive and difficult jobsite, when a young female oriental came to my jobsite holding a clipboard in her hands.

She wasn’t wearing a hardhat (mandatory) nor steeltoed boots (also mandatory) but she showed her papers as being the new building inspector for the city.

The job foreman was standing next to me and paled visibly. I thought about it for a moment and asked her how long she had been on the job.

About two months she said.

About the same time that job opening (the one *she* currently had) I had applied for, had been filled.

I asked her what her qualifications were.

She looked puzzled and said she had just completed a four year degree.

In what I asked?

Biology.

I told her, and I quote verbatim “You get the fuck off this jobsite and don’t you *ever* come back! I’ll be goddamned if I let some affirmative action hiree tell me how to run this jobsite!”

If you can’t tell, I was *pissed*.

She ran off crying.

The job foreman, though visible relieved told me I was nuts to say that to her.

I told him “That girl hasn’t the faintest fucking idea what she’s doing, not to mention she’s not licensed (it takes a minimum of six months to get a state license to inspect these types of sites) and hasn’t even got the common sense to wear safety equipment on a construction site. I will *not* endanger this site, or your crew by taking orders from some flunky. And if she returns, I’ll kick her out again.”

She never returned and the job continued smoothly.

Now before you flame me for being a cold heartless bastard (which I am, but that’s besides the point) consider the point:

An obvious affirmative action hiring in a field where making bad, or uninformed decisions can cost lives.

But hey, it’s one more minority that has a job right?

Right?

Jelly.

“Reverse” Racism? – Ars Technica OpenForum

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From American Renaissance First-Person Accounts:

Back in the 1990s, after a personal financial calamity, I found myself looking for an affordable place to live near an urban center where I worked. I picked an area that had delightful architecture, which was once a white neighborhood, but had become a predominantly non-white one during the previous 40 years.

Rents were low and in my price range and I hoped to eventually be able to purchase a home. As I’d been raised to believe “multicultural” anti-white nonsense, I approached my new neighbors with what I thought was no preconceived expectations of their behavior or attitude — but I now realize I fully expected them to have my white sensibilities.

I soon had a litany of personal experiences to educate me. First, my car was broken into. Then fast talking non-white woman bamboozled my trusting, elderly father who lived with me into letting her in to “use the restroom” while I was at work — of course, the house was burgled in the process. Our mail service was terrible, important letters were put in other people’s boxes and we got theirs. When I complained to the USPS, the non-white mail carrier made sure the service got even worse. There were a host of other encounters with non-whites, from sales clerks, to insurance agents, to real estate agents, and more that consistently kicked dirt in my face when it came to my expectations of proper behavior and manners.

After a few years, I purchased my dream fixer-upper in the same neighborhood (I guess you could call me a slow learner) a 100-year-old grand Victorian. I spent two years remodeling and renovating, doing 95 percent of the work myself and brought this stately home back to life. It was my pride and joy. What was the reaction from the predominantly non-white neighbors? I thought, surely they would be delighted that someone has taken an interest in their neighborhood and invested time, money, and energy. Wrong. The front yard I lovingly restored was received with hails of broken liquor bottles. Someone defecated on my front porch. Someone else poisoned my dog. Other white neighbors got similar treatment.

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From American Renaissance First-Person Accounts:

I was a department manager for a retail store. I had several women and young men working under me: eight whites, three Hispanics, and one black woman. I was on very friendly terms with all of them, especially the women close to me in age. The black womanhad never crossed the Mississippi River. She was very interested in “the South,” and was always asking me about it. She told me she was scared to go to Southern states because of the lynchings and church burnings. I told her it wasn’t like that at all, that a few bad things had happened there, but that for the most part, the races got along. In hindsight, I should have wondered why she was always asking me questions, but I was young and I never would have predicted what was to come.

