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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)
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)
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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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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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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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
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 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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?
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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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.
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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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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
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?
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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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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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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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
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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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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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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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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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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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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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.
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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.
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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
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
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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From Colin Flaherty’s archives:
I had to go to a Detroit school about 30 years ago for my job. I was in the vending business and most of the Detroit schools wanted machines to raise money for things like band uniforms and athletic equipment. When I got there, all the doors were chained shut. I walked around the school looking into windows trying to find the office. When I found it, I had to knock on the window and show them my business card and they sent a Detroit Police Officer to come and let me in the school. When I got into the school I had to go through a metal detector and the detectors were placed all over the school with cops guarding each one. When I finally got into the office, they took me to the Principal, and he sat me down and told me all about my white race. He told me how racist all white people are while he was showing me all the weapons they had caught just that day in his drawer (guns and knives) while we waited for the Head Teacher to come to the meeting.
When she got there she began to lecture me about white people as well. She claimed that white grocery stores pack up all their expired goods and ship them to the inner city for black people to eat. I was told how my race stole everything we ever had and that I had privilege because I was white. She claimed that every job was open to me but not to black people and that my ancestors owned slaves and we beat them, raped them, and killed them. I finally asked her, “Do you want to buy a vending machine or not?” On my way out the door I told her, “The reason black students fail is because of teachers like you and most of the parents are no better.”
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Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Not bullied, but I’ve certainly been discriminated against by blacks because I was white (in several pubs and clubs about the Brixton, London, UK area). They even told me it was because I was white.
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From Colin Flaherty’s archives:
I was nearly murdered by a black man when I was 20-years-old and naive. He asked me for a cigarette, which I gave him. I smoked Marlboro Reds at the time. Maybe if I smoked a different brand he would not have cracked that 2×4 across my skull when I turned away. Two weeks later he was arrested for doing the same thing to two white guys, only this time with a metal pipe. He explained to the cops that white people are the devil. He told them white boys deserve it.
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Answered by Generic Stinky Name
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Background:
Yes, but it was my 6th grade English teacher. My family had moved to a predominantly Black and Hispanic area in Texas, near Dallas, so white folks are a big minority. I was the ONLY white kid in my 6th grade class. This was k-6th grade. This was a class unit-the class stays together for the entire school year so I was with the same students every day, all day. I was bullied, intimidated, threatened, a joke, harassed but I digress. I expected these things because kids were kids. However, my teacher being racist was the one I least expected because I was taught to respect adults. “ they’re wise and here to protect and guide children.”
Context:
Okay let’s get started. I had a teacher, her name was Mrs. Avery(yes I’m deadnaming her) and she mistreated and borderline discriminated against me.(she’s black/im white)I was just an 11 year old girl who had been homeschooled in an abusive household and my mother had previously died prior before this. I had no concept of racism and my life was very isolated and sheltered before this. I was a quiet and polite student , but I had managed to start to make a couple friends and they happened to be black. They were good people, and treated me kindly. My teacher Mrs.Avery started taking notice of me having a black friend group and I think this angered her so she did the things I’m about to discuss.
The Events( what happened)
She was an English teacher. We read many books together as a class and many desks were combined because we worked in groups. My friends and I were together in the same table. It started when we read multiple books. All the books we read together had to do with Slavery or something with mistreatment of black folks done by whites. When we read, we would discuss the text and it was always after horrible things. All of it had to do with what white people had done to black people in the book. as We discussed, as curious children do, they would ask why would they do that and such and Mrs. Avery would answer “because they’re white and evil” and “why don’t you ask ‘my name’” or she would relate the question to “white people did all kinds of things to us” and list the horrible things in history and say “ isn’t that right, ‘my name’”. This happened on SEVERAL occasions and everyone would join in and blame me or curse me for the horrible things in the book and history. I just kind of sat there uncomfortable and stuff. What was I supposed to do? I was a child and had no voice. She was an authority figure that had created and encouraged a racist environment and toxic dynamic with my classmates. Anyways, the picking on me only got worse as months went by. But By second semester, a white student had transferred from basic classes to honer classes. I avoided her like the plague, I didn’t want to be associated with her because I had just started gaining respect from my racist peers. I was young and adapted to avoid being hurt. Anyways, She was quiet and stayed to herself. Never ever talked. The students picked on her some but the teacher NEVER did. (That’s why I’m relating it to to this) I became more accustom and comfortable with my friends. We laughed and had good talks and did great work done together. Anytime we worked in a group were having a good time, being productive, or my friends were involving me, she would get angry or upset and scold me or say I’m being to loud or disrespectful or something or to work when I was literally just working. I wouldnt even talk most of the time because of this. She would continue to yell at me and falsely accuse me. The only time this would happen was when she saw I was having a good time, engaged in work, or literally just working together with my black friends. She began doing this daily to me and my friends called her out on her bullshit and defended me multiple times. She didn’t like that-She would constantly move me to the back of the classroom in an isolated single chair. I felt really gross. I didn’t know why she treated me this badly for no reason. I didn’t know what I had done to enrage her. I was a quiet, well behaved, dedicated honers student. She moved me to multiple different table groups which were known to be assholes to me. They intimidated me, called me names, made me do all the work, make fun of me, you know…bully. I became extremely quiet and stopped talking. My friends felt bad but nothing could be done. It eventually escalated, and she moved me to the back in an isolated chair for the rest of the year, she would falsely fail me even though my friends answers were THE EXACT and were correct. She would excuse that as “ Oh oops well I already put it in the grade book” or “I believe you didn’t fully grasp the concept” when I clearly 100%. My friends encouraged me to tell the principal but Ive always been the person to tolerate it and to avoid conflict at any cost. At the end of the year I called her a massive bitch and she called my father and told him i said that and much worse which wasn’t the case she just wanted me to be in bigger trouble. I got in a lot of trouble and I remember feeling that there was no way I could explain it to him because at the time I didn’t fully understand it myself. I just knew I didn’t like her and she treated me unfairly. Anyways, that’s my experience. I’ve had multiple others but this one never sat right with me.
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Answered by Ken K
As a white person has your life become better or worse because of diversity and multiculturalism?
Let me simply state that I didn’t receive a job I applied for simply because of Federally mandated minority job hiring laws even though I was more qualified than the person who got the job.
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A comment that I’m promoting to a submission:
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Had the job 89 days of 90 day probation then told I was being let go due to not enough minority workers. The dairy ? went through 9 guys before one made it through the 90 day probationary period.
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Answered by Scarlet Marie
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Oooh. My aunt who lives in a predominantly black neighborhood thought it would be a great idea to take me and my younger black cousins to the neighborhood pool. Me and her were the only two white people there. She lay in her chair with her towel and told me to go play with the other kids since I was the only one old enough to go in the pool by myself. I climbed in the pool and tried to make friends. I was like 7 and wanted to be friends with EVERYBODY at that age. All the kids turned on me and told me to get my white ass out of their pool. They kept splashing water at me until I was backed into a corner and I couldn’t really do anything except cover my face until my aunt dragged me out of the pool and took me back to her house. She never tried to take me to the pool again.
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Answered by Elisabeth Tucker
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes. There have been several black guys over the years who called me racist and bullied/harassed me because I wouldn’t sleep with them. I’ve never had that issue with any other race. Ever. And I’ve worked at a lot of bars in a predominantly white area.
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Answered by Camilla Müller
As a white person has your life become better or worse because of diversity and multiculturalism?
I grew up in one of the neighbourhoods in Scandinavia that used to be white but are now majority African and Arab. Just walking to the supermarket it was constant catcalling and sexual harassment. Riding the bus or any kind of public transport meant being groped. Eventually the inevitable happened and I was raped several times by three of these guys at a party. I got pregnant. They made no secret of the fact that they were raping me because I was white and joked about how someone like me felt being f****d by someone like them.
When I talked to my white girlfriends from the same neighbourhood about this they all opened up about similar experiences. It’s the new normal; Scandinavian women in immigrant areas are being raped all the time. Nobody wants to talk about it or do anything. Try bringing it up and everyone will be awkward and silent. It’s more important to be politically correct while rapes are happening.
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Answered by Icaris
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes, I’ve been called a ‘white cu,?t’ more times than I can remember. I had the corner of a metal radio rammed in between my eyebrows when I was 17 for being a ‘white cu,?t’. A huge trail of blood but no one seemed to care even though I was a kid.
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Answered by Donna S.
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes. First time I remember I was 5 or 6 when a black girl physically accosted me on the playground. I told on her, even after she threatened me. I told her big sister who explained to her that was not the way to be. Never had an issue with her again.
I was bullied and called racist because my 3 year old had white blond hair, and her daycare friend had black natural hair. The little girls thought it was great they had different hair, and did each others hair. I picked up my kid to find her hair in several little ponytails. I laughed and told both girls it was beautiful. The black mom said *I* did my daughter’s hair in a black hairstyle and she was going to kick my ass. She wound up pulling her kid from that daycare because of course, each room had video. She was too embarrassed by being caught in a lie.
I had a friend (I thought he was a friend…) who called me racist because I would not date him. No Jerome. I am not racist. I just don’t want to go out with YOU.
Two black female senior NCO’s told the acting Command Sergeant Major (CSM) (also black) that I was racist after they had attempted to bully and intimidate me on a project. I refused to back down. When the actual CSM (also black) arrived, they went to him immediately to tell him how horrid I was. They did not know we had been friends for decades. They were actually reprimanded.
At a military school, mean black females bullied all of the white females because the black males were paying attention to the nice girls. They were removed from class.
When my spouse died, I took his ashes back to his hometown in North Carolina. I was called a variety of racist names and told white people did not belong.
I certainly don’t blame the entire race for the actions of the ignorant though.
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Answered by Erik Sigimar
What happened to your white privilege on the first day of military boot camp?
To start I wanna state that all privates going trough basic at Ft. Benning during my time would get there fair share of Drill Sergeants and their rhetoric. However; as a white man from Mississippi, it was clear where I stood in the new equal opportunity Army. Turns out one of my Drill Sergeants (who happened to be black) and I share the same surname. He says to me; “your family must have owned mine.” I thought he was joking around with me. I stood at parade rest, remained silent. He began to press me to let me know he was serious. I kept my military bearing and simply said “I wouldn’t know.” In reality I did know his accusation is possible if his family is from central Mississippi. However, that was over 150 years ago and has nothing to do with me.
For the next 16 weeks I had to hear slurs like “dumb ass redneck” and “private hick.” Sigimar and the other black Drill Sergeants would constantly make fun of my accent. Call me other names like “Gump” and “he haw.” If Drill Sergeant Sigimar was in CQ duty I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping that night. In fact if he was there I knew I would be on what ever shit detail he had to offer. Once the drill sergeants we’re doing a health and welfare inspection. I had some photos from home in an envelope. Sigimar pulled out the photos and passed them to the other DS. They started making all these provocative comments about my sisters (who were minors at the time). Talking about what nasty things they would do to a little white girl like that. Then he grabbed my box of cotton swabs and tossed them all over the bay and instructed me to “pick his cotton.” Obviously, he and the other black drill sergeants wanted to provoke me into loosing my temper so he could justify jumping me. I never gave them the satisfaction.
I wanted to report it to the chain of command but I was afraid of the repercussions. When your a low private in basic it could be very intimidating to talk to someone of any kind of senior rank. Also, despite the harassment I was still on track to graduate. Anyone that has been trough any branches basic training will tell you that graduating is the easy way to get through it. People who rock the boat to much, get hurt, or simply quit, will end up spending weeks or months longer on the post while the Army decides what to do with you. Anyways, that was my introduction into the new and improved Army. My skin color definitely didn’t afford me any privilege.
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“Kum Ba Yah”
From the Colin Flaherty archives:
This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one every week.
I attended Los Angeles public schools for a bit less than half a school year, back during the forced busing of the early 1970s. Not once did I see a white student harass, bully, punch, kick, intimidate, or humiliate a black student. However, every day, I saw black students harass, intimidate, punch, kick, and humiliate white students. At least a few times a week, I saw black students beat and/or rob white students. I never saw a white student beat or rob a black student. Never. Not one time. Perhaps white-on-black humiliations/harassment/intimidation/beatings were happening in the South, or some places other than the L.A. school district. I never saw it.
In my district, from my observations, it was always, 100 percent of the time, black-on-white. I’ve heard many other whites who lived throughout the U.S., including the South, tell me the same thing. It was always black-on-white violence, intimidation, threats, and robberies, and also against Asians and Hispanics. And often on weekends when school was out.
Yes, of course, I went to the school administration and explained what was happening. The response was, “Why are you making them do that to you?” or “Why did you provoke them?” and “If you don’t provoke them, they’ll leave you alone!” Wow! I said nothing to the blacks. Nothing at all. I was a scrawny white loner who minded his business; always. I bothered nobody. I was polite and respectful. It was my white skin and the fact that I was seen as “weak” and a “loner” that provoked them. It’s the same way packs of predatory animals attack the lone herbivore that is weak or old or limping or far from the herd.
Many (not all) ghetto blacks seem to have very “predator animal”-like behavior. I’ve seen that for almost 60 years. As the saying goes: “What do you call a white conservative telling you the truth?” Answer: “A racist.” Ghetto blacks rarely “fight” alone. They attack in packs. Only the massively muscular black bullies will fight a weak white (or black) opponent one-on-one. Otherwise, it was five-on-one, or 10-on-one, or 20-on-one. Go watch an old edition of Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom and you’ll see hyenas doing the same thing, and laughing the same way as they pack-attack an injured gazelle.
Violent attacks and general “harassment” (including sexual harassment of attractive white female students) happened every single school day. It did the white students no good to complain to the white teachers, who said: “I can’t help you.” It did no good to complain to the black teachers who said, “It’s your turn now!” It did no good to complain to the principal or vice principal who looked at you sternly and said: “What did you do to provoke them?” The school administrators did nothing. Back then, I couldn’t understand why not, but now I know: They were afraid to be called “racists” by their school board, the people who hire them, and the people who could fire them. For the white teachers and school administrators, their careers were on the line. To the black teachers and administrators (most of them, not all), the white kids were “just getting some karma,” just punishment for 400 years of slavery, Jim Crow, etc.
I later saw a news report on one of the Los Angeles news channels. It said all the LA School District board members had taken all their own kids, and put them into private (just about all-white) schools. I remember a white reporter asking one black school-board member, “Why did you take your children out of the L.A. public schools, which you yourself oversee?” The black school board member said, “Well, you only have one chance to raise your kids!” That black school board member had been the most vocal supporter of forced busing in the Los Angeles School District! But his kids were exempt because he could afford to send them to a mostly-white private school.
Both the wealthy liberal and conservative parents took their kids out of the Los Angeles School District during forced busing in the 1970s, and put them into safe private schools. Only the poor whites (like my brother and me) had to stay in the schools with a few other poor whites. We faced daily harassment, robbery, humiliation, degradation, sexual assault, harassment, and occasional beatings, simply because we were white.
The forced integration of the schools in the 1970s was the result of a Federal Court decision. The mindset at the time was this:
- Black students do not do as well in school.
- Blacks and whites are equal in all things, including intelligence.
- The white schools must somehow be “better” than the black schools (even though the textbooks are the same and the teachers get the same training).
- To make things “equal” we must take half the black students and send them to white schools and half the white students and send them to black schools, and this will “even things out.” Black tests scores will then equal white test scores.
- At the same time, we will continue to teach black and white and brown students how horribly whites treated blacks, Hispanics, and American Indians for hundreds of years.
- The result of this forced integration of the schools will be that the whites and blacks will see they are just like each other, in every way, and the fear and animosity they have for each other will disappear. They will do equally well in school, on tests, and in life, and the will learn to live peacefully one with another, and sing “Kum-Ba-Yah” around campfires.
Well, I never did get to sing “Kum Ba Yah” with my ghetto black fellow students. Instead, I screamed a lot of “Ahhhh — Please stop!” and, “Why are you doing this to me?” and “What did I ever do to you?”
Forced busing didn’t work. The well-to-do parents took their kids out of public school, and put them into private schools, leaving a small cadre of “poor white children” to deal with the black and Hispanic students who were fed a daily ration of anti-white propaganda by their liberal history/social-studies teachers. The classrooms were almost always in a state of “chaos” and the (mostly white) teachers eventually stopped trying.
Little or no learning took place. The only time the black students listened to the lesson was when a liberal white teacher talked about slavery, or the KKK, or lynchings, or Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. being assassinated, or how Rosa Parks almost got slapped by a white bus driver because she refused to give up her seat to a white man, how “whites” exterminated most of the American Indians (genocide), or how “whites” stole half of Mexico in 1845. Every white person on Earth, no matter his ancestry, no matter when or where he was born, was equality guilty of every bad thing any white man ever did to any non-white person.
Most of the time, white teachers were trying to keep the black kids quiet, or they just sat at their teachers’ desks and read (they weren’t grading papers because they never gave us tests or assignments to turn in) while the blacks fought each other, clowned around, smoked marijuana in the boy’s room, tried to impress the girls, told jokes, told stories about sex or how LeRoy “whoopin dey a**” of Tyrone but Tyrone he come back and busted LeRoy’s lips and may-dem bigguh dan dey aw-ready was! Day-yum, LeRoy’s lips be too big aw-ready! Dey don’t needs to be any bigguh!” The black kids would talk openly about sex, who was having sex with whom, what they did, how it felt, always making fun of the girl they had sex with by saying “Yo her butt was so big awz needed fo’ hands to hoed it down,” and things like that.
And if they became truly bored, they fired paperclips, sharpened pencils, paper airplanes, sunflower seeds (which they would spit out of straws), erasers, chalk, textbooks, metallic Afro-picks, or other projectiles, at the heads and eyes of the white students who were trying to read a textbook. The paperclips fired from rubber bands were the most dangerous projectiles, especially if they hit you in the eye. Whenever the blacks would hit a white kid in the head or face, a round of hyena-like laughter would fill the classroom. The white teacher would scream, “Now stop that!” which would bring relative peace for perhaps 10 minutes, until the next round of projectiles were launched.
In the cafeteria, they usually served “WTF is this?” and toast so hard it could crush diamonds. Since the blacks couldn’t chew it much less eat it (not even a pit-bull could) the toast was going to bounce off your head like a rubber bullet if you were white. Most of the time, it would just whiz by your nose, or hit the back of your chair with a loud “KLANG!” When a piece of toast hit a white kid, the black kids at the “table of origin” would all start laughing like hyenas, clutching their stomachs, with some even rolling on the ground like “holy rollers” at a Pentecostal church. For them, to cause and observe the “pain and humiliation” of white students was the funniest thing in the world, and the most pleasurable experience except for sex.
The “Great Liberal Experiment” was a failure. Black test scores never went up, unless the teachers or school administrators cheated to keep their jobs, or to look good. Still today, there is a lot of teacher cheating going on in order to raise black test scores. This cheating is sometimes ordered by black school principals who get large bonuses (tens of thousands of dollars) if they increase the test scores at their schools. In some states, teachers are threatened with termination if the black scores don’t rise over time. So, teachers (black and white) often find themselves in a bind. Not only are they expected to enforce discipline in the classroom (one 100-pound white female teacher versus three 200-pound black students with anti-white “mean” dispositions), they are also expected to work miracles not even Merlin the Magician could manage, with students who mostly (not all) can’t learn or just don’t want to learn. So, one cannot blame many inner-city school teachers for cheating to raise black test scores. They had to.
How did I deal with all this? I got PTSD. And I became a ditcher. In school, you have your “cutters” (who would “cut” classes they did not like, but go to others) and “ditchers” (never show up). I wouldn’t show up. I’d take the bus all over town, to Griffith Park, to the LaBrea Tar Pits, to the Zoo, to the airport (and pretend I was a spy escaping the country). I never knew there were so many crazy people until I took the city bus every day.
Some bus-drivers would ask me “Where do you want to go?” I looked at them like Captain Kirk of the original Star Trek and said: “Out there! Anywhere!” Anywhere was better than being in school. However, of course, eventually the school called my parents, and my dad screamed and threatened to beat me. So, I had a choice: be beaten at school, or be beaten at home. I chose home because it was much safer. Eventually, my father gave in to my mother, and moved us out of the district. I felt like a man on Death Row being pardoned.
The poor white kids during this forced-busing era were burnt offerings to the black community for the sins of white people. That is how blacks felt and that’s still how they feel today: except a few “noble” blacks who don’t see it that way. What gets me is that most white liberals feel the same way; that the white race is somehow basically evil and the non-white races are somehow basically good. And, to make themselves feel better, the white liberals offer up “poor whites” (who cannot afford to go to all-white private schools) to the ghetto blacks as if to say, “Here, take these poor whites, and do whatever you want to do with them, but leave us and our children alone, please!” So, my brother and I, and other poor whites who had to stay put in the now mostly-black school, were sacrificial lambs. Somehow, only white people inherit the sins of other white people. Those principles of “Guilt by Skin Color” and “Guilt by Ancestry” never seems to apply to anyone else. Liberals just keep experimenting with education — with other people’s children.
The Liberal Experiment has failed over and over, but liberals keep trying it over and over. All paid for mostly by white American workers. So, work hard! You’re not just working for yourself and your family, you’re working for black mothers who raise their black children to hate you and to hate your children. Not all black welfare mothers teach their children hate, but too many do.
There will be no singing “Kum Ba Yah” around the campfire. Instead, there will be burning cities, race wars, and millions more destroyed lives, white and black both; all because a small white liberal “elite” wants power and control over other people’s lives, forever! And what will this new “Liberal Utopia” be like? Read George Orwell’s book, 1984.
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It’s a Black Sport
From Colin Flaherty’s archives:
This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.
I was a victim of the knockout game. Last year I got off a train in Philadelphia and was walking along the sidewalk, minding my own business, when three blacks snuck up behind me and one landed a blow to my temple, sending me tumbling onto the cement. I had about $350 in my pocket and a new iPhone 6 Plus in my hand — but they didn’t rob me. Why? Because it was a game to them. They were all laughing as they walked away from me. There are many other victims, too, but the media couldn’t be less interested.
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Cody Beachrunner NCAA DI Cross Country/Track and Field Athlete. Marathoner
Can white men experience racism?
Yes, and it’s blatant. I’ll be specific. I ran cross country and track in college. Cross is mostly white so there was no problem there. During track season my coach would put me in shorter distances to work on my speed. Every race I’d hear, “beat that White boy ass”, “show that White m-f’er who run”, and most of the other craziest things I’ve heard in my life. One mom was yelling at me calling me a “Cracker” in front of a bunch of her kids. I WAS UNBOTHERED. I was smart, athletic, and on the way to getting my degree from a great school. And my Norwegian immigrant grandparents were in the stands cheering me on.
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A Believer in CRT Suffers Anti-White Discrimination – and Interprets it According to His Ideology
I’m a White Victim of Discrimination
Knowing the difference between prejudice and racism
As a race activist with a large circle of close Black friends dating back 40 years, I felt stung when I was recently refused participation in a mostly Black organization because I’m white.
I wasn’t rejected in favor of someone else. Not because there was a set limit on admission. I wasn’t excluded because they needed to adjust years of inequities in the organization having nothing to do with me. The reason was because I’m just plain white. It didn’t matter that the organization’s constitution prohibited discrimination based on skin color — a few people were determined to keep me out.
The not-so-funny thing is the discriminators used the same tactics racists often use against Black people. They tried to come up with pretexts. Phony reasons to justify their unethical conduct. They couldn’t look me in the face and tell me the real reason.
When I shared the disappointing news with a few close friends, one was extra outraged, exclaiming:
“This is reverse racism!”
End quote.
The article, by Jeffrey Kass, goes on to claim that the discrimination he faced does not rise to the level of “racism” because it’s a) not structural and b) doesn’t impact anything essential in his life.
What people like Kass fail to grasp is that anti-white discrimination is very much structural, and it very much impacts the ability of ordinary whites to make a living, advance in their careers, or pursue happiness. The space Government and Corporate Anti-White Discrimination illustrates this very well. The fact that this particular instance of anti-white discrimination was trivial doesn’t negate the very real effects structural anti-white discrimination has on millions of white people.
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Answered by BG Davis
The problem is that there are all kinds of moderators on Quora who will only allow things they want to hear. I got deleted for ‘hate speech’ when all I did was accurately describe my experiences in Korea. This was in answer to “Are Koreans Racist?” Here’s my response to that question; you be the judge:
“When I lived in Korea they were most definitely racist. They seemed to have a grudge against everyone from outside. Chinese, Japanese, Big-noses (Westerners), Blacks, etc. Some people attribute this to an inferiority complex: first dominated by China, then Japan, then the US. I’m not sure I agree with this. As a Westerner, walking down the street with a Korean woman was a series of unpleasant encounters – some subtle, some not. Some people even got physical (shoving; spitting). And there was a generalized hostility that came out in many ways, like the two times when I had paid for a snack and some Korean just took it off the counter and walked off with it. Or the times I went into a restaurant and was refused service by the simple act of no one taking my order. Just acted as if I weren’t there. Or the time that a bunch of Koreans threw rocks at my when I was swimming in a river. I’m not going to pretend that other countries don’t have racism; they all do. But it was especially blatant in Korea. I really got a taste of what some minorities have to experience in the US. At least I knew that I would be leaving the country in a couple of years, so this would be only short term.”
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Answered by BG Davis
Do you think liberals will support whites if whites become the main victims of systematic racism?
White male here. I’ve been the target (I refuse to think of myself as a victim) of systemic racism. I applied for numerous jobs in academia – for which I was highly qualified – and was told at least twice to my face that I was the wrong color. Other times I managed to find insiders who told me that race was the issue. I was unable to get anyone to respond to my complaints. My own father (white, conservative Reagan Republican) even refused to believe me – said I just wasn’t trying hard enough.
There are many self-described progressives who will not support whites (including themselves, if they are white). They will always find rationalizations and denial mechanisms. One problem is that that too many whites have joined extreme groups (so-called ‘alt-right’, etc.) so they are making all whites look bad. I’m white but I don’t have anything in common with gangs like Proud Boys.
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Answered by Jo Weber
Is “Equal Opportunity Employment” in reality “Affirmative Action” that discriminates against whites?
It can. I have always listed myself as white even though I am mixed. I do that because I don’t want to be hired for being Hispanic but for my skills. But I have been asked before, to list myself as Hispanic, just so I could get the job at all, so yes, it can and sometimes does discriminate.
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Don’t Bother Taking Legal Action for Discrimination if You’re a White Male
I’m a 33 year old white male, and I am a mental health counsellor. I worked on a team with 4 other females, all counsellors/social workers/etc. On that team was a 23 year old who made her opinions about men very clear. Back in August she presented my manager with a list of things that I had said that offended her. I had no idea I was saying anything that offended her. There was about 6 things on this list, and many of them were just me expressing a different opinion than her. It was certainly never my intention to offend anyone with these opinions, and they weren’t racist or sexist or derogatory. I’ve shown this list to many people, including many women, some of whom said they disagreed with some of my opinions, but none said they were worth complaining about. What’s worse is this individual took the things I said, and twisted them, either misquoting them or taking them completely out of context, to make me look a certain way. I don’t think she did this intentionally, I do believe this is what she heard me say as my words went through her filter…
Flash forward 3 months, when I am sitting in my office waiting for my first client of the day, and my manager and an hr rep entered my office and told me I am being let go because I “don’t fit in” and that my “views are better suited elsewhere.” It was out of nowhere. I had been so careful with everything I had said since August. I received no warning, no investigation, no opportunity to fight for my job. It was decided…
Edit: I should have mentioned I consulted an employment lawyer. He is a friend of a friend, so I trust him and his advice. He said that although I likely have a case of discrimination, he strongly suggested I don’t take legal action on the basis of discrimination, due to the fact that I am straight, white and male. He said that win or lose the case, it would reflect bad on me, particularly in the field that I work in.
*I added the bold
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Harassed and Beaten for Being White
Rita Burkholder
Huntsville, AL
Growing up in the seventies and eighties was hard on all of us as kids. But having fellow students channel their parents lingering anger and resentment from pre civil rights era was difficult for all of us. Some of my fellow students beat me badly in the first grade for being white. I was called cracker, whitey, honky. I was surrounded by half a dozen girls and kicked and beaten on the ground in my neighborhood. This was a recurring trend throughout my schooling. Usually it was general harassment, name calling, punches in the bathrooms, pinches in the hallways and always being threaten. Ironically I learned that the angry black kids had the power and I was a bad person for being white. Rarely did a teacher or parent stand up for me as a person, because to do so would make them appear ” racist”.
Now I realize that the kids who harassed me for my skin color had quickly become the oppressors that their parents had suffered from.
Even now my peers are hesitant to talk about the outright bullying and abuse our generation suffered. I myself have been told because I am white that I don’t have a right to complain and that it wasn’t racism. I was told to suck it up as payback. We are shamed to remain silent and our experiences are not valid because of the color of our skin. This is discrimination.
While studying Cultural Anthropology, I learned that there is no such thing as “race” outside of the human race. There is only ethnicity. So I cringe whenever I hear anyone say the word race to delineate color lines. I was raised to believe that color doesn’t matter and I still believe that. We are all human.
Marie Former Pro Photographer
What was the most disturbing thing you saw a nurse do to a patient?
I had surgery and it was the first time I was to get up after.
I had a urinary catheter in.
A nurse came in and said “You need to walk to the toilet and sit down on it so I can take the catheter out”
I told her that during my previous surgery they took the catheter out in the bed and that I had fainted the first time I stood up so I needed to take things slow.
She says “No lets go” and pulls me up out of bed.
I take a few steps and feel faint. Last thing I remember before falling is my Dr walking into the room and a burning pain in my urethra.
I wake up on the floor with the Dr apologising and helping me get into bed and another nurse comes in and does everything properly.
Later on the Dr told me that nurse was fired. She had a habit of hating on white women and deliberately causing pain.
This was years ago and to this day I have a chronic issue with my urethra that I have to have dilated every few years due to a permanent bend in it.
I was nothing but nice to this nurse.
All I did was have a C-section, a premature baby with a birth defect and be white apparently.
I hope she found help for her hate.
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Answered by Richard Orme
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I’ve been called a white bastard by a Pakistani lad, but he was only being brave because he was part of a large group.
The next time he saw me he was alone and didn’t even look at me, but he heard me laughing at him.
I’ve had black people gang up on me on twitter and claim I’m racist for pointing out their rude behaviour during a non-racial discussion, that ended with me blocking about half a dozen of the idiots.
Bullies, and racists for that matter, come in all shapes and colours.
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From the Colin Flaherty archives on American Renaissance:
While teaching at this school, an average day would unfold a little like this. Upon my arrival, the students would all be eating their taxpayer funded breakfast and I would head towards my classroom. At the ringing of the bell, my class would remain empty for quite a while. Arriving to class on time was not a priority for my students, and the administrative staff did not care. So, I would wait for maybe five minutes and the first of my students would begin to trickle in. This, by no means, meant that class would begin. Often, the students would arrive with their earbuds firmly cemented into their ears, and would either flat out ignore my instructions, or more likely begin to get combative when asked to take part in the day’s planned learning activities.
Luckily, I am immune to any sort of demeaning verbal abuse, and I actually began to enjoy being addressed as “b*tch *ss teacher,” “white motherf*ck*ng cracker,” or an assortment of other terms of endearment that the ever-so creative students bequeathed upon me. Anyways, eventually more students would begin to arrive, and some 30 minutes after the bell rang, hopefully about 50 percent of the students would have found their way to the classroom. It was rare to have more than 50 percent. Many students found it much more enjoyable to wander through the halls, smoke marijuana in the stairwells, and possibly get laid while they were at it. As the day rolled on, the students would become much more energetic. Maybe it had something to do with their buzz wearing off. Just a little prior to their taxpayer-provided lunch, the fights would begin to break out among the pupils.