We gave employees their birthday off with pay. We tried to give it the day of their birthday, but that wasn’t a guarantee. If our department were say, having a big sale or it was inventory time, you would get a day off with pay close to — but not necessarily on your birthday. That’s what happened with my black employee. She wanted her exact birthday off, but unfortunately, it fell on a Saturday during a huge sale, and all employees would have to be there. Two days later, I was called to the office of my store manager. He said that a racism complaint had been lodged against me. The woman had told him that I wouldn’t give her the exact day of her birthday off because she was black. When the store manager told her this wasn’t the case, that the sale was at fault, not me, she told him that I had been “subtly threatening” regularly by telling her stories about the South and how blacks were treated there.

I could not believe she had said all this. I started crying. I was a single mother who worked hard at her job and strove to treat all her employees well. Thank God the store manager saw through this black woman’s ploy and stuck by me. But I was still in a state of disbelief. This whole time, I had thought she and I were pretty close: I had even had her over at my home for lunch several times over the years. After her complaint, she was transferred to another department. Every time we passed by each other, she would put on a mean scowl and look the other way. I was told to never speak to her again and to never bring this up with her.

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It’s OK to be White Angela Bingham

Why don’t most white people speak up when they are the victims of racism.? Is Victimization just not our thing?

Yes and no. When I have, no one cared.

Growing up I was told if I fail at something, it’s because I did not try hard enough. Even as a girl, I was never told that being female was an excuse to do less. I was told that no one would pay for my college, I’d need a scholarship, and that other kids parents pushed them harder so I’d be in for competition. Granted, my parents were kinda crazy, literally both diagnosed as bipolar, so their parenting skills were not strong. I grew up learning if I needed or wanted it, I had to find a way for myself. If I couldn’t, or needed someone else to help, I would likely just do without. Don’t whine, don’t complain, tantrums are no accepted, control anger, don’t cry in front of people.

From what I see being taught to people now, everything is someone else’s fault. If they fail a test, it was written badly. If they din’t go to class, the expectation is unrealistic. If they feel awkward, it’s not because thatks just life, it’s because someone is micro aggressing against them.

In other words, I grew up being responsible for me just shy of pioneer age, like around 5–7 I was given a clock and a watch and told where to meet the bus, or the way to school so I could walk. Learned stranger danger but it was on me to be observant and acoid white vans handing out candy, to be at school on time, home in the expected time, and leave everyone alone.

Others had no such expectations and responsibility is an undue burden to them.

When I did speak up:

I went to three high school thanks to parental misappropriation of rent (mom didn’t pay it, so we moved several states away to her dad’s, who kicked us out because he was scared of my sociopath father). In high school #2, we were homeless when I started mid school year. By the grace of a kind elderly Christian couple, we had a warm room to stay in during Tennessee January. But, we were very poor. Dad was job hunting, mom was doing heck if I know, and I was in 9th grade.

This small town school north of Nashville self segregated every day in every way. I grew up in Washington DC, had lived near Baltimore, in Tampa, New Orleans, and this was a new one for me. I soon realized being white was a good way to get ganged up on. The homemaking teacher the year prior had been put into the ICU by some students for being white. So when in homemaking I started getting threats from a black girl and her friends, armed with the sewing shears, demanding money from me because ‘white people have money’, when I barely had enough underwear for the week, or lunch money, I went to the office for help. I was told the best they could do was change my class schedule.

Other than that, I’ve never complained. I pretend to not hear things, and in South Texas I just look like no comprendo, in spite of understanding a smattering of Spanish.

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It’s OK to be White John Smith

Why don’t most white people speak up when they are the victims of racism.? Is Victimization just not our thing?

I was attacked from behind once, the person came up from behind me and hit me across my arm with a piece of rebar. I had never seen this person before or talked to them or anything but when I turned around he was still holding that piece of rebar like a baseball bat and I just asked him this question “Have you lost your ever loving mind boy?” And luckily for him my friend was there and I listened to him but I sure regret doing that. I started to reach for my knife and handle this like I normally would but for some reason my friend told me not to. It was the one and only time I have ever called the cops and I will never make that mistake again. When they got there he told them that I had called him the N word and I don’t know what else but it was all lie’s and there were plenty of witnesses but I am the one who almost went to jail. That was in Florida. In Texas I accidentally bumped a black guy with the door as I was going outside of the Greyhound to smoke and when I tried to apologize he got a attitude with me which caused things to escalate and when the cop walked up he had a push broom handle he was getting ready to hit me with and the cop saw it but guess who went to jail.