Admittedly, fights were not an everyday occurrence, they happened on perhaps two out of every three school days. Some days, though, there would be multiple fights. These fights were seldom your typical “mano a mano” meeting at the flagpole, they tended to involve large groups. Not only that, teachers were constantly threatened with violence, and oftentimes these threats were carried out. On multiple occasions, I was assaulted by students. Not once, however, was a student disciplined for an attack against me. One time, it was bad enough that I had to go see a doctor. Administrators seemed to prefer to act like the assaults against teachers were typical examples of run of the mill teenage angst that could be found in any American high school. Any concerns about the safety of the faculty were promptly dismissed.
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From Oliver Wilson via PM:
When I was on my way back from school with my friends, one of them (we call him Ibb) put his hand up and under my school shirt and when I moved back he called me “white trash” and said that he could see my underwear. They’ve also previously forced me to start sagging my trousers so I have done so.
The argument got heated & basically everyone sided with him, telling me I’m trash because I’m a “dirty, smelly, poor white boy”. They said things like “You’re garbage.”, “You stink,” “You’re a poor white piece of trash, and you will always be trash for us”, “White shit.”.
Just for context all my friends were black and I’m the only white kid in the friend group.
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A Black Man Tried to Kill Him for Being White. Another Black Man Saved Him
I like this story, because it illustrates the complexity of racial relations, that there are good and bad in every group:
Hatred Hurts the Hated and Hater
Dan Creamer,
Sandpoint, ID.
I grew up in the Jim Crow South. Being white I always felt both guilty and angry about the way black people were treated. In the Marine Corps, I accepted a bottle of wine from a black Marine and drank from it without wiping off the bottle or my mouth and he remarked on it. We talked about race some and went our separate ways. Two weeks or so later that Marine saved my life by stepping in front of another black man wanting to shoot any white man. It shames me that I have lost touch with him…
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From the Colin Flaherty archives, regularly published on Amren.com:
This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.
In the early 1970s, I was in the Navy, and part of the first wave of inductees that had to attend classes on race relations. I had just graduated from a chocolate high school where I was robbed and beaten by blacks on a regular basis. It was horrible.
The class was led by one white and two blacks. They stood up in front of us and just ripped on whites. They complained that blacks in the Navy used to get all the crappy jobs. Even though that had since changed, they continued trashing the whites in the class. We broke up into subgroups and had to talk about how we were supposed to “feel.” Then, each one of us had to give a little presentation to the whole class about racism. When it was my turn, I said, “I grew up in a minority neighborhood as my family was poor. Since I never caused any of these problems I feel no guilt.”
The instructors were furious and started chastising me. There were about 15 Filipinos in the class, so I addressed them, “You people do all these crappy jobs the blacks used to do, so why don’t you have any representation up here?” They went ballistic and started yelling at the “teachers” on stage: “Why aren’t we [Filipinos] being represented? We are doing the crappy jobs!”
When things finally calmed down, the instructors yelled at me and kicked me out of their class for my supposed “racism.” Then they issued me an Article 15 of insubordination. I laughed all the way back to my ship. The Article 15 was later dropped. This is just one of my many stories about dealing with non-whites.
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post:
This exact thing happened to me back in the early 70s when I applied for a Maintenance Electrician Apprentice for Owens Corning. After wasting my time for a month of testing, a “Union Official” told me behind closed doors that I tested beyond anyone that EVER applied for the position. Furthermore, I would NEVER get the position because of “Affirmative Action”. I was so disappointed my feelings turned into anger. I asked him “Why in the HELL did you waste my DAMN TIME?” …. Shaking his head he answered: “That is now the game, we need to hire a Mexican or a Black Guy!” For me, I am so glad it happened. Because of this DISCRIMINATION, I NEVER applied for another job and became self-employed my whole life. When someone tells me that I have all the amenities of a wealthy person because of my “White Male Privilege” … I tell them this story. I see on many faces that they don’t want to believe it. I am sure many WHITE PEOPLE can tell this same story. Discrimination is real, and it has no racial boundaries.
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post:
In 1973 I was an 18 year-old freshman music major at the University of Northern Iowa. I was assigned to a 2 person dorm on the 11th floor of a high rise. The roommate I had been assigned never showed. After several weeks of living alone, the dorm director knocked on my door and asked if I was okay sharing a room with a black girl. I know… I was surprised she even asked. It was, as I said, 1973.What I wasn’t expecting was a 23 year-old woman who was not at all serious about an education. She listened to her music loudly while I was trying to study, talked on the phone late into the night, and rarely went to class. I finally spoke to her, politely asking her to please be more considerate, as I needed sleep and the ability to study. Soon after, I walked into our dorm room to find several black women (I believe there were 5 including my roommate) gathered, looking angry. Immediately I was peppered with questions by the leader of the gang, asking me questions like, have I ever even dealt with black people before…what right do I have to tell my roommate she can’t talk on the phone any time she wants to…How many black people were even in my high school…I don’t recall what my response was, but I do recall the leader telling me she has “killed people” for being less disrespectful than I was. I ultimately had to make an escape from the room due to being physically assaulted. I remember my roommate just sat on the bed looking guilty and sorry, but never uttered a word.We had a meeting with the dorm director, but I don’t recall what was said. I was in shock over the whole ordeal. I was bullied and harassed as I made my way to class, as I ate in the cafeteria. I found it impossible to concentrate, or feel safe. Within a week I left school.
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Answered by Jesus de Taco
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Hell my whole life! I come from a small city where blacks were rear so I met and befriended my first black friend at the age of 9. We were like Tubs and Crockett from Miami Vice. We were best friends we went everywhere together then one day he started associating with other blacks which he had never done before. They attacked my ass with a brick. All my girlfriends were black which really pissed off the blacks on MLK blvd where I lived.
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Answered by Julie Belstene
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes, I was in my early 20’s and witnessed a vehicle accident. The black gal started bullying me as I didn’t agree with what happened, she caused the accident. She and her friend started calling me “white trash” and a few other names. The guy behind me was black as well and he agreed with my statement, but they didn’t call him any names-go figure, right? Anyway, I gave my statement to the cops as well as the guy behind me and then we went on our merry way. A couple months later, I get a call from the kid that they hit and the kid is about to lose his drivers license because of the accident. Now, I’m not going to let that happen if I can help it as it wasn’t his fault. I testify over phone as does this other guy. The kid wins the case, he retains his drivers license. It’s all good.
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Posted by Lisa
This has been happening for several months now. I am in HS, and I have been bullied for who I am, WHITE. They keep calling me names, spreading rumors, saying I am racist, and hitting and tripping me. I did not do anything wrong. These group of kids were talking about how black people cant be racist, and I said yes they can. That is how it started. This space has brought me happiness, and I feel welcomed here. I am scared to report them. Any advice on what to do? Thank you
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Answered by Donna S.
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes. First time I remember I was 5 or 6 when a black girl physically accosted me on the playground. I told on her, even after she threatened me. I told her big sister who explained to her that was not the way to be. Never had an issue with her again.
I was bullied and called racist because my 3 year old had white blond hair, and her daycare friend had black natural hair. The little girls thought it was great they had different hair, and did each others hair. I picked up my kid to find her hair in several little ponytails. I laughed and told both girls it was beautiful. The black mom said *I* did my daughter’s hair in a black hairstyle and she was going to kick my ass. She wound up pulling her kid from that daycare because of course, each room had video. She was too embarrassed by being caught in a lie.
I had a friend (I thought he was a friend…) who called me racist because I would not date him. No Jerome. I am not racist. I just don’t want to go out with YOU.
Two black female senior NCO’s told the acting Command Sergeant Major (CSM) (also black) that I was racist after they had attempted to bully and intimidate me on a project. I refused to back down. When the actual CSM (also black) arrived, they went to him immediately to tell him how horrid I was. They did not know we had been friends for decades. They were actually reprimanded.
At a military school, mean black females bullied all of the white females because the black males were paying attention to the nice girls. They were removed from class.
When my spouse died, I took his ashes back to his hometown in North Carolina. I was called a variety of racist names and told white people did not belong.
I certainly don’t blame the entire race for the actions of the ignorant though.
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So this is a subject which is risky to post as people love to take offence to everything these days lol. Before I start, I am not racist, prejudice or discriminatory before people get the wrong end of the stick..I do NOT mean to insult or upset anybody but I really do want to get something off my chest as it is bothering my child.
So I am a white female.
My boy, was happy,intelligent bubbly and outgoing, became very withdrawn at school
The teacher said he had started to sit alone at lunch and sit by himself in the playground.
I asked my boy what was going on. He said Im the only white boy in my class and the othes make fun of me and hit me.
He said they call him racist names which I cant say on this. They make fun of him for being white.
In this Catholic school, there are also children of other religions, who are making fun of his religion and colour.
I cant understand this at all. I am against racism and discriminating and bullying. I hate it because I teach my kid to accept everybodys differences. My kid doesnt want to go to school now. On my street theres 2 other white kids, they are the minority, the rest are black and asian and they all play happily together. I wont sugar coat it though, he has experienced racism from some black and asian kids before on the street. But in general its ok. And Im not saying black or asian kids dont experience racism, but my point is, my child is experience racial bullying for being white.
When I met with the principal, I said he feels singled out being the only white child in the class.
He said he would deal with the whole situation. My boy came home from school in tears. At break time, they made him sit with 2 white Polish children from the year below him, who didnt speak English.
Im confused and angry about the whole situation. Did he sit them with the polish kids because they were white? That wasnt what I wanted him to do, matching people up based on colour!!!! I feel like the bullying should have been dealt with first and foremost, the bullies should be punished… but nothing was done about that. and I also feel like my child shouldnt have to feel strange or weird for being the only white child in the class.
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Note: The following narrative, and others like it, do not necessarily reflect my opinions, or the perspective of this space. I include disparaging remarks so that readers may understand what leads to such attitudes.
This is part of our continuing series of accounts by readers of how they shed the illusions of liberalism and became race realists.
My experiences with blacks began at an early age in Detroit’s public schools. Even in the 1960s, the city’s education system was already in decline. The ordeal that us white students had to go through was harrowing, to say the least. White students did not use the restrooms, as a “beatdown” by multiple blacks was usually the result (blacks never fought one-on-one). We always tried to be in clear view of school personnel at all times in order to avoid being attacked.
Many school officials, especially black ones, were indifferent towards our “white plight.” Even back then, people used the excuse that blacks, due to oppression, weren’t responsible for their bad behavior. Of course, when black students wanted something, they got it. Such as the Black Student Unions that successfully got the American flag removed from the front of the schools and replaced them with “black nationalist” flags.
Then, as now, the black kids did not want to learn. Despite being given every consideration, and more, blacks were always disruptive in class. Excelling at education was seen as “acting white” and was frowned upon. Most of the teachers just shrugged their shoulders and let the disruptions go on. It took only a few blacks to ruin a whole class.
Only a few teachers were anything other than deferential to blacks. They were the ones who strove to shield their white and Asian students from predatory blacks, and gave us additional attention and coursework, knowing that we would excel in spite of the violent, raucous atmosphere. For them I am thankful . . . just as I’m thankful to no longer have to deal with almost any blacks in my day-to-day life.
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I’m including this story since, even though the narrator wasn’t the actual victim, it is a first-person account of anti-white discrimination:
My boss said ‘we didn’t need another White guy.’ Say what?
Reader: I was chatting with one of my bosses the other day about a potential new hire. He let slip that the executive team ultimately did not extend an offer because “we didn’t need another White guy.” He literally said this out loud. I was taken aback.
To be clear, the candidate was eminently qualified, had made it through multiple rounds of interviews, and was the clear favorite among almost everyone who spoke with him. Further, it’s not like he lost out to someone else — they simply didn’t hire him, and the company started the hiring process all over again! This was a position where a person’s ethnicity/sex were completely irrelevant (it is a data analytics job).
As a White guy this bothers me, because if it is true, it is obviously discriminatory. I understand wanting to build a diverse workforce, but this scenario is basically the caricature of diversity hiring. As I’ve thought about it over the past few days, I’ve grown angry. Imagine being a young person, doing well in a series of fairly tough interviews, only to be told “Thanks but no thanks!” Imagine wondering what you did wrong, and not knowing the company took a pass on you because you’re a White guy and they’re worried about optics. It seems clearly illegal, but my boss’s nonchalance suggests he has no idea that this is a rotten way to run a business, and a terrible way to treat people. Am I overreacting?
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Answered by James Thompson
Have you ever seen a teacher ignore a white student being harassed by non-whites?
Yes, I have. I experienced it quite often in high school.
For example, there was a football player that happened to be black that bullied many white students, and was never punished for it. One day, shortly before the upcoming Homecoming game, this punk decided that it was “open season on ‘crackers’” and started wailing on as many white students as he wanted to during the morning classes. I was the only one to fight back, I hit him once, just hard enough to hurt his throwing arm to the point where he was unable to play in the Homecoming game.
That ended up with me getting expelled and sent to an alternative high school for the rest of the year. The football punk? No punishment, at all.
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John B. Photorealistic Artist & Calligrapher
Is it possible for white people across the world to experience or be subject to racism? If so, how?
my 10th grade history homework. We were ordered to title our papers this way. I refused, and was suspended for 2 weeks for “racial inatigation”.
As a result, I was denied admittance for nearly every college I applied to… despite a 4.1GPA, a 1340 SAT, and extracurriculars galore. Id even had an intership at NASA.
But then, of 1700 students, only 12 had been white at my school. I should point out that 4 other students got into my number one choice instead. None had over a 3.6GPA, an 1100 SAT (i asked them), or a single extracurricular.
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Posted by Gomez Munoz
Back in 1980 I was stationed in Washington DC. We looked at the schools near Bolling AFB in Anacostia. It was basically a black neighborhood. The schools looked like something from a 3rd world country. The schools told us, they protect the kids up to the 3rd grade and after that they are on their own.
One did have a nice fence, razor wire on the top of it and inside were sliding barred doors. It looks like a prison. We put our son in the school and he came home and said he hated it. he said no one would be his friend and he was the only white kid in the school. What made us take him out was when he came home upset because the teacher had given the class an assignment to write about their favorite hero. He had written about Roy Rogers and got an F because he was supposed to write about a black hero. We put him in a Catholic School.
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From a comment on Amren:
You are correct, I grew up in the south side of Chicago in the 1980s. Blacks would never fight a white person one on one. They would come around like a pack of hyenas and it would usually be a far higher ratio of at least 10 to 1, 10 Blacks to one white. In my school, the white kids that witnessed it would tell others and before one knew it, the white gangs like the insane popes would then retaliate against one of the Blacks and then one week later we would have an all out race riot. It was not uncommon to have 50 or 60 squad cars in full riot gear at my school after one of the riots would take place. It was like a scene from “Escape from New York.” Kids running every which way you can imagine, throwing bricks at each other, kids getting beaten with all kinds of objects, people getting stabbed, it was hell on earth. I ran like hell all the way home because I knew there was no way out. After four years of inner-city Southside high school in Chicago, when I was 17 and graduated, I literally had about a 3rd grade education. I was intellectually 17, but my math skills, my science skills were still at a level of someone around 10 years old. This was not because I was developmentally slow, this was because the Chicago Public Schools was about indoctrination and putting up with what I mentioned above, having to go to school with a bunch of violent lunatics. My whole day was spent hoping I could make it home alive and not by studying and succeeding. When I had moved on to go to community college when I was 18, 19, 20, and needed to take all of the remedial classes to just catch up to a pre-algebra level, I met a lot of other kids who were in their early 20s who had it completely different and were groomed to go to school and succeed from an early age and did not have to contend with this type of violence like I did. My first girlfriend I knew that went to an all girl Catholic school, had no idea of what life in my world was like because her whole day was spent mingling with other girls and giggling and talking about what college they’re going to go to and who they’re going to marry. I was in high school for four years and I did not use the restroom once because that’s where all the black Gangster Disciples would hang out and one time I went in there and barely made it out alive. Do a search for the hardhat riots on YouTube will find some interesting stuff about the way America once was and how they supported patriotism. You also see how the government and police agreed with patriots since many of them were also former military veterans who believed in America.
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Answered by Marc Ruppert
Have you ever seen a teacher ignore a white student being harassed by non-whites?