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Fatochre

Has anyone ever been racist to you, as a Caucasian person, without knowing your partner is of Black/Asian/Middle eastern, or any other race, and how did you deal with it?

My wife is black. She lost an entire group of friends because of me. It really broke her down I think to see that the narrative she had been fed her whole life was actually reversed. Don’t want to piss anyone off,. But my very real experience at 50 years of age,,, most minorities in Georgia, where I was born and will die, are racist. As a service plumber I have been treated like crap and have even been told that I was a white mother f@#$_r. On more than one occasion

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My husband & I visited the one in Lawrenceville this last weekend. We use to love Pappadeauxs. We both took clients to the one on Jimmy Carter for years. And when heading home from the airport would stop, knock down a couple dozen oyster and get dinner to go. The last several times we’ve been.. we tried the one in Marietta, Alpharetta and most recently Lawrenceville, the wait times were so bad, we just left. (the one in Norcross is busy but we have always been able to sit at the bar). We started seeing a pattern and that was confirmed this weekend in the Lawrenceville location. When we arrived (rather early for dinner so not “rush hour”), )after a 3 hour drive from Callaway and an accident on 85.. I went to the Ladies room , my husband sat at the bar.. plenty of empty seats all divided by plexiglass. The “hostess ” came over and said we cant sit there.. She said.. that we had to put our name on the list FOR A BAR SEAT (not the bar tables mind you, the bar) and that it was a 1 HOUR WAIT TO SIT AT THE BAR!!. 70% of the bar seats were empty ! Then I see a black couple being seated at the bar and then another two black Ladies being seated at the bar…and then an Asian couple… theres NO line in the atria waiting to sit at the bar… We’re older and white and it was clear to us, they did not want us there. An HOUR to sit at the BAR! An EMPTY BAR! We left, then I decided to talk w the Manager. A very nice Lady, she didnt hesitate when I said we felt discriminated against, apparently shes heard it before. She cleaned one of the many empty kiosks at the bar and seated us rather promptly.

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121.

From American Renaissance First-Person Accounts

I am a white man in his mid-twenties who grew up in a middle-class home. My mom was a liberal public school teacher and was passionate about helping “oppressed” immigrants and minorities. She taught at inner-city schools and worked as a missionary in Haiti and Mexico. Looking back, I realize I was deeply influenced by her — especially since I had no real father figure. I was taught to not see color, and that in general, the reason why minorities and immigrants struggle in America was because of racist whites.

I was a rebellious teenager, and made plenty of trouble for myself throughout high school. Eventually, my bad behavior made my mom decide to pull me out of my majority white school and enroll me in the almost exclusively black school she taught at. She thought the black kids would “straighten me out” and “show me what it’s really like to have it bad” — but that isn’t what happened. Instead, I ended up coming to admire the black “gangster/thug life” and started using drugs and causing as much trouble as ever.

The next year she sent me back to the majority white school I had been pulled out of, but the trouble didn’t stop. I began using more and more drugs, and became addicted to Oxycontin. After that it was a downward spiral. I was willing to do anything to get the drug, and I started hanging around bad characters. By the end of high school, I was selling drugs and robbing people in order to fund my addiction.

Not long after I graduated, my parents kicked me out and I started “couch-surfing,” while still selling and using drugs. This ended with me going to a treatment center for a year and a half — but once I left, I quickly picked up my bad habits once again. I started selling crack and other drugs in a black ghetto, and my life was centered around getting high. But I soon found that I was not welcome there, and even hated. Not because I was dealing drugs, but just because I was white and operating in black “turf.” That period of my life was marked by many fights, a lot of close calls, and a revolving door of jail cells, treatment centers, and homelessness.

In the midst of all this chaos, I fathered a child with a black girl. Though nobody in my white family was bothered by this, some of my black “friends” and relatives of the mother openly voiced their disapproval of interracial relationships. Regardless, becoming a father motivated me to grow up, become a man, and change so I could be a good dad to my daughter. I sobered up and started working any job I could get.

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From Amren’s ongoing first-person account series:

Like most people of my generation, I was raised to believe in “equality” above all else. The adage, “all men are created equal” always appealed to my innate sense of fairness and justice — and skin color always seemed like a silly reason to mistreat someone. I held on to these beliefs as long as I lived in the 98 percent white community I was brought up in, a place where crime was almost unheard of and everyone worked together to better the community. It was only when I started to experience the world outside of that environment that my perspective on the importance of race began to change…

But there was another, more important, factor: Over the past 20 years I have raised the most reviled creature on the planet — a healthy white male: my son.

It was only after he was born that I began to fully notice the relentless propaganda of the mainstream media, and how it promotes miscegenation and presents men like my son as bumbling, weak fools. I saw how our people’s history is appropriated and manipulated in arts and entertainment, and how our nation’s heroes are twisted and discredited — their monuments torn down and replaced. I’ve shopped for children’s books and been unable to find one with a protagonist who was a positive example of a white man. I’ve filled out countless college and scholarship applications only to find that opportunities for white men are reduced or blocked entirely — regardless of his good grades and impressive test scores. Each of these things, combined with my experiences at work, pushed me toward the truth about which race is truly disenfranchised and oppressed in our country. It was a realization that fully awoke the protective mothering instincts inside me.

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From Amren’s ongoing first-person accounts series:

When I started attending pre-kindergarten there, I was one of many white students. But every year the number went down. My parents knew this would not end well, but no matter what they tried, better schools were always out of reach, always having too big a price tag or too long a waiting list. Though on paper my school was Catholic and private, it became no different from an urban public school in just a few years, with a student body that was about 80 percent black. The way I and the handful of other whites were treated was unbearable. Teachers turned a blind eye to it out of fear — I saw more than one parent threaten the administration with the label of “racist” if their child was disciplined. By the third grade, the bullying I suffered got so bad that my parents wrote several letters to the school about it. But even then, the racial dynamic of that kept any action from being taken.

In fifth grade, in a desperate attempt to blend in, I adopted a “ghetto” accent and started listening to rap. I even idly imagined what life would be like if I could become black, and wished it could be so. This infuriated my family, but I was firmly under the illusion that changing my habits could make my black peers see me as anything other than a white girl to prey upon. All the same, whenever there was an announcement that there would be a new student enrolling, I would pray that he or she would be white, desperately hoping for some kind of companion. But they never were. Each and every new student was black — white students only ever left.

The curriculum was tailored for the school’s demographics. American History was just a series of small blurbs about slavery, Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, Jr., etc. Only the absolute simplest types of math were ever taught, religion classes were completely devoid of rigor or critical thinking, etc. I remember learning about “racism” and how blacks used to be kept out of segregated schools by force.

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From Amren’s ongoing first-person accounts series:

One of my favorite, and most rewarding experiences in my career was when I worked at a high school in Kentucky. Almost all of the students there were white and had grown up on farms. The culture was one of tradition and respect: the boys took pride in having jobs and owning cars, the girls were polite and active in their communities. My background was very different from theirs, but regardless the students were all friendly with me, and even came to feel like family. Unfortunately, a budget cut kept me from staying there — but to this day, many of the students stay in touch with me. I am quite honored.

Years later I found myself working at a “diverse” school in Maryland. The difference could not have been starker. Assigning homework was a waste of time. Many black students fantasize about having the sort of thuggish life glamorized in rap, and are completely uninterested in anything outside of it. Rap is all they listen to and all they talk about — and they think anybody uninterested in the genre is out of their mind. Student assaults on teachers were also common there. So common, in fact, that the administration seemed desensitized to it.

Although that school was especially bad, the black behavior I saw there was not exceptional. Last year, at a different school, a black student said, “Fuck you, nigger, white boy” the first time met. I brought this up to one of my supervisors, and to my shock, he told me to “pick my battles” and took no disciplinary action. I doubt I would have gotten the same response if I was black, and a white student had told me, “Fuck you, nigger, black boy.” In most schools, black students are regularly given a pass on destructive, disrespectful, and even criminal behavior. The administration’s highest goal often seems to be “looking the other way” when it comes to violence and theft — so long as the perpetrator is black. It doesn’t appear to occur to them that society needs protecting, and that to do that, brutish thugs need to face consequences for their actions.