Happened pretty much daily where I grew up, in Micronesia. Bullying was tolerated back in my day. And to be clear — this was by white teachers as well. No teacher did anything to stop bullying. If you’re a minority, you’ll probably get bullied, period. It doesn’t matter who or where you are; that is human nature. And we are all humans, after all. No exception to the rule.
As a white, I was a minority, so I got bullied. FIERCELY and ENDLESSLY. For years on end. Never did a teacher intervene. Even after I was attacked so much it became a kind of scandal. Even the higher administration did not intervene in any way. Nobody was ever held accountable.
Even for the whites, what happened to a white child was simply not their problem.
And so the world has always gone. We will sacrifice anything to our comfort, including children. At least if they’re somebody else’s, that is.
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We are based in Philadelphia, and unfortunately, Philadelphia has a lot of problems with crime, with poverty, and with domestic violence. Most of our clients are our people of color, and when George Floyd was murdered in June of 2020, our workplace organized meetings about it; everyone was upset.
This evolved into having what was later referred to as diversity, equity and inclusion (DEI) sessions, where we had affinity groups where staff were separated out into groups based on ethnicity, for example into a white group and a Black group. I was told that I had to attend a white affinity group meeting, but eventually, I was given permission to not attend, because I really didn’t agree with being separated by race.
I also felt that, as a Jew, the last thing I wanted to do was to be separated by race. I didn’t feel anything productive was going to come of that. And I felt it was very regressive. I felt that we didn’t need to listen to one group over another and split ourselves off into groups, we needed to come together more and be more humanistic about it. To me, that was the only way we could address racism.
I found the approach of my organization to be very divisive and to be taking time away from our mission. I don’t think it practically helped any domestic violence survivor. I also don’t think it accomplished anything concrete at all. So it was a lot of wasted hours, which means wasted money. Because, of course, time is money in any organization or business.
I have always been adamantly opposed to racism. I joined the Racial Equity Committee at my job in 2020, but over time, I personally found the language used against white people to be very dehumanizing. I also discovered that there was to be a difference in stipends paid to members of the Racial Equity Audit Taskforce (“REAT”), where Black members of REAT would be paid more than their white counterparts. That seemed not only wrong, but illegal, a violation of US civil rights laws.
The argument was that we work with people of color, so we needed to think a certain way in order to adequately represent them. But I object to being told how to think by anyone. And the fact that you couldn’t dissent from this ideology without being singled out was very concerning. And it was a big red flag for me.
At one point, I had requested that an article on anti-Semitism be included in the company’s anti-racism resources, where they included information on Islamophobia and other prejudices experienced by minorities. My request was denied. I was told that the decision had been made a while back not to include this material.
My company has said that they have spoken out against anti-Semitism, but when I replied to an email about the subject and it created a big firestorm where my motivations and timing were questioned, with some people suggesting that I was highlighting Black perpetrators of anti-Semitism in order to sow division. This struck me as highly unfair. Why shouldn’t the religious group most targeted by hate crimes in America be part of the DEI discussion? Why must focusing on one community’s pain mean that there’s no room to focus on others?
Meanwhile, one of the trainings I was given noted that white supremacy is “a smog we all ingest.” Another was about how our organization was complicit in systemic racism and white supremacy. It was a given that if you’re white, you’re racist. And I was even asked to agree to a “Full Value Contract” shared over email that included a point saying we had to “Own that all white people are racist and that I am not the exception.”
The “Full Value Contract” was intended to govern our behavior during Legal Center meetings. My view was that everything else about this “Full Value Contract” was fine. But there was that one line that stated that all white people are racist and that I’m not the exception. That was my sole objection.
We’re lawyers, and we look at words, and we take the meaning of words seriously. And we’re not going to stop doing that. So I refused to agree to using words that I saw as dividing people.
I was eventually told I had to attend a meeting with the DEI consultant at the time, which my company suggests was presented as an alternative to going back to the white affinity group. I chose to attend the meeting with the DEI consultant. I would describe the meeting as my thoughts being probed with an attempt to reform them, despite the fact my company describes it as an opportunity to support me. I recall that the meeting was to see whether I am safe to be around my colleagues and clients of color.
I did listen to the training. But I didn’t adhere to an ideology that I thought was racist. I don’t think you can fix racism through what I saw as more racism. You can’t fix racism against Black and brown people by, as I saw it, casting aspersions against people who aren’t of color…
I know racism exists, and I want to eliminate it. By saying America is not a racist country, I’m not denying that racism exists. It is there. But I don’t personally believe in Ibram X. Kendi’s idea of anti-racism—which in part states that the only way to address prior racist discrimination is through present anti-racist discrimination—is going to eliminate racism, I personally think it’s going to make it worse. By pitting different identities against each other. I don’t think that that’s the way we should be operating in this country. And as an attorney, I believe a lot of what I experienced violated civil rights laws.
So, I have submitted an Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC) complaint against my employer for singling out white people to agree to a “Full Value Contract”, or set of standards in the workplace, saying they’re racist. I believe this is in violation of Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Pennsylvania Human Relations Act. You’re not allowed to scapegoat any race, including white people, for whatever purpose. A racially hostile atmosphere is one in which there are constantly messages of stereotyping, discriminating, scapegoating, one race, which is what I feel I experienced.
I did not want to take this action, but I do feel like I was pushed into a corner. I really like my job and I don’t want to put it in jeopardy. But at a certain point, I felt like I couldn’t have my integrity and not speak up. It became a matter of protecting myself.
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Answered by Marc Ruppert
Have you ever seen a teacher ignore a white student being harassed by non-whites?
Happened pretty much daily where I grew up, in Micronesia. Bullying was tolerated back in my day. And to be clear — this was by white teachers as well. No teacher did anything to stop bullying. If you’re a minority, you’ll probably get bullied, period. It doesn’t matter who or where you are; that is human nature. And we are all humans, after all. No exception to the rule.
As a white, I was a minority, so I got bullied. FIERCELY and ENDLESSLY. For years on end. Never did a teacher intervene. Even after I was attacked so much it became a kind of scandal. Even the higher administration did not intervene in any way. Nobody was ever held accountable.
Even for the whites, what happened to a white child was simply not their problem.
And so the world has always gone. We will sacrifice anything to our comfort, including children. At least if they’re somebody else’s, that is.
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From a comment on American Renaissance:
Ian Connolly
I didn’t become a full-blown race-realist until 2006-2010, but I remember multiple negative encounters with non-whites, as well as many observances that disturbed me throughout my upbringing.
Specifically blacks, my first negative encounter with them was back in 1991. The Super Nintendo had just been released, and the Sears in the mall had one on display for people to try before they buy. I remember two black guys who were playing Super Mario World, and it looked as if they were about to leave. I walked up and grabbed the controller, and then one of the black guys shoved me aside and loudly yelled “Move it, white boy! You don’t belong here! We run things now!”
I went back to my dad and told him what happened, and he was like “I’ll explain it to you later.” He tried to have a legitimate conversation with me about race and why “some black people hold grudges” but I was just a little kid, and I simply couldn’t understand at that time.
I’ll never forget that day.
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Answered by Nix
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I lived in Central Tanzania for a short while working for the UN and whenever I was on the street I would have Mzungu (white person in Swahili) shouted at me every 10 minutes. I went to the local Tshirt printer and had a top made up with Mzungu on the front and from then on they wouldn’t shout but laugh and come and shake my hand. I was never offended even though it is a derogatory word in their culture and meant to offend.
… and this comment from Maria:
Yes! When I lived in Baltimore, MD. A few occasions but one time it was nuts. Dude yelling at me in the park as I walked my dog. “THIS IS A BLACK PARK! GET OUTTA THIS PARK WHITE B****!” On and on he kept screaming and cussing at me to GET OUT OF THE BLACK PARK! Clearly he was slightly deranged……I know most people are kind and normal. haha
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Answered by Thomas Edward Friedrich
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I wasn’t really bullied, but I did experience the ‘other side of the coin’ living in Nigeria for three and a half months as a younger man. This answer will just demonstrate that black folks are no less inclined to prejudice than any other race (as we’re seeing now, just polished up with progressive identity politics).
So, it was the 90’s and I went to Lagos on behalf of my boss in Texas, who was selling old aircraft to an airline there, Okada Airlines (now defunct). The airline was owned by a tribal leader from Benin City, which was common, especially in West Africa, where geography (jungle and rivers) separated tribes who became more distinct through isolation. There are many languages in Nigeria, more than just ‘dialects.’
I had lived in Botswana for four years, and Kenya one year (and Uganda 2 years as a child). So, Africa wasn’t new to me, but Nigeria was something very different, and the people in this region, which is where the majority of slaves came from, were very disputatious, due largely to the geography/isolation factor described above.
I was one of four idiot white guys who was there at the time training to fly with Okada (in my case to also be a liaison for my boss in his aircraft sales) – two irishmen, a Norwegian named Sigve, and me. Life there was brutal. You went through your day constantly harassed by beggars. Every financial purchase was a haggling nightmare. Nothing was a fixed price, and the arguing was aggressive. This made for a nasty, utterly selfish and chaotic society. In essence, Lagos was a filthy mud bank slum with 15 million people.
I was followed and ridiculed by kids there, singing a derogatory song about ‘Onyibos’ (white people). I wasn’t particularly bothered by that. One day we walked to the golf club, which had been part of the former British army base, long abandoned by the British. The golf course was still there though, looking pretty rough. There was no TV for us in Lagos, and not a whole lot to do, so we thought we’d get into golf. At the club an African guy looked at us sternly and said, “no white people.” We didn’t argue. We walked away laughing.
I am a skinny guy, but I lost 12 pounds in Lagos getting sick all the time. I thought I could handle Africa, but I left this place after three and a half months. All experience is valuable, and living there changed me. I appreciate fine things but I don’t complain much about anything. I know how good I have it living in the West.
So, there is racism in Africa. However, what we experienced was nothing compared to the racism Africans directed at each other, capturing and selling their neighbor tribes into slavery. That’s how that system worked. It capitalized on that hate for ‘the other.’ I would probably get slammed and cancelled forever for saying this, but I lived amongst very nice Africans down in Botswana, tidy industrious ones in East Africa, but we got the rowdy difficult ones from West Africa, through the crime of slavery. You can make some generalizations like this about white cultures too, many of them cruel and pretty uptight. But, just to say, cultures aren’t changed in one generation.
Skin color does not predispose you to being oppressed, nor does it predispose you to being the oppressor. Thoughts like that, which are rife in our progressive movement, are racist, and we simply need to call them out on that. Our current democrats are racists. (Written by a former Democrat).
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What are some examples of racism towards whites and white disadvantages?
I was passed up for promotion twice in the last 12 months. I have went to my union both times to get management to release the paperwork used to determine who gets promoted. Both times management decided the union contract dosent apply even though its spelled out as a right. Both times I was passed over for black men.
If i was black i would sue my company for racial discrimination. I am clearly significanty more qualified then my coworker who got promoted. My direct manager was over ruled in my non selection for promotion.
I have contacted 4 lawfirms they have told me. If i was black they would be willing to take the case for a 35% contingency fee.
How is “naw we would rather promoted a significantly less qualified person of color over a white man”.
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Answered by CookieD456
Just wondering in this space, has anyone white ever been treated badly by a black person?
Yes, yes and yes. Teased relentlessly in grade school around 10 years old when they were 1st bused to our neighborhood, completely unknown types of behavior prior in our community, not just typical kid stuff. Chain ripped off of my neck in high school on last day of school, automatic racism w/out knowing my intent when rushing by 2 females in grocery store & saying excuse me (threatened in line afterwards because of it, even though my “rush” was do to having a sick relative at home), work place mistreatment by superior in form of demeaning treatment whenever I was in her company, racially motivated because I have blue eyes, blonde hair & in her mind, the “last person that should teach a class of black children”. I could go on & on.
They taught me what their culture was like based on how they raise their children, don’t care for their homes, “ride it til the wheels fall off” (wefare), crime, etc. First hand experiences from working in early intervention.
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Excerpt from a comment at It’s Okay to be White:
From Linda Womack:
We had some rough times, husband lost his job four weeks after our first child was born, sucked it up and applied for WIC to feed our newborn. Was denied but told if I had been “black” I would have “most certainly” have been approved. Stood in line behind a black woman wearing all designer (Aigner) items pushing a cart filled with meats and paid with food stamps. Tried to get into a professional education program, but, again, my skin color was the wrong type to qualify under “affirmative action”.
My point is … we all have points in our lives that nudge us in certain directions. I could have let things “nudge” me into hating ALL persons of color, but I chose to not judge an entire group based on my perception of a few incidents. In my septuagenarian years I plan to continue to judge people “by the content of their character, not the color of their skin” because we all bleed red and I think enough red has been spilt over the generations.
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Answered by Tim Shenk
Just wondering in this space, has anyone whiteever been treated badly by a black person?
I served in the active duty army as an infantryman from 1983–2003. I can tell you I was targeted by blacks in one company because I was the only white NCO. I had a black solder warn me to watch out because they were trying to kill me. And they were – but only succeeded in getting another soldier killed. There were investigations and the law prevailed – that’s all I will say on that – but the military was systematically racist against white – where a black was promoted only because he was black – and they had quotas. It probably still is this way. I am not trying to stir up any animosity but just telling the truth out plain.
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She said “We Don’t Tip White People” and Spat on Me
It really pains me sharing this story. I not only have been delivering over 20 years but I am also a consultant and develop delivery systems. So I have a lot of experience with deliveries.
I get this delivery in the suburbs going into “the city”. The same city they have been having these protests and looting. I am white and went into a predominantly black neighborhood. I went to a mixed high school many years ago and going into black neighborhoods don’t bother me and I honestly don’t see color. Its just not something I think about when meeting someone or judge.
Anyway, this customer ordered from IHOP and it was a late morning delivery. I got to the door with my typical smile and shpeal. Told them I have some delicious food for them. My typical show production at the door. The app had instructions that said, “cash tip!!!” so after handing them the food they seemed like they wanted to go in and end the interaction. I stopped them for a minute and showed them my phone and said, “Hey I wanted to ask you. I noticed on the app you had instructions that you may be providing a cash tip. Are you doing that in cash today or are you opting out?”. Mind you, I have done this countless times for years with no problems so don’t comment about how I do things regarding asking for tips (thanks). She replied, “Oh yea. Sorry, we don’t tip white people”. As shocked as I was she said that, I still have the mentality of how other customers tip more and it all works out in the end. So with that I smiled and said, “Ok thats fine, I respect that. Enjoy your food and have a great day”.
I turn around and I am walking away and I hear her clear her throat like she is trying to bring up some phlegm then I heard her spit and I felt a little flick on my back and I felt a went spot. I immediately turned around, grabbed my shirt, and tried to spin it around to check. I then confirmed that there was spit on the back of my shirt. Not wanting to create a confrontation, I simply said, “Ok, I am leaving but why did you do that?” and she laughed and said, “Leave now or I am going to tell my brothers in the house you are still here.” and she said it in a very disrespectful and entitled tone.
I remained silent and walked back my car, removed my shirt and threw it in on the floor in the back then left. Once I got out of the city, I pulled into a parking lot, popped my trunk, and put on one of my backup shirts. However, I was and still am very upset and angry this whole thing happened.
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Answered by Emily Elizabeth
Just wondering in this space, has anyone whiteever been treated badly by a black person?
Yes. I have many examples but one favorite story of mine is the ‘whatever’ story.
I worked as a Residential Director after being a para educator. I had done ABA Therapy and moved up to working with adults who are Autistic and I was in charge of a particular group home. There were some very angry people who had wanted the job. They were not qualified, didn’t have the education or background that I had but nonetheless had wanted it. So there was a lot of smarm and hateful behavior, but I ignored it.