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From Amren’s ongoing first-person accounts series:

When I arrived on campus, I discovered that all three of my roommates were Chinese exchange students who barely spoke English. They hung together and I felt like an outsider in my own dorm room. They put calendars on our communal fridge written in Mandarin and stared at me whenever I walked into the common area, pausing their conversation just because of the presence of a white girl. I felt like a horrible person for being upset about it. I had just campaigned for Bernie Sanders the summer before enrolling. I was liberal. I grew up in a conservative area and had imagined that college would be a wonderful place, complete with plenty of likeminded liberals and that famous strength: diversity. I didn’t want my parents to fight my battles, so I decided to ask the school myself about getting assigned a new room. They said I was being discriminatory and took no action. I felt ashamed — like a good white liberal should. My parents wanted to push the matter, but I didn’t let them. Instead I lied and said the situation had gotten better.

The rest of my college experience was filled with similar frustrations: group projects where I couldn’t effectively communicate with my partners, LGBTQ people being nasty if I asked what a “fury” was, students getting angry with me because I accidentally said “Columbus Day.” It was on campus that, for the first time ever, I was physically harassed. A black man who felt that I gave him a rude, or “bratty” look, pushed me into a street — apparently I wasn’t allowed to share a sidewalk with him. Two Asian men saw what happened but just looked away. The person who called the cops was a white guy who, thankfully, saw it happen from where he was seated in a nearby café. That was the first, but not the last, time “diversity” placed me in physical danger.

The price of multiculturalism kept rearing its head in other ways, too. If I didn’t smile at non-whites, they immediately didn’t like me. I worked in retail and was routinely berated by Hispanic women telling me to learn Spanish. To boot, they would often trash the fitting rooms and make comments about me being “too pale” or “not curvy.” Things like that kept happening. Still, I tried hard to excuse it all, always telling myself, “It’s just the individual.” I wanted to be above it all, but for the first time in my life, I couldn’t ignore race like I had always done before. I felt constantly intimidated, and there was a clear pattern as to why.

I was a typical young woman: I went to college like we’re all told to do, talked to people politely, and spent my free time shopping for cute clothes and old books. But after four years in higher education, I came to realize how important race truly is. The experiences I had didn’t make me hate any race — I really don’t think I’m a “racist.” They were just the start of my journey into understanding how much I love my people and how I feel robbed of the America we’re supposed to have, the America that my ancestors fought for in the Revolutionary War. I don’t think I will ever understand why I’m hateful for wanting my country to remain the same, but the people eagerly awaiting the end of America’s white majority are not.

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Kathy Collins

IN 1978 I sent my son who was in the second grade, to live with my parents ahead of my move three months later. His school in Jamaica Queens was next to a high school where 14 and 15 year olds were harassing him on a daily basis… he never told me because he was afraid of them and what they would do if I came to school to see about it. I FOUND OUT when I got a call from the school telling me he was in an “accident” He “Fell down” and wouldn’t stop crying. He told them the big kids pushed him down…Because he was “White Trash” The school did not tell me what happened because they didn’t want to make “ Racial waves” They didn’t protect him on a school playground, during school hours. I pulled him out of school Same day. You would think AFTER ALL THIS TIME things would get better. NOPESame Old UNTOLD story Just New kids.

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From American Renaissance’s ongoing First-Person Accounts series:

My name is Bill Richards. I’m a high school student in 10th grade. I live in New York City, and from kindergarten through late elementary school, I was just a typical kid who didn’t really think too much about government or politics. Then in the fifth grade, my class had a discussion about “white privilege.” I had never really thought about race before, and didn’t really think my white skin and European heritage was so important. I have ancestors stretching back to America’s time as a British colony, and though I had always thought that was interesting, it never struck me as being essential to my identity. It was more like trivia. One of my teachers informed me that I had white privilege, and that my Anglo-American heritage represents colonialism, white supremacy, slavery, genocide, and war. I replied although my ancestors did own slaves, and fought for the South during the Civil War, that I didn’t support slavery at all. I also pointed out that slavery hurt not just blacks, but whites as well. It devalued their labor just like the illegal immigrants of today.

Those comments angered many of my peers, and their retribution was swift. One day during recess one of my peers physically attacked me while screaming “Nazi! Nazi!” Another kid tripped me, and then my first assailant started kicking me while I was down. The school nurse didn’t do much, and my mother ended up taking me to the hospital later on. There, I learned that my femur was so damaged I would need corrective surgery and time off from school to recover. I finished the academic year largely through a homeschooling program and spent six weeks on crutches. The ordeal was depressing, but I had friends who supported me through it, and once I could walk of my own accord again, I was happy to leave the whole thing behind me.

Then, in the summer of 2015, Dylann Roof shot-up a black church in Charleston, South Carolina. The ensuing war on the Confederate battle flag enraged me. My father’s ancestors — some of whom fought for the Confederacy — lived in South Carolina for generations. I couldn’t stand seeing the flag my ancestors fought under being disrespected and removed left and right. When I started sixth grade that September, I was greeted with a swarm of bullying, anti-white prejudice, and anti-Southern hysteria — even though I was born and raised in Manhattan. As if all that weren’t enough, one of my black classmates claimed I called him the n-word — a total lie. I was sent to the principal’s office as a result. He told me I was no better than David Duke and suspended me. I had never heard of David Duke before, so I looked him up online once I got home. It was through researching him that I discovered I was not the only white person questioning the cliches Americans constantly hear about race and heritage. Eventually I found the American Renaissance YouTube channel — I still remember the first one I saw, “Black Lives Matter: Hysteria and Lies” — and started learning more and more about the reality of race.

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Chris G

Is it possible for white people across the world to experience or be subject to racism? If so, how?

As a white male, I have experienced racism on multiple occasions. As a young kid, I moved all over the city I was born in. For the most part, I went to schools that were quite diverse, except for one. It was grade seven. I attended a catholic school in a lower class neighbourhood where I was only one of two white kids in my class and there were only a handful of us in the entire elementary school which was predominantly black and Filipino. I was ignored, bullied, and made fun of constantly. My only friend was the other white kid in my class (surprise!). Thankfully, I moved again after that year and I couldn’t wait to do so.

Racism definitely goes both ways. When the roles are reversed, most minorities are just as bad.

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Anthony Antonucci

Is it possible for white people across the world to experience or be subject to racism? If so, how?

I was targeted by police for my whiteness. When I moved to NY I got an apartment right across the street from the projects (I’m still there 21 years later btw).

I would be stopped by police regularly, searched, slammed onto the hood of police cars or the side of police vans. Why?

Because I was a white man in a predominantly black neighborhood. I was told that the only reason I was walking down the street was because I was looking for drugs or weapons. They wouldn’t even look at my ID with my address on it until after harassing me.

I guess after about a year and a half the local police learned I lived in the area because the harassment stopped.

But I was totally harassed for being white.

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Guro Ulm

Is it possible for white people across the world to experience or be subject to racism? If so, how?

A friend of mine (white, tall, blonde) took a flight to Japan with a Japanese airline, sitting next to a Japanese man who was addressed by the Japanese stewardess with: “We are very sorry and humbly apologize for placing you next to a gaijin. Unfortunately, no other seat is available. We hope you can forgive this embarassment.” Little did they know my friend was fluent in Japanese.

What was the question again?

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From American Renaissance’s ongoing “First-Person Accounts” series:

One of the big moments for my racial awakening came during the Rodney King riots. My best friend’s father was walking to a train station in Atlanta (completely unaware that riots were happening) and he was chased down, beaten unconscious, and left for dead because he was white. I have no idea how many people this happened to as the Atlanta Police refused to make any comment, and neither my best friend’s father nor his family received any satisfaction or justice in the matter. The family was advised that the case would be investigated, but no one was ever arrested or prosecuted even though a local television station had recorded the entire incident by helicopter. I will never forget going to visit him in the ICU. I did not immediately recognize him because he was so severely disfigured from his beating. He had multiple skull fractures. The only reason I realized it was him was that he was the only white man in the unit. As I stood near his bed, I realized it was him by the shape of his eyes. Despite this, I would not say I immediately became a race realist — although it pointed me in that direction. It can be said with absolute certainty that if the races had been reversed, with an angry white mob chasing down a black man, the entire world would know the victim’s name.