One day I was asked to go help another home as their Director was out. I went up to the door and introduced myself to a very surly Black lady who was a worker there. She proceeded to rant and rave about how much she hated when they sent new people. I said well, I’m sorry, I think he had an emergency. She raved about Admin sending all these GD Whites to ‘check in’ on them. I ignored her. I asked for for a sign in sheet as each home had them in a different place. She started raving about having to get it, and I finally responded with, ‘whatever, I just need a time sheet to sign in please’. She spun around. ‘Whatever’. ‘WHATEVER?’ This chick is Ruuuudddee’ and got the house phone to complain about moi. Because I responded to her raving with ‘whatever’.
I still do not have a timesheet at this point and just sat down at the table, glad she’d left the room. I feel a wooosh past my head and it’s the phone hitting the table, narrowly missing me. I pick it up and tell the person on the other end she threw the phone at me, this is because she is angry you sent me here, that I’m White, and that I responded to her ranting with, ‘whatever’. They said, ‘they are territorial at that house, we’ll talk to her’ which was a way of dismissing the racial comments and violence. She was pacing and acting crazy as she was being spoken to on the phone. I didn’t feel safe there and I let them know I wasn’t staying in a house with this person, which they agreed was alright but nothing was done to her over her behavior. Imagine if that had been reversed.
The other incident there was one of the reasons I left the profession. The home I was the Director in had several staff members. One was there overnight and early morning, which included giving the residents meds and driving them. I had to go over there at night because the van was being repaired which was my responsibility. First time I’d met her. She was as drunk as a skunk. Breath reeked of alcohol and she called me several wrong names because she couldn’t remember ‘Emily’ she was so drunk. I let my supervisor know and she told me it HAD HAPPENED BEFORE: I was shocked. I had to stay to drive them in the morn. They put her in some kind of ‘training’ but she kept being allowed to work there. A few weeks later I was going over the med book for the month, also my responsibility. It was all screwed up by none other than Mrs. Drunk Lady. No signatures for giving their meds and I checked the med supply, extra ones were missing. I had to let the RN know and my supervisor. They had ME talk to her about it, and she said she gave them their meds. I showed her that she did not sign, and she jerked the book away and clawed my hand with her long plastic fake nails as she did. I let her know that the RN said this could compromise her license and cannot happen again. She was very angry, and was slurring her speech and drunk. This being only the second time I’d met her my guess is she was always drunk. I had to let my supervisor know and she had ME call her to tell her to go to the office, she would be fired. Of course she screamed in my ear and cussed but I relayed the message. I was extra worried for weeks that she’d come there and retaliate but she didn’t. But here’s the kicker—I found out from the RN that she had been in EVERY HOME the Company owned and they just moved her every time she messed up or was drunk. Ours was the last one. They were reluctant to fire her for things that were illegal and could get someone killed, driving drunk. But people lose jobs for political opinions they share in a podcast, for example. I recall a college professor being canned because of a tweet, a good teacher at that, liked by all students. Unbelievable.
I have other stories, like seeing a black woman ask my elderly mom if she was having a ‘blonde moment’ when she was filling out hospital paperwork for my dying dad and was trying to remember something, or two Mexican girls scream-talking to each other on the bus as I sat in the middle, getting off on hurting Whitey’s ears, but, yeah. Privileges.of. Whiteness.
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I Was Force Bused in the 90s
Note: I’ve mildly edited this narrative to meet Quora’s BNBR guidelines.
I went to a majority black school in the 1990s. It was bad back then, but it’s probably worse now since anti-whiteness has become even more socially acceptable. I was constantly teased, jumped, and bullied by blacks for being white. There was also a white teacher who got harassed and beaten, too. One day, her car was keyed and broken into while parked at the school. She went to the principal and then the school board and they said that she had to just accept it. They claimed it was the black kid’s culture and it was her fault for not understanding them. She sued and won half a million dollars. More people should do what she did.
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Answered by James Thompson
Have you ever seen a teacher ignore a white student being harassed by non-whites?
Yes, I have. I experienced it quite often in high school.
For example, there was a football player that happened to be black that bullied many white students, and was never punished for it. One day, shortly before the upcoming Homecoming game, this punk decided that it was “open season on ‘crackers’” and started wailing on as many white students as he wanted to during the morning classes. I was the only one to fight back, I hit him once, just hard enough to hurt his throwing arm to the point where he was unable to play in the Homecoming game.
That ended up with me getting expelled and sent to an alternative high school for the rest of the year. The football punk? No punishment, at all.
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I Was an Appalachian Kid Who Was Force Bused
I grew up in the 1970s and 1980s in a black majority Southern town. My parents were both Appalachian “hillbillies” who had gone away to college and become liberals. They moved to a large coastal town for work. Our new home was the site of a large “historically black college,” which had been recently absorbed into the state university system. Most of the local public school system’s teachers and administrators were graduates of this college, and they were well versed in the kind of militant black rage we have come to call critical race theory and African American Studies. I don’t know if it had a name back then. We called it “the extremely angry teacher is on another rampage.”…
Beyond the Projects was the old ghetto — tar paper shacks where the denizens of the Projects’ grandparents lived. And deep within the borders of this shantytown was the trailer park where poor whites lived. When my parents broke up, my mother moved us into this trailer park.
Life got rough. Going to or from school or going to visit my friends who lived on the white side of town was always dangerous. I was regularly targeted by large gangs of blacks, dozens of black boys and grown men took turns punching me in the stomach and kicking my head. Another time, walking home from school, somebody hit me over the head at the edge of the Projects. I don’t know for how long, but I was knocked completely unconscious. The blacks on the basketball court made regular demands for money, and it went a lot worse for me if I didn’t have some to share.
Keeping a bicycle was of course impossible. When I turned 13, my mother bought me a lawnmower so I could start my own business. Within a month it was stolen, too. Going out after dark was out of the question. The only way out was past the basketball court where gangs loitered until the wee hours of the morning, shouting, cussing, and whooping.
School was like being held hostage behind enemy lines. The black teachers and administrators were determined to stamp out racism. When ABC aired Roots in 1977, we were assigned to watch the whole thing. The teachers had study guides and there were daily quizzes about the previous night’s content, and a big test at the end of the week. I was deeply moved by it. The message of shared white guilt and the unbreakable determination of blacks to maintain their families and their honor went right to my heart. The black children were enraged by the show and became even more belligerent than usual. I didn’t blame them.
I vividly recall walking by the courthouse one evening and stopping to stare at the monument there, an obelisk with what looked like a cowboy standing atop it. I read the inscription, “To Our Confederate Dead.” I was utterly scandalized. Weren’t these men traitors? And racists besides? Why memorialize such criminals? I was probably in the sixth grade at the time. I understand now that this is what’s called “internalized abuse.” The abuse victim comes to feel he deserves it — that his tormentor is right.
I don’t mean to imply it was all bad or the blacks were entirely horrible. I had a lot of black friends. My very best friend in seventh grade was a black kid who lived near me. My least favorite teachers were black but so were my favorites.
My black history teacher, Miss Washington, was just out of college and angrier than most. She was certainly the lowest-IQ teacher I ever had. She could barely read or write and spoke mostly in incomprehensible grunts. Her spelling was probably at about a fourth grade level, and I once made the mistake of correcting her spelling while she was scrawling something on the chalkboard. “You don’t tell me nothing, white boy,” she shrieked. “This ain’t the eighteen hundreds no more!” (She pronounced it “eighdeen hunnits.”) I was terrified. She dragged me by the ear to the principal’s office where I got a whipping, my last public school whipping.
I got along with a lot of the black kids. I could sing and dance like a black man and made friends by crooning the soul songs popular at that time by Kool & the Gang, and Earth, Wind & Fire. So I learned to shuck and jive and I was good at it. I also learned a style of rapid-fire insults called “joke you down” that was popular. Once, in Miss Washington’s class, an extremely low-IQ, impossibly fat black girl named Jennifer said something to the class about me. I responded, “Shut up, Hungry-Hungry Hippo,” a reference to a popular kid’s game. The class roared with approval. Jennifer was wild with rage. “You stupid, white boy! You stupid, white boy! You stupid, white boy!” was her comeback. She pronounced it “thtupit,” which I proceeded to mock, getting an even bigger laugh.
When the bell rang, I was putting my books in my locker when suddenly Jennifer’s entire 400-pound bulk slammed me brutally against the locker. She pushed my head into the locker and smashed the door against my neck. And punched me again and again. I was helpless against this monster — her strength was unimaginable. A huge crowd gathered, howling with laughter as I took what was coming to me. When finally she released my head, I fell to the floor and Jennifer kicked me down the length of the hall. “You thtupit, white boy!”
Despite my Stockholm Syndrome and all the Roots propaganda, I recognized by the eighth grade that the violence was escalating. Being an adequate student, 13-years-old, you would be in a class with several 16- or 17-year-old guys repeating the eighth grade over and over. These guys were fully grown and already had well-established careers in crime, specializing in drug dealing and thievery or extortion. Getting mugged at school was a regular thing and for me, it broke the white guilt spell.
I remember thinking how I have zero involvement in all these anti-white grievances the blacks were so upset about. I thought about all the times I had suffered violence, intimidation, and theft at the hands of these people, and I asked myself how many times had I ever even inconvenienced a black person? Other than calling Jennifer a “Hunger Hungry Hippo,” the answer was none at all. I accepted my dad’s invitation to move back to the mountains and I never regretted it. There, at least until the Opioid Crisis, you could leave your door unlocked and your bicycle and lawnmower out front.
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Why I left Paterson, New Jersey
This is from the archives of Colin Flaherty:
This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.
I am a victim of anti-white racism. In May 2012, three black guys beat me up for no other reason than being white. I was called “cracker,” “honky,” “white boy,” “faggot,” and several other names before getting punched in the face so hard, I lost three of my front teeth. And for what? Nothing more than the color of my skin! And they call white cops “racists.” All I did was park my car, step out onto the lot, and suddenly I was swarmed. I did nothing to provoke them. I stood up for myself, but it was impossible for me to handle three attackers at once.
Answered by Bobby Jones Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Unfortunately, it wasn’t just one black person, it was several, and it wasn’t from childhood. Several months ago, a friend from college who is black, invited four other college friends and me to have brunch with him at an upscale restaurant that he owns. He had a special table for us in the back of the kitchen. When we got to the restaurant, the hostess told us that our friend was on his way, and we were to wait there until he arrived. The line to get in was long, and it stretched outside the restaurant and down the street. Everyone in line was black, and the wait was long for them. The people in three of the parties were becoming impatient because they had reservations. Someone in the party directly behind us began yelling that they were going to have to wait even longer because “Those white motherfuckers are here taking up space!” A couple women in another party were asking what we were doing there and suggested that we take our white asses somewhere else. Yet another one began yelling that somebody ought to drag our “motherfuckin’ asses out of here.” It turned into such a screaming match that we couldn’t tell who was saying what. We just didn’t engage with them, which seemed to have made them angrier and louder. Apparently, they feel that black-owned businesses are for blacks only. When our friend arrived, he walked in on the yelling, screaming, and cursing. He asked each party the name on its reservation. Then, he told the hostess to scratch them off the list because they were leaving and trespassed from the premises. There were more screaming fits on their way out. Fortunately, quite a few of the people in the remaining parties were disgusted and embarrassed by what they had witnessed.
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From American Renaissance’s First-Person Accounts:
Race in Prison
I grew up in the 1980s and lived in several different places around the US and Europe. The racially-based problems we are seeing in Europe today did not exist when I lived there, but certainly did in the US. However, that is not when I became racially aware.
A few years ago, I spent a couple years in federal prison. I had never been in trouble before, and had always been involved in the community through volunteering. While volunteering in some of the toughest neighborhoods in the country, I thought I got to know the black community well; and, even though their neighborhoods were the most violent, I met some decent non-whites who wanted to improve the world.
Things were different in prison. I am of European and American Indian descent. When I was sentenced, I was entered into the system as an American Indian. I did not think that this would mean much, but, when I went in, it determined the course of my life for the next two years. Since the inmates check on people (by looking up their inmate number through family/friends on the outside), I was granted access to non-white spaces. The things I heard there sickened me.
What made me realize the importance of race was the way non-white inmates talked about whites. I heard blacks brag about gang raping, serial raping, and generally brutalizing white women. I heard them fantasize about the ways in which they would degrade and kill white women — and men. Most of their hatred, though, was directed towards white women. They shared fantasies about demeaning and exploiting them. What was even worse, is that many of them either were, or had been, “romantically involved” with white women. Having a white daughter, this sickened me. When I told them that, they laughed and said that I should keep her away from them.
The pure animalistic hatred I saw in so many blacks and Hispanics was almost always about race. Meanwhile, the white and Asian inmates were the least involved in the prison’s criminal activity and the least tribal.
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It’s OK to be White
Just wondering in this space, has anyone whiteever been treated badly by a black person?
The guy looked incredibly uncomfortable about it and I found the whole thing even funnier because I had walked in chatting with a group of Pakistani (why I assume it is/was a Pakistani joint) guys.
By a Black person? No. A Pakistani or at least middle eastern person? Yes. I was refused service in a Pakistani (or at least Muslim) fast food place because “we don’t serve people like you here, sorry.” The guy looked incredibly uncomfortable about it and I found the whole thing even funnier because I had walked in chatting with a group of Pakistani (why I assume it is/was a Pakistani joint) guys.
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From a comment by Guy Nimmo
I was on a street in Key West in, I think, 1990 when I suddenly heard this very hostile voice behind me asking me what I was doing. I turned and saw a black middle aged male. I think I said something along the lines of ‘I’m just looking around.‘ To which he replied, ‘This is a black street’. I said I was a tourist and he said that this time he wouldn’t do anything but that i should get out straight away and if he saw me again I shouldn’t expect mercy.
A few days later I was attacked by a youth waiting for me as I came out of the cinema, also in Key West. He made it clear by his comments he wanted to attack me for being white. (Presumably being unarmed and not in a vehicle was my mistake?) So yes, it’s happened to me. Although I would classify it more along the lines of direct racial attack for being white, the pendulum having well and truly, swung.
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post:
i was in a holding cell at traffic court with 2 black ladies and after a few hours one became bored and looked at me, turned to her friend and suggested they both jump me because of all the bad thats ever happened to blacks, ever. i kept my mouth shut and i stood up because im not going to just let it happen but the other girl said no. and pointed out that im in the same cell with them. i am not the problem.
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Former DoD Quality Assurance Specialist (1986–2009)
Does racism towards white people exist? Can you be racist to a white person?
Years ago my wife was the only white person working in a tax office. The office employed a dozen tax pros. The racism she experienced, almost exclusively from the black women employees, brought her to tears almost every day. She was constantly referred to as “the high yellow girl”. One woman employee went to the (black) manager and said (loud enough to be heard), “I won’t work with a white woman. Either she goes or I go.” She went.
My wife stayed. She was VERY GOOD at her job. She knew taxes and how to deal with clients. The manager (a black man) recognised quality over color.
To illustrate the sheer hatred we’re facing, I’ll include a screenshot showing that the above post was reported for “hate speech:”
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Former Professor of Psychology, Film Pseudo – Analyst
What is the most racist thing you’ve ever seen happen to a white person?
When I was 14, a friend of my family’s 18 year old (white) brother was shot and killed by a black kid. When the trial was over and the shooter was convicted, the older brother of the deceased was spit on on his way out of the courthouse. He was called every racist name you could ever call a white person, and he was covered in spit and mucus. Another instance was when I was jumped at 14 years old in a black neighborhood literally because they said I was “white and you don’t belong here”. Other than those instances I can’t say any particular racist attack was thrown at me, but I do see it happening on CNN on the daily.
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Studied at Indiana University Bloomington
What is the most racist thing you’ve ever seen happen to a white person?
Saw a young White guy in a talent show sing and play guitar on an excellent Country and Western song. Got rousing applause from entire audience in a military base theatre.
Overheard he came in third because judges wanted Black acts to win.
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Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Had a friend in school who was Asian. When we left was not allowed contact with her because, in her father’s words I was a white whore who would lead her into trouble. He had never met me before, but because I was white he thought it ok to make a racist comment, condemning me and any other white woman because of the colour of our skin.
Racism is and always has been a two way thing.
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“The School Doesn’t Care About Victims Unless They’re Black or Hispanic”
From the late Colin Flaherty’s archives, published at American Renaissance:
I live in Davie, Florida. We whites are the minorities down here. On the bus ride back from the first day of middle school, my son got beat up by a bunch of black kids who then put hand sanitizer in his eyes. At the same school, my daughter got jumped by a black girl who beat her so badly her ear turned blue. Broward County Schools does nothing. The school doesn’t care about victims unless they’re black or Hispanic…
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post:
I applied for a job at an oil refinery in Philly. We had to take a really long, really difficult test and pass it before they will even interview you. Well i was interviewed, told i had the highest score on the test and the interview went well. I could tell i was getting hired just by the way he was acting and things he said. I got called for a second interview and he told me he really wanted to hire me, but his boss said no because he was told he had to hire a minority. So there went my job.
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Experiences of a Social Worker
Excerpts from an American Renaissance first-person account:
Sometimes I worked with families. I had a black single mother with three sons, ages 15, seven, and six. The younger children were sweet, but the teenager was defiant and had a chip on his shoulder. When you work with children, it’s important to involve the whole family. Most days, the unemployed mother of three was too high to come down the stairs to let me in the door. Every time I came by, she was either slumped over on the couch or passed out in bed in a medicated stupor.
The teenager, K’veon, had gotten himself kicked out of so many schools the county was threatening to expel him from the entire school system and turn him over to the state. My agency told me to set up a meeting with his principal to tell him about K’veon’s chaotic home life, his diagnosis, and his mental limits — and to ask that he be kept in school. That wasn’t for K’veon’s benefit. If he were turned over to the state, the agency could no longer bill for mental health services that were doing him no good anyway.
I laid K’veon’s options out for him. If he didn’t clean up his act, he would have no education, no skills, and would be poor for the rest of his life. My advice came straight from the heart, but K’veon took it differently. He went home and falsely told his mother I called him the N-word. She reported me for racism. I was written up for this, but I refused to sign the papers, which would have been an admission of guilt. The accusation hurt my reputation around the office…
The frustration was cresting when I met Mike…
In that early-morning conversation, I repeatedly tried to reassure him that things would be okay. He got angry, said I did not understand him culturally, and hung up. I was worried about him. He had a parole meeting coming up soon, but he missed it and was ordered back to prison. I sent Mike a text saying that a warrant was out for his arrest.
He demanded that I get him a lawyer, but I told him that wasn’t my job. However, I could continue as an advocate for him to the judge and parole board. There was no reply. The next day, I woke up to find dozens of pieces of bologna all over my car, and the words “white prick” spraypainted on the trunk. The bologna stuck so tightly to the car that when I peeled it off, the paint came off with it. My car needed a new paint job.
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Lives in The United States of America (1900–present)
Does racism against white people exist? What would that look like?
It totally exists.
As for what it looks like:
Having a total black stranger start throwing fists at you while telling you he wants to murder as many crackers as possible.
Having a total black stranger charge at you with his cane while calling you white boy.
In both cases, you hadn’t even said a word to the black stranger (Which means he’s not acting out due to a personal dispute. He’s acting out because of your ethnicity. Made evident by the racial slurs he used)
Racism against whites is: Having a Mexican business owner flat out tell you she only hires her own.
Racism against whites is: Having a Mexican IMMIGRANT tell you (an American-born citizen whose family has been in this country since the Potato Famine) he somehow has more right to this land than you do just because the state you live in used to belong to Mexico.
Racism against whites is: Having Native Americans purposely cough and/or spit in your direction while telling you how much they hate whites.
Racism against whites is: Having a Latina coworker discuss how much she loves it when white boys lose fights (Knowing you’re within earshot of her)
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Answered by Jeff
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I worked with a black guy I thought was my friend, I don’t know if this is considered bullying but it really hit me the wrong way. I ask him one day if he would come over for a cook out at my house, he said hell no, I ain’t eating with no white people. And he was as serious as a heart attack. I would have to reconsider risking my neck to save his if he’s too good to eat with me.
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post:
I didn’t get a job in the 70’s because my skin was the wrong color. I found out about it because a friend was a supervisor…
I applied to work for a public utility. I was certified and licensed to do what I applied for. My father knew the department head. The dept head told my father why I wasn’t hired. My skin wasn’t the right color. I found work somewhere else where they didn’t discriminate against white people. This occurred in the 1970’s.
Answered by Mdusty
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I’m not sure if “bullied is the word” but when I was in elementary school, I went to a school with mostly black people (My guess would be 95%) I had people freak out or be insanely disgusted if I accidentally touched them bc they thought I was “poisonous”. I also found out my biggest bullies wanted to straight up k*ll me. I did nothing wrong. I was bullied since day 1, and I literally did not do ANYTHING. Every single kid who went to that school that just so happened to be WHITE was bullied. EVERY SINGLE ONE! Needless to say this was how my depression and anxiety started.
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Answered by Brad Miller
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Bullied, threatened, physically assaulted, and attempted extortion. And a lot of it was at work.
When I consulted a manager I trusted, I was told outright that if I filed a formal complain I would be fired as a racist, and nothing would happen to the black person. This was true, I saw it happen to not less than 3 other white employees.
White privilege my ass!
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Yes often. I grew up in a predominately black area and went to a predominately black school. So yeah it happened a lot…
In grade school I was chased and beaten. All I heard was get the white girl. In jr. high a boy grabbed my breast because he didn’t believe white girls had big boobs. (I got suspended for slapping him) in high school I was told I better not try for the track team they didn’t want a skinny ass honkey on the team. These are three of the many times.
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From American Renaissance’s ongoing series of Colin Flaherty’s archives:
This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.
About seven years ago, I was driving along and saw a group of about ten blacks attack two teenage white girls. I drove my jeep onto the sidewalk and grabbed one of the males and threw him to the ground. Then I kicked one of the females, and the other blacks started to back off. Luckily, another woman had also pulled over and was getting the girls into her car. The two whites were just coming from some teen event held at the local Elk’s Club when these blacks attacked them out of the blue. As they ran uptown to get back to the Projects, I heard one of them yell, “White boy bad.”
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Russell Chappell (1979–2010)
1973. Inglewood, California. I went to the hiring office for Pacific Bell (AT&T). I was straight up told that they were only hiring minorities and I was wasting my time. The HR person was a woman of color. WTF? 1979 I applied in San Jose, California. I was hired as a cable splicer on the spot. Wonder what changed? Did the HR person in Inglewood (I was born and raised in South Central Los Angeles) have a personal agenda?
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In response to a tweet about a White girl being assaulted “probably because I’m White:”
Catmantoo:
In the ‘60’s, I was the same age as this girl. This happened to me on a daily basis. Walking to the store, in school, after school. This has been going on a looooooong time. It was because I am white. I know this because the people knocking me around told me so.
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post:
Yes, of course. This happened to me a few years ago. I was riding the subway home late at night. In the car of the subway where I was seated, a black woman was yelling and shouting to her friends while pacing up and down the aisle. She wasn’t angry – just irritatingly loud. I wouldn’t have said anything, but it was late at night, and I was very tired; I just wanted to get home without any hassles. I said to her, “Do you have to shout? Please lower your voice.”That was all it took: she yelled, “No white lady tells ME what to do!” She clenched her right fist and punched me very hard on the right side of my head. It hurt. I said, “Owww! That hurt!” Then she launched into a loud, angry, anti-white racist screed. I thought about pressing the panic button to alert the subway driver, but he was also a black person, and I didn’t know how he’d react. So, at the next stop, I exited that particular subway car and entered another one, where no one hassled me.
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Aladin Darkness · Evil Scientist (1972–present)
Yes, in the Fall of 1978 I was alone in the College Dorm Quad in Rochester MN. Four Black guys came in, beat me up for no reason, and threw me out of the Quad. I didn’t know who they were, I had never seen them before, I hadn’t said anything to them. They did teach me that there really is Racism, and if they out number you, they will let their true selves shine thru. I never did go back to the Quad again.
(Edited for spelling and grammar – Reuben)
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Answered by Ashley
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Right after I met my husband he asked me to go to a high school graduation with him. This school was largely black. I was just walking by a group of black girls/women and one pushed me down some stairs and called me a racial slur. I’d never seen that person in my life. I assume she did that because I am a blond white woman. I think everyone has experienced racism. It just seems to be okay to be racist towards a certain group.
Answered by Anomaly
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Oh, yes.
One night, cruising for fares, I saw this fellow waving me down. He gets in, and as I pull away from the curb, I start the meter and ask, “Where might you be heading to, sir?”
After stating their destination rather curtly, they added, “And step on it, honky.”
I looked in the rearview, lifted off the accelerator, and asked, “What was that, sir?”
“You heard me, cracker.”
Now, I didn’t know this dude from Adam. Never saw him before.
Nodding, I replied, “That’s what I thought you said. Sir, you have three choices. You can sit back there, cool your attitude, pay your fare when you get where you’re going, and we won’t have a problem. I can pull over and let you get another ride, and we won’t have a problem. But I promise you, Almighty God as my witness, you’re going to have a problem you don’t want any part of. So what’s it gonna be?”
He popped off again, “I”ma kick yo’…” that was as far as he got. In the dark, I’d just barely seen his arm draw back as if to cold-cock me, or maybe he had a weapon. I figured if he meant to kill me, he was coming with me. I put the accelerator to the floor. In a 1997 Crown Victoria Police Interceptor. This incident was what taught me this particular car had the 5.4L, not the 4.6L.
This town has short blocks. I took this jackass through the first red light at 75 mph. I was banging on 85 before the next one. The third one had a forked intersection, each fork with a curve, so I stood on the brakes about thirty feet before entering. When the car stopped, there was tire smoke from all four corners, the nose was half in the other lane, and he was struggling to pull himself out of the floorboard. At this point, I realized he was either high or drunk. I didn’t care at this point, I was PISSED.
“Man, you crazy, man! Crazy!..”
Now, I’m not a violent person, but I cut him off and replied, “You’ve got thirty seconds to get your sorry ass out of this car, or you’re going to find out just how crazy I am. Don’t think for one second I won’t take you up the main drag at 100-plus. You’d BETTER come CORRECT if you ever see ME again, and you’d better NEVER disrespect a cab driver like that again, either.”
I take people as I find them, but it’s clear to me that the guilty dog barks the loudest. i.e., those who talk the most about racism are often themselves the racists.
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From Amren’s ongoing series of Colin Flaherty’s archives:
This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.
I am a female in my mid-twenties and last night I was at Lake Park in Wisconsin, along with half of Milwaukee. While leaving, I passed by three or four black teenagers. Suddenly I heard a click and felt a sharp pain on my thigh. One of them shot me with either a BB or an airsoft gun, I couldn’t tell. I just know that I have one of the ugliest bruises I have ever seen. I was pissed. I immediately confronted them and demanded to know why they did that. We exchanged words, but they basically said they did it “Because we be black.” Whereas I am a white girl, which means that I must be racist. I have a CCW permit and often carry. I was last night. I also served in the military and the initial sting made my muscle memory want to automatically reach for my weapon. Luckily I am not a trigger-happy lunatic, but what those kids did was seriously stupid.
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Steven Guppy
It’s OK to be White
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes, years ago when I was living in a city by the name of Bristol. I was walking home at night after a late shift at work rhere all-of-a-sudden I was surrounded by four blacks who appeared out of the shadows and surrounded me. They called me all sorts of racist names and pushed me about a bit before I was able to make a break for it and run. It seems that racism towards white people at the hands of non-whites is still acceptable.
Yes, years ago when I was living in a city by the name of Bristol. I was walking home at night after a late shift at work rhere all-of-a-sudden I was surrounded by four blacks who appeared out of the shadows and surrounded me. They called me all sorts of racist names and pushed me about a bit before I was able to make a break for it and run.
It seems that racism towards white people at the hands of non-whites is still acceptable.
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From a comment on an Amren article:
I have been denied seating at Chinese restaurants, while others coming after me, and without reservations have been seated, this went on till my lunch hour is over. Chinese diners definitely got better treatment. But so did parties with more than one person (more tips that way). I just figured, if you don’t want my business, fine, and I went somewhere else.
Answered by Pippy Brewster
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes. I can remember a few times. One time I was in 7th grade, middle school, at the mall with my aunt. I walked past a black girl and was looking at her, because I look at everyone. She said “what the fuck are you looking at white girl?!” While flinching at me. No idea where that came from and I’ve never heard anyone call out race like that until then. I went to a public school where it was 50/50 with white and black.
The second time I was with my best friend. I grew up in a city that is known for bring one of the most segregated cities in America. My BFF lived on the north side and I was on the Southside. We took a city bus to her house which included going through the inner city, not so nice area. This big black girl got on the bus and sat directly across from us. She was so threatening to us the entire time, taunting us, starting everything with “white girl”. It was super uncomfortable and intimidating. I can say with honest truth, I have never addressed a black person as black girl or black boy but have seen it many times done the opposite way. It’s not only white people who are racist. In fact, I often think it’s the other way around sadly.
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Being White on Martin Luther King Day
This is part of Amren’s ongoing series from Colin Flaherty’s archives:
This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.
On January 16, 2012, I was about a half mile from my house, on the way to work. I pulled over to text. I didn’t think the black kids I had passed were anything to worry about. Before I knew it, they jumped into my car. I ended up being shot at four times and hit once. The 16-year-old who shot me wanted to honor Martin Luther King, Jr. Day by “killing a cracker.” I was the first cracker that got in their way that day.
The teenager who shot me committed a home invasion 13 days after my carjacking and murdered five young men. He was sentenced to only 25 years for all of it.
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Answered by Zach Rock
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I’m not sure if there’s any white population left but I grew up in South Florida and Boyd Anderson in Oakland Park at the time was 93% black. They had Cracker Day in the middle school and the high school there. Cracker day was every Friday and the administration allowed it. What it meant was if you were white and went to school on Friday you were allowed to get attacked and beaten until there was blood and there was no recourse. Luckily most of the teachers would not mark you as absent if you chose not to go into school and get attacked for being white.
Sure there’s the KKK but the most racist people I’ve ever met were black people and the self-hate is pretty sad.
Racism will be extinct once black people stop creating it as well as stop using the n word and that means even in comedy and their BET channel. But look at black people in Europe, they are quote unquote normal human beings. Their culture also experienced slavery and you don’t hear them complaining about it or hating themselves.
Speaking of slavery we already know that blacks were selling blacks but there were just as many if not more whites as slaves for just as many thousands of years so reparations are a joke. It’s time for human beings to grow up and move on, especially considering the fact that you’ve never experienced real racism just self-hate and reflected off of movies and books from the past.
Answered by Rick Jackson
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I’ve never been ‘bullied’ by blacks. I’ve been ignored and made feel uncomfortable.
Once in New Orleans I was told I wasn’t welcome. Cool, my money spends everywhere. Your lose.
“It was obvious I was not welcome. I walked in. The statement was, “You’re not welcome here.” I am from Arizona, not Louisiana. Yes it was a black person.”
Answered by Frances Lock
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes , I worked at Walmart as maintenance. I was mopping a sugar spill th covered the entire supper center as someone shopped with a bag of sugar leaking. A black woman followers me for two hours running her cart over my freshly mopped areas. She would stand staring at me and wait until I finished an area so she could dirty it again.
Luck would have it that they called me to the check out area when she was checking out. I saw her staring at me while she was checking out. I put my cleaning cart six foot in front of me mopped six foot and turned my back to her and took the wet floor sign and waved it over the wet section drying the floor. She stood ten minutes trying to get on the wet floor while I never looked at her. She finely gave up and left. I won. The cashier called me over and laughed and said I saw what you done. I told her what the customer had done to me. She sad there were a lot of people shipped up to Arkansas from Louisiana during a hurricane and the blacks from there were really mean to whites in Arkansas. I never said one mean word to her or reacted back except defending my wet floor at the door. I won.
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post:
Yep. I grew up in a predominately black PA town in the 1970s. It really got bad when ABC aired Roots. The five of us white kids in my class were sitting in the playground at recess. We were attacked by roughly 20 of our classmates and several high school kids. Kicked, spit on, and mud thrown on us “because of slavery”. The black principal did nothing, telling my parents “You got to understand what these black children have been through.”. I don’t hate black people for this, I hate those black people for this.