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It’s OK to be White

JenHow

As a white person has your life become better or worse because of diversity and multiculturalism?

Back in 1975 when they had passed some law you couldn’t discriminate on hiring I applied three times pass the test three times at AT&T I asked the lady interview me who is black why am I not getting hired when I pass these test and she looks left and looks right she goes in a soft voice sir you’re at the bottom of the totem pole I said what do you mean she said we have to take women and minorities first and then you !! so there’s your answer

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Ron Gonshorowski

I had the exact same situation with Pacific Power and Light in Portland Oregon. Then years later I took a two day test and got a score of 100%, then I added 10% military for a total of 110%. The end result was they picked the black interviewee who with his 10% got just 70% of the extremely easy test for job with the City of Portland.

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It’s OK to be White 

George Mizzell

As a white person has your life become better or worse because of diversity and multiculturalism?

Throughout my life it has not been an advantage to be white. I started my career in engineering around 1980 and a year or two later our company told us that they were going to be hiring and promoting lots more minorities and women and all of us white guys would be held back and our promotions would be fewer and farther in between. They held to that.

However it was interesting that I had a chance to chat with two black guys that I knew well over the next few years and it was heartbreaking to hear both of them separately a couple of years apart so that they hated this because they did not know if they had earned their promotions or it was just given to them because they were black. I could tell this really bothered them but motivated them to work harder than anyone around them so they could feel they earned it.

I never experienced any preferences at any level. I noticed extreme favoritism to hard work. The harder I worked the more positive things happened. After 12 years the company had a lay off and it was almost all white guys – I was one. This created an interesting situation for the dozens of us who were liberated from the company at that time. Most of us went on to form our own companies and grow them and do much better than we would have if we had stayed with the company. Of course starting your own business is very hard and success is based on hard work. I started an online business and people placing orders online do not care what color the person is that fills their order and answers their questions and solves their problems.

I think overall after living through over 40 years of it – it seems odd that I am punished for something I never did so that others who were never wronged can have thing balanced. I think God works it all out somehow and I just keep working hard and moving forward and never think about it.

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From Amren’s ongoing First-Person Accounts series:

The final straw was when I was walking out of a store during the Christmas season. I happened upon an altercation between a white woman and a black woman over a parking space. The argument was becoming heated, and the white woman was obviously terrified. Then a large black male got out of the black woman’s vehicle, walked up to the white woman, and sucker punched her. She fell to the ground and they both began to kick her. I drew my pistol and yelled for them to stop. When they didn’t, I fired a warning shot and they ran to their car and drove away. I called 911 and stayed with the injured woman until the police and paramedics arrived. On arrival, the police seized my holstered weapon, handcuffed me, and put me in the back of their cruiser. Long story short, I was cited for an illegal discharge of a firearm. The black female Assistant DA wanted to file attempted murder charges, but her boss put a stop to that nonsense and had the charges dismissed. He told me, off the record, that had the assailants been white, I would have never been charged.

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It’s OK to be White

John Rinaman

Does forced diversity breed racism?

Hiring based on race IS racism! It is ironic that diversity was supposed to help end racist hiring practices by being racist in the opposite direction. I worked on the construction of a prison in the ‘80’s that required a percentage of employees be minorities (black). The black employees sat around and did very little while the white workers were quickly laid off if they didn’t perform. A white worker was expected to have proper work clothes, boots and a hard hat while the blacks could get new hardhats DAILY if needed, lent boots for a few days and pay advances to purchase boots/clothing after a couple days. When I asked the foreman why he tolerated this, he said they were required to hire them and just added it to the bid, that they didn’t include them in production quotas and viewed their pay as a tax. He also went on to say that it was easier to just pay and ignore them than to lay off even the worst one due to the legal repercussions. With that scenario, a black man would never be hired unless they needed someone to meet a diversity Quito! To this day, I am hesitant to hire blacks unless I know them or someone vouches for them. No, not for racist reasons but because all the grief caused “if” I lay them off. Anyone else, I just pay them in full and they go away. BECAUSE OF DIVERSITY, THE BLACK MAN IS SEEN AS A BURDEN!