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post:
I live in Bristol. Whilst teaching once (on supply) I was racially abused by a group of black girls (‘never trust a white person!). I reported this to the head and he shrugged his shoulders and said something akin to, “What can you do!?”. I mean, just imagine it the other way round …I also once had a gang of Asian lads brick the windows of a bus I was on whilst shouting racist abuse at everyone (all white) on it. That was in Domain Details Page Manchester, myself and a blonde lady were deliberately not served when it was our turn ahead of the black customers in a popular Caribbean take away. We both eventually left much to the amusement of most of the other clientele.I mentioned these examples on another thread recently but the comment was removed …Hey, racism sucks! I was brought up right and have always believed it should be called out and challenged, no matter who is doing it! The current ‘left’ though seem to want revenge as opposed to equality. Feminism, racism, etc etc it’s about writing wrongs rather than creating a better world here and now. Hence why my association with most left wing ideologies has ended.
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From Colin Flaherty’s collection, which American Renaissance publishes as an ongoing series:
This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.
I went to junior high school in Lansing, Michigan in the early 1970s when forced busing had just started. There had never been any problems in my neighborhood elementary school. It was mostly white with a few minorities. We all got along fine. But when the black students came to my middle school, they would often come to school carrying bats, chains, and golf clubs. I was terrified whenever I saw a big group of them. One time, my brother and his friend had to jump out a window to escape a riot. When my white friends and I walked down the hall, the black girls (who didn’t even know us) would walk behind us and punch us hard in the back over and over again. We never said anything, we were too afraid. The teachers seemed to either be afraid or indifferent to do anything about it. There was a black girl who threatened to beat me up everyday if I didn’t give her my lunch money. She eventually stole my purse, got caught, and was expelled.
I never saw whites abusing blacks, but the black students often bullied and harassed the whites. It’s so painful to not be able to share my story without being denounced and silenced with the inevitable “racist” accusation. I was not the only one this happened to. Racial violence in the 1960s and 1970s was not only white on black. I hope one someone can publish a book about what white school children went through during the so-called “civil rights movement.”
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Suzanne Francis · Survivor
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I honestly wish that this question were not in a space that seems to glorify racial pride as a part of healthy self esteem. I don’t condone it in any form and completely agree that white privileged exists.
That being said…. I did experience something that was rather. surprising. And I was just telling my husband about it the other day.
Years ago, I was personally involved with someone who was intimately acquainted with and employed by a celebrity. A very famous singer and performer.
He invited me to attend a concert of hers as a VIP, sitting in a specific section that was saved for guests of the artist. Of course I was very excited to go.
When I arrived backstage, I was escorted to the VIP section and given an assigned seat. I sat down, just awaiting the start of the show.
As time went on, more and more people filled the section…. Most all celebrities. One particular celebrity sat right next to me. She is black, talented, noteworthy, very famous. I was so enamored and couldn’t believe my luck. We were rubbing elbows!
But I had been trained (née warned) by my friend not to geek out or make a scene when encountering celebrities on their down time. They don’t like it, deserve it or forgive it. He could lose his job if I made him look bad. So I said nothing and just sat there, happy.
But she was not happy. Next thing I know, she is calling over security right outside VIP to complain that some “nobody white bitch” is sitting in VIP right next to her. And that I had better be removed immediately.
I could have just died. I was so hurt. So humiliated. Why? I thought. Why does my presence matter to her? I wasn’t doing anything but sitting in a chair.
In the end, security went to get the tour manager (whom I knew, was friends with and who was, btw, black) and he came over to see what was wrong. She said the same hurtful, awful things to him, thinking he would agree and oust me (I guess). But he didn’t. He told her to check herself because I was an invited guest, just as she was and that I would not be moved.
It really was surreal. I felt so completely shamed. But glad that I had at least that one ally. But I was scarred, still. The concert was awkward. I don’t remember it much at all and definitely didn’t enjoy it.
The experience has always haunted me. As this person was someone I had always liked, admired even. For her apparent strength, fairness, intelligence, kindness. And she didn’t even want to sit in s chair next to me.
Do I blame her? No. I don’t know what her life experience has been. I personally know many black people who have been marginalized, threatened, hurt, passed over as human. What they’re going through is real. I don’t think I’ve had it harder or even slightly as hard as she.
But it hurt. It was strange and scary. And left me with so many questions. How could I have offended her? She is definitely racist (and elitist) and I was the recipient of it that night. I wonder if it ever even crossed her mind that I might really adore her. That I was a huge fan. But it didn’t matter, did it? And that makes me sad. My mere presence made her feel unsafe in some way. And she has the physical security that many others don’t. This was one isolated incident in my life that shook me to the core. How many incidents had she endured to make her like that?
Every kind of racism and prejudice is just a waste. Ruining what could be.
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Has anyone else been racially targeted and harassed for being a white guy in DC?
Slightly long story, but I’ll try to avoid self-serving bias:
I was walking south on from 15th and P Sts. NW from the Whole Foods there carrying perhaps 50 lbs. of groceries in two bags and my backpack. This bicyclist comes up behind me and says excuse me; I move enough to let her get by (it’s a tight sidewalk there in front of the church) and as she passes, I say “You know there’s a bike lane right there right?” (there is in fact a bi-directional bike lane separated from the general car traffic on 15th st.).
She passes and then says something like “Yeah but I don’t feel comfortable riding in the lane. I almost got hit by a car once.” I say “Okay” probably in a tone interpretable as sarcastic. She rides a little further down to the Latrobe apartments, doubles back and comes toward me on the very narrow sidewalk, and I see she’s a black woman about my age, 23 y.o. I move over, let her pass and keep walking.
She comes back and then starts talking at me how she’s tired of white people telling her to get in the bike lane, how she’s tired of being told what to do and other matters I can’t understand because I wasn’t really paying attention. She then passes me again and starts talking about how she’s tired of white people reproducing and how she’s going to knock me over on her bike, and I reply “I wouldn’t recommend that”. I steer clear from her, cross 15th st. at rhode island avenue, and stop for the light to change. She pulls up near me and says she’s going to start chopping off white people’s dicks and that if anybody ever hears about a serial killer chopping off white people’s dicks, it’s going to be her. I keep ignoring her, while keeping an eye on her in case things got physical, but she talked the entire 45 seconds I had to wait for the crosswalk light to change. I cross rhode island and she doesn’t follow. No one else really noticed what she was saying or doing (including a black family).
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Well, I’m not a guy but I’m white, and when I lived on Capitol Hill if i walked a couple blocks too far in the wrong direction i got “fucking white cunt” or some variant tossed at me more than once. (And before you all pile on, this was over 30 years ago when it was quite possible to walk three blocks from the Dirksen bldg and literally be in a free fire zone. I’m sure the neighborhood has changed since then.)
And if you spend enough time on the subway you’ll find yourself riding with someone going on and on at high volume about how they hate white people and want to kill all the white people. (And depending on where you work, you might even hear this sort of thing sotto voce from your co-workers when they don’t realize you’re in earshot.)
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Former US Navy Quality Assurance at United States Space Force (1984–2022)
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Oh hell yes. My high school was one of the first experimental schools to have forced bussing to bring the black kids in from the worst areas in Boston, to better educate them. The idea was to bring their level of education to our standards, what actually happened was they brought our level down to theirs. Once the bussing started what happened was, the black kids started isolating the white kids and stabbing them with their switch blades. Once we figured out what was going on, we started carying knives as well. At one point I was chased down the hall by a group of them, they caught me and through me through a door to the outside. The white kids outside saw what was going on and came to help. A fight broke out, and the cops were called. I got taken to the hospital and got stitches in my head, my eyebrow was split in half, and the bone was showing. After that incident their was a regular police presence at the school. Fortunately I joined the service eventually and have had some awesome black friends during that time.
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Answered by Damian Winchester
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes, and it ended up back firing on him. An operator got made a “leader” in one of the areas that I did checks in. Believing that this ment he was management he began to bully me. Making comments that he could get me fired by saying I was calling him the n word. I always laugh it off. I’ve been an employee for almost 30 years and had plenty of black people like me for my work ethics and easy going attitude. Eventually he made the mistake of using racial slurs towards me in front of several other employees. Which case were all black and had known me much longer than him. When I told him never to call me that again he charged me. I stood my ground and when he punched me several of the other guys grabbed him and pushed him away. The foreman was called which again is black. He asked me if wanted the cops I said yes. Nobody blamed me, he was out of line and out of control. He lost his job and I ended up sueing. To be honest I liked the guy at first. It was a shame it came to that.
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Additional clarification from Shawna:
“… specifically because I’m caucasion. And my dad was blind, as they were sure to tell me all about it. Mocking him, his whole family. We did nothing to instigate this…”
Answered by Shawna Becker
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes. It was so bad my uncle specifically moved from his state to ours. He did this to meet us at the bus stop, as we would get jumped by a group of POC every day. I had one girl threaten to beat me up if I did not bring her the ten pack of Wrigley’s gum every day. So, of course I ended up getting her just that. Don’t ask me how. I got bullied all through school. It Caused panic anxiety disorder, insomnia and social awkwardness. This was in the 70′s. When it just happened as the norm. Nothing stopped it.
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Answered by Batt Masterson
How do white people feel about being white?
Until the age of eleven I was not aware that there were blacks and whites. I assumed they were in Africa, and Asians were in China. I had no racism in my world – I just did not care about it at all. Then my father moved the family to the Bahamas, to an island called Eleuthera, which was populated completely by blacks in the towns and by all races in the Air Force and Navy bases. We had a maid, “Lena” who was a sensible and kind woman that I grew to admire and respect. My walks through the town were friendly and fun. At the time, I assumed all black people were fun and likable fellows.
Then, upon returning to the USA, I was selected for the “bussing” integration program, where supposedly random white children had to attend school in a formerly all-black Jr high school, and blacks were bussed into a formerly all-races school. It was violent, mean and dastardly. Within less than 30 seconds after alighting off the bus on the 1st day of school, I was in a knockdown fight for my life, surrounded by a crowd of jeering black children, and I had no clue why. To make matters worse, many of these black attackers seemed to have flunked a few grades, and were adult-sized, with several years of street fights to their resume. No help came from the school, and I remember many days attending classes with a torn shirt, bruised face and caked blood in my white-blond hair. I learned quickly to become like a rabid dog, unpredictable and prone to attack for no reason. Only by being a source of pain and sorrow could I gain any respect, and I made no friends there at all. It made me a better man, I would guess, since I was a tough old soul at the age of 14.
Fast forward to my 21 military year career as an Officer of Marines. Racism was, by that time, stamped out. We were brothers in arms, and racism was one of the ultimate taboos, from any race. But there was a time when stationed in New Orleans where I carried a gun, and was never far from it, due to the random violence, carjackings and street attacks, especially near the black-only ‘projects’.
Fast forward again to me as a commercial helicopter pilot in Nigeria. Walking into town to shop for groceries, and children and adult villagers would run up to me on the road and yell “White man!” at me, as if I was supposed to reply with “Black man!”. It was bizarre. They saw me only through the filter of race. The Nigerian pilots actually had a web page that promised death to all white pilots. The MEND were invading our compounds, and taking white men hostage for ransoms. We had to call ahead before landing on oil rigs, to ensure the rig had not been overrun. But most of my fellow Nigerian pilots were good and decent men.
Now I am an older man, with a lot of miles behind me. Imagine my surprise when passing through a restaurant for breakfast, I think it was a Denny’s, and a group of obvious gang members decides to enter the place and start a ruckus. They tried at first to stare me down, and made obviously racist comments in Ebonics. They were trying to get a rise out of me, but I just ignored them and finished my meal, paid, left a tip then walked out…but ensured my Walther was visible to them as I walked past. Things have gotten worse since Obama stoked racial tensions, and I am not having it.
How do I feel about being white? I feel nothing at all. I just want everyone else to leave me the f@*& alone with that crap!
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Answered by Milo Faith
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yup, I experienced it for 8 years straight. I’m white and Hispanic, 50/50. But I look white as all hell. I lived in a very low income neighborhood with lots of black people and went to a school with almost all black kids. I’d play at the park and get rocks and mulch thrown at me, I’d get pushed up against fences whenever I’d try to walk away, get called a white bitch, dragged across the playground by teenagers, and constantly was threatened that I’d get jumped. I kept silent and would hardly ever fight back. I was a 5 year old girl when I moved there. The last year we lived in that house, it was broken into. We were nothing but kind to anyone we spoke to and that’s what we got in return.
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This one had a lot of typos, so I’ve edited it to make it more readable. It’s my policy to include afterthoughts of the victims, so that we can see how the experiences affect different people. It’s not a matter of agreeing, or disagreeing, with their final perspectives; it’s not the purpose of this space to judge, just to learn about anti-White racism and its effects on people.
https://itsoktobewhite.quora.com/Has-a-black-person-bullied-you-for-being-white
I was staying in a battered woman’s shelter in Kansas City, MO. The home was a huge old house with 4 floors. Each floor had 6 bedrooms that housed 2 women and 2–4 children. Each floor had a kitchen and one bathroom. Laundry was in the basement. It was a really cool old Victorian style home built in the mid 1800’s. It had plenty of space in the bedrooms with dressers for cloths and each floor had a playroom for kids. The main floor was the office, and each day one big living area was used for group counseling sessions 3 times a day.
There were obviously many rules. Each woman was assigned chores, from cooking, mopping, cleaning bathrooms etc. I was assigned mopping the 2nd floor, as that’s the floor I was on. I also folded the sheets on Wednesday and Sunday evenings. I was the only woman who had a job. In fact, it was the company that I worked for that got me in the shelter. I also was the only women with a car. I was also the only white woman. This created a huge problem for some ladies. They hated me.
The first week went well. I made several friends. The woman I shared a room with didn’t speak English. She cried a lot. My son and I would entertain her daughter while she was in bed crying. She would express that she appreciated it. I felt so bad for her cuz the language barrier must have made her situation even harder. Since the ladies didn’t work, they were at the house all day.
My 2nd week began at a Sunday evening group meeting. These meetings were to help us heal from the domestic violence we’d suffered. The house was our safe haven. We could focus on ourselves without the fear of being abused, physically or verbally. Each meeting would start with the counselor asking if there were any issues about the living conditions that needed attention. This would allow us to vent about someone not flushing the toilet or leaving dishes in their room, etc.,
But this meeting was directed at me. The 2nd floor ladies didn’t want me mopping their floors. Then others wanted to know why I only had one chore when they had 2 chores to do each day. Most of those in that meeting wanted to know why I was there to begin with. It was a loud meeting. Everyone was talking all at the same time. Each was bitching about a white woman getting special treatment and taking a “sister’s” room who needed it. I heard women saying, “she’s got a job she don’t need to be here” and, “I’m not cooking for her like I’m a slave”.
It was very clear that I wasn’t welcome. In fact, I was ready to pack up and go back to my abusive relationship. The counselor settled everyone down before it got really ugly. She was Hispanic. I’ll call her Rose. She worked night shifts. The day counselor was a black woman who I’ll call June, and she is who i met when I arrived. She knew everything about why I was there as she processed my paperwork and got us settled in. I had never spoke with the night counselor, Rose, before this meeting.
Rose asked each woman why they felt I didn’t deserve to be in a Battered Woman’s Shelter. I sat and listened, not saying a word. After each woman answered the question, Rose reminded them that domestic abuse doesn’t see color, financial status or care if you have a college degree or not. This shelter provides a safe place for battered women, where their abuser can’t find them. This allows you, all of you, to heal and to get back in your feet. That is our goal, to help each of you become independent, confident and self-sufficient. But it’s more than that. You have to first heal because you’re all victims. You’re vulnerable. Each of you has repeatedly been abused, left your abuser and gone back. Addressing this issue so that you stop going back is the priority. Rose said “Lori has a job and a car and still she continues to go back to her abuser. Most of you said that she didn’t belong her cuz she has a job and a car, and you all believe that if you had a job and car that would be the answer to your problem. You think you could just drive away in your car and go to your job and your problem would be solved?”
Then Rose asked me to tell them why I don’t get in my car and drive to my job and never go back to my abuser. I was mad, I had tears in my eyes and I was scared. At that point I had already pretty much made up my mind that as soon at this meeting was over I was calling him to tell him I was coming back home. I didn’t know what to tell these racist women so I just answered the question. “I do work, and I do have a car. I don’t see a penny of my paycheck and I have to ask to drive my car. I have to ask to go grocery shopping. I have to fucking ask to take a shit. If he doesn’t like the way I ask, there’s a good chance I’ll be in the ER before morning. It takes money to move. Y’all are right. But I’ve moved with no money, no car, in the middle of the night when he’s passed out on the floor. I’ve gotten so good at moving, I can gather my things and be out in 20 mins. I’ve had friends in other states offer me their lake house or spare bedroom to help me get away from him. I’ve had many opportunities to get away and I was bound and determined every time to never go back. But I always do. I regret it every time. I get more pissed off at myself every time I go back. So mad that I feel I deserve every beating he gives me. Why do I go back? Because every time I leave, I have to deal with shit like this. Right now, I already know that I’m ready to go back now. I’m just waiting for this meeting to be over. At least with him I know what to expect. I can sometimes control the situation and I’m in my house where everything is familiar. I’m here because I don’t want to keep going back. I want to learn why real-life sucks so bad that I feel better living with the monster he is.
That was basically what I said, just not verbatim. I was crying the entire time. I was embarrassed and felt humiliated. I was angry for having to explain it and angrier because I had to be honest with myself. That was the first time I owned my part in the abuse. I figured the meeting was over and I started walking to the door when one woman, the one that seemed to started with all this hate for me, told me to sit down. She said you’re not going anywhere and to sit my white ass down. My Spanish speaking roommate came over to me and hugged me. She said “Nos ayudamos mutuamente” (“We help each other”) and led me to my chair.
The meeting lasted for a while. We all learned a lot that evening. The ladies and I realized just how much we are alike and just how much skin color and material things really have nothing to do with our emotional/mental health. What we all needed was each other. We all were just as messed up as the other. I was known as the white girl or the rich while girl, a few called me princess and I tell them to bow before me. We’d laugh.
I don’t believe they were prejudiced just like I don’t believe they were racist. I don’t think anyone is. I think people need someone to blame/justify for why their life sucks. No one really believes that all white people are rich or privileged just like no one really believes that minorities are all poor. If they do believe that, it’s not hard to show them just how wrong they are. Politics uses color to gain votes. That’s wrong. Those who we call racist, who blame colors or a group of people based on something they have in common, as being a problem or reason for their misery are just trying to find someone other than themselves for their misery.
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Answered by Valerie Reynolds
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I went to school during the time of the Black Panthers and Malcolm X. You didn’t go to the bathroom except for certain safe places. Gym was horrible around the lockers. Black girls threw matches in us white girls’ hair. Including me- red-haired is pretty white.
Later I worked for the fbi in D.C. This older woman hated whites and had the other blacks do the same. We Whites were outnumbered 3 to 1. The agents cowed.
Then living in Atlanta. Black people refuse to wait on or even acknowledge white people. Even a liberal friend experienced it.
Affirmative action has screwed over Whites and Asians for decades. Even if you are Asian and went to Princeton. A black woman gets your job.
The evil hate being spewed up makes blm and crt the new kkk.
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Edited for grammar and spelling:
Has a Black Person Bullied You For Being White?
Yessss I’ve gotten attacked by them bc of being white. I looked their way, and they just came up to me saying “what you looking at frail little white girl?”. In the end I showed them who was frail. She hit me first but went home with milk spilled all over her and a few bruises 😘 they robbed me twice and another time in high school one of the black girls touched my hair saying how pretty it was. Later in the day I found gum smudged all over the back of my hair. It’s hard for me to trust them because of the bad experiences I had with them.
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I would hope those spaces are not needed! But do you not think that doesn’t work both ways? I went to Jr. High with only 20 white kids and we were terriozed if black kids caught us alone in a back hallway or the bathroom. I had a few black friends and they were terriozed for talking to me. I had 4 girls from the high school across the road come after me with a broken piece of glass because I woudn’t give them my sweater! My parents had to get us out of that school system. All the white kids got beat on and attacked and I wasn’t getting an education as I was trying to protect myself!
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Cathy wrote how she knows she was passed over for being White:
“Yes. The prospective employer TOLD me I was the best candidate for the position but they “had” to hire the black girl because of affirmative action.”
There is no such thing as “white privilege”. Every human being has the capacity to succeed. It all depends on determination and actions. The government is not responsible for getting you a leg up on the competition based on skin color. As a young white woman I was passed over for a very prestigious job because of affirmative action so please don’t throw white privilege in my face.
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The grooming and harassment of British girls continues in UK, and authorities don’t care:
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In reply to a tweet that Affirmative Action never happens in the US, because it’s illegal:
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Why don’t white people know the meaning of racism?
Please. I spent most of my young life living in the homes of black women who promised to exile me if I dated one of “their men” bc there weren’t enough to go around and no one wants a white bee in their family anyway. Was turned away at crowded churchhouse doors bc blacks don’t want to worship with whites. Got raped bc I was a “Rich, white bitch”. Stood as the only white girl in a ballroom of the Enola Hotel in Natchez, Mississippi in the mid-90s and listened as the glitterrati of the black Greek system exhorted alumni to raise their children up to take over white America by any means possible. Please. Why don’t blacks acknowledge their racism?
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I think this is a couple of years old, but here’s a White high school student describing how he was made to feel excluded and unimportant by his school. In the end, he found refuge at a private school.
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Edited for spelling and grammar.
I was turned down for a job of water district manager because I am a light skinned 1/2 Mexican, /14 Cherokee, 1/4 German ancestry with a “white” last name. I had all the skills, knowledge of hydraulics, flow of fluids, and management background. They hired a young man, dark brown skin, pants barely hanging off the lower section of his butt, white T-shirt, and complete lack of skills. He walked in and asked to be hired. I asked them why I was not hired. “You are too white”. Yeah, makes a lot of sense to me. I went on to became the west coast service/engineering manager for the 4th largest corporation in the USA, and a major electronics/programming international corp. The town seems to have a lot of water delivery and maintenance issues.
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Answered by Aidan Hall
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Absolutely, all the time actually. I used to live in public housing, the Rivendell Apartments in Manchester, Tennessee. This was a long time ago, I lived there from ages 3–6, but I remember it clearly. I was the only white kid in the entire complex, and my only friends were two black kids who treated me differently from their black friends. But that’s not the racism I’ll be discussing. Various boys aged 12–20 would beat 6 year old me everyday. My mother once dyed my hair blonde, and i got savagely beaten for that. they said “Do you wanna be a bitch ass white boy? Are you proud of that?” and then they would just beat me up over and over again until my crazy mom came out to scare them off. I got beat with sticks, bats, and they would slide knives across my throat to scare me. Sometimes a few of them would pick me up and throw me into the brick walls of the apartments. I now live in New York, and it’s basically a crime to be white here so not much of an upgrade.
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post:
I was definitely physically and verbally harrassed by four hateful girls when I went to a majority minority Hispanic American high school in San Antonio. Not only did they throw food on me and deliberately set out to ruin my clothes that day – they followed me on my bus to continue the bullying – ALL the way from the bus stop to my front door. I can’t remember which parent came out and chased them off.
Since I didn’t know these bitches, and because they were calling me derogatory things pertaining to my skin color, I’d consider that racial animus. No, nobody stepped forward to stop them although they did their act in front of teachers, other students and the bus driver. It was a huge 3000+ student high school, many students were armed with knives and you couldn’t walk into a bathroom without obtaining a contact high. Since I ruined their fun by not reacting that was the first and last bullying episode. While I would have loved to beat the shit out of one at a time, they ran as a pack of mangy jackals and I’ve never been suicidal.
Makes me laugh at how triggered today’s students are by NOTHING.
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From a comment at It’s Okay to be White:
Anubis:
Recently I was accused of racism at work by a group of black women. They claimed I called them names, they claimed I said Michelle Obama looked like a man, they claimed I tried to have sex with all the black men in the office, etc. None of it was true but it didn’t matter. I tried very hard to have nothing to do with those women and actually did their jobs for them on multiple occasions. I was quietly asked to leave by my liberal white male employers who took advantage of the opportunity to not be “evil white guys.” In that office, this pack of black women forced out 4 white women over the course of one and a half years. As soon as I was booted, they started targeting another white woman. Sometimes they accused white men of racism too, but mostly if the guys were anxious or kind. It’s really all about sadism for these people.
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Has a black person bullied you for being white? in It’s OK to be White.
No. More than a few Native Americans have, though.
Could you give us some examples, including specifics? Thanks.
I’m first generation in Canada. The Natives who bullied me did it specifically because of my European cultural ethnicity. I was often told, “Go back where you came from”, and I got jumped a few times. To be clear, not all the Natives were hostile. Some were decent, civil, respectable people.
Answered by Jay Siders
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I grew up mostly in Helena AR, a majority black town. I can say unequivocally that yes, even as an adult working at a Black owned radio station in that town I was bullied for simply being white. I almost got shot for waving at a co worker by her father too. Why? She was black and I am not.
I tried really hard to get along. I made a lot of friends with whom I still talk. But there were the racists blacks who I had no choice but to confront, or get hurt or worse.
Look up articles of the Helena World. It’s the local newspaper. It’s only gotten worse. The town looks like war zone. The crime and politics have forced intelligent productive people to leave. Let the racists have the hell they made.
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From American Renaissance’s ongoing series of Colin Flaherty’s archives:
This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one a week.
In 1994, in Wilmington, Delaware, a black girl I went to school with threw a party. Her house was in a good area, but a block this way or that, and you were looking for trouble. While I was at this party, I ran out of cigarettes and figured I’d walk to the corner store. I made it to the store and started to head back. When I stopped to light a cigarette, six black guys around my age suddenly surrounded me. It was as if they appeared out of thin air. One of them put a gun to my head, and when I told him I had no money, he said, “F*ck you cracker we don’t want your money!”
At that point, I figured I was going to die, and decided to go down swinging. I remember making contact with just one of them before hitting the pavement and getting pistol whipped. The five without a pistol kicked and punched me over and over again. I don’t know how long it lasted, but I remember looking at the pavement and seeing a huge puddle of my blood. I played dead, and it worked. One of them said, “Yeah, he’s dead!” and they left. I got up, soaked in blood, and wobbled my way to my friend’s house. After about a hundred feet, the gang noticed I was alive, and came back at me, this time with their belts in hand. They beat me with the buckles and I was knocked to the pavement, again, and I passed out.
When I woke up, I managed to get on my feet and started hobbling towards my friend’s house for the second time, praying I would live to see my son born. Then a truck pulled up with its high beams on. When I saw the driver’s door open, I dropped to my knees and said, “F*ck it, kill me.” But the driver was a concerned citizen. “I’m not gonna kill you!” he said, before asking who shot me. I was so drenched in blood he assumed bullets had to have been involved.
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
So my hubby and I just moved to Texas from Montana. In Montana there are not a lot of black people, it’s mainly whites and native Americans. So until being here I really didn’t have many interactions with black people because of the lack of diversity in my home state. I was honestly terrified I might do or say something wrong and accidentally offend a black person when moving here. Imagine my shock when I started working with all black girls and how rude they’ve been to me. I’m now a minority. Coming from a race who constantly states THEY are the ones being treated badly for their skin color, I find it interesting how badly THEY treat other races here. At first I tried to ignore it, but I had a nurse treat me horribly at my job, then when she got talked to from management she told everyone I just didn’t like her because she was black. I was warned by other employees that she did this to all white people and they’d never fire her because it would look like the company was racist. I’m just amazed at how terribly I’ve been treated for being white. Honestly skin color was never an issue for me…I treat everyone based on how they treat me…but I’m not happy about being called “white girl” or “white b***h” or “cracker” when I’ve done nothing to these people. Again I find it sad that they would treat other races terribly after what their ancestors went through. I’m tired of many of them playing the race card here to excuse their bad behavior towards others of a different race. So when I hear a black person complain about a white person now I snort and roll my eyes. I’ve seen how they treat others and it’s ridiculous. And no, they’re not all like that obviously. But after reading many other posts here I can see I’m not the only one who has gone through this.
Answered by Lisa G. Owens
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
A few times.
As a child whenever I’d get off the school bus to walk home, everyday I was taunted, (called a lot of names, usually being with you white..) pushed, hit, pushed into cars and etc foe being white. The ringleaders were two black boys, older than me and many other kids would join in. We lived in an apartment complex that was for low income people. The bus driver would see it and did nothing because we were no longer on the bus. After months of no one helping me, my bio dad took me to the police station to report it. Once I gave the names they said they were well aware of who they were. Nothing was ever done, we finally were able to move.
The first day I took a city bus to college, I got on and tried to find a place to sit. The first comment was what are you looking at you white bitch. Just because I was overwhelmed and trying to find somewhere to sit.
While walking to the bus stop, early in the am (at times it would still be dark) I wound gave 3–5 black men yell disgusting things, wolf whistle and etc. I didn’t know these guys and the outnumbered me. I.always ignored them and waited for the bus. The last time this happened, there were five guys and when I ignored them, as usual, they began screaming white .. at me. They became verbally aggressive and I was scared. Five guys and me at an early morning bus stop so it was still a bit dark. They never harmed me, but let me know they didn’t appreciate me (being mild here) because I was white, thought I was better than them and etc. This time I was scared so I called the police when I got home. Once I told them the bus stop I waited at and mentioned there were 3–5 blocks guys, they said they knew who they were and have been having trouble with them. I’m not sure what happened because the next morning they weren’t there and I never saw them again.
In all of these incidents (and others) I was always referred to as a white (incert vile names here), never just whatever they called me, they had to preface it with the fact that I was white. Maybe I wasn’t being targeted because I was white and those that were the aggressors were black, but it sure felt like it.
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Charles Watson Former Logistics Specialist With the DOD (1965–1985)
What was the most recent experience that you faced racism?
It happened many years ago. On the way to work I passed a closed gas station that had turned into a ‘gift shop’ selling African items. I had spent a bit of time in Mombasa, Kenya and had bought/traded some African items. I though I’d stop in and see what they had that I could add to my collection. When the proprietor looked at me he said, “You might as well leave because I don’t sell to whites.” Did I take a law suit out and sue him? Nope, I had over $100 ready to spend there. His loss. I rode by one day less than a year later and the shop was empty.
If I had been BLACK and a WHITE had said, “I don’t sell to blacks,” oh the ACLU, NAACP, KFC and every other acronym would have come unglued.
What was the most recent experience that you faced racism?
From black folk all the time… the last time was at a bar about 2 months ago, when a black fellow said “deez crackers play shit whiteboy tracks innit man, oughta smash that box off the wall blood innit” (referring to the Jukebox, which was ironically playing Jimmy Hendrix) to which his lip smacking buddy replied “tssss, oughta smash it over their cracker heads, innit?”
Needles to say they said that in my buddies bar and they were quickly ejected with no violence, but plenty of smack talk.
If we count online, then about 3 times a day, to which I return the racism in kind.
Answered by Shella Fronzaglio
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I was a majorette in high school in VA at the end of the 70s. It had been an all black girl’s squad until the band director made them allow white girls to try out. Myself and another girl made it. The other girl couldn’t deal with the bullying. They had even sent a few of the boys to “discourage” us. After being shoved up against the lockers and the guy attempting to rip my underwear off, I swung my baton breaking his arm and one leg to the point the bone was sticking out. He never walked right again, and I was never without my baton after that. They were told if anything like that happened again, the squad would be disbanded. Their next thing was to do one routine during practice, then change it at home, so I was never in step with them. They even pulled that one when we were in a televised parade.
In San Diego, I worked at the NTC McDonald’s when it 1st opened. I made manager. I was told by 2 other managers (1 latino and 1 black) that they hated white bitches and I was not allowed to discipline “their people” for breaking the rules. The Latino was screwing our 2nd