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From a comment on a Lauren Southern YouTube video:

Magnus Blomquist

I’ve been warning people about this ever since I went to school in one of these areas where refugees and migrants ended up in the 70’s. We Swedes were a minority even then in the classrooms. There were constant violence aimed at us even then, and the teachers excused them with “they came from war” or “their parents abused them at home” and such. It’s absolutely bullshit, it’s about cultural differences. For this I’m called racist, nazi and bigoted. I love to say I told you so. Look what they have done to my country. I’m fuming with anger and dissapointment.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0t-hmolcixQ&list=WL&index=90

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From Colin Flaherty’s archives:

One day, I was assigned a new client, a black woman accused of aggravated assault and armed robbery. She was looking at a max of 15 years in state prison. She claimed the white victim was the one who attacked her. Somehow, she ended up with her cell phone and valuables, and the white woman ended up in the hospital. My client explained that the victim was a racist and didn’t like black people, and that justified assault and robbery. She demanded a jury trial. It was my job to make the best possible case for her.

I worked a miracle: not guilty on all charges. She expressed no gratitude. I said, “Well you can at least say ‘thank you.’ I put in a lot of effort and kept you out of prison.” Her reply: “You white mother f*ck*rs don’t deserve a ‘thank you.’ What you need is a mother f*ck*n’ *ss beatin’.”

Another client was a black man, under arrest for armed robbery at a convenience store. He used a handgun to beat and terrorize an Indian store owner and then took all the cash. I visited him in the county jail. His defense was, “I ain’t do nothing, white mother f*ck*rs just need somebody to f*ck with.” I explained that I was trying to help him and would do everything I could. He said he had done nothing. I said “But the police grabbed you right down the street with a gun in your pants and the money in your pocket and you wore the same clothes as in the video.” I had him watch a very high-quality surveillance tape that clearly showed the whole, extremely violent event. His reply: “That ain’t me and you mother f*ck*rs are trying to railroad me.” I told him I was on his side and that I was going to have trouble explaining away this good video, the gun, the victim’s identification of him, and the money in his pockets. He said, “All y’all crackers can go to hell.”

Another client was a black man in jail for homicide. He was accused of aggressively instigating an argument with a totally innocent teenager. The argument ended when the man drew a firearm and shot and killed the kid. There was a co-conspirator testifying against him and there was very persuasive physical evidence. I met him in jail and told him I was there to help. What were the first words out of his mouth? “Just what I need, a cracker.” I hired investigators and experts. The State offered him a plea bargain of only 20 years when he should be looking at life in prison. He said, “F*ck their flea bargain it’s just because I’m black and they don’t like n*gge*s.” I said “George, it isn’t a ‘flea’ bargain it’s a ‘plea’ bargain and your buddy is testifying against you and there’s a ton of physical evidence. We have spent over ten grand of taxpayer money on experts to help you.” His response: “F*ck the taxpayers. My mother f*ck*ng people were your f*ck*rs slaves.” I told him, “George, my family didn’t come to America until 1939 and we were poor and didn’t have slaves.” Then he tried to hit me.

Another black client was charged with aggravated assault and attempted murder of an older white guy for whom he was supposed to be doing yard work. He didn’t do much work, and threatened the white homeowner. The white homeowner felt intimidated, and put the full amount in an envelope and gave it to him to get rid of him. My client then beat the older white man half to death, took the money, and left. I met him in jail after seeing copies of all the police reports and evidence. I asked him what happened. He got very angry and said, “That white mother f*ck*r called me a monkey and wrote ‘monkey’ on the envelope.” I pulled out the copies of evidence and showed him that the envelope had the word “money” written on it in big block letters. His response: ” F*ck you white mother f*ck*rs. I’m just here because I’m black.” No remorse. White people are all racist and deserve to be beaten. I gave the case to someone else.

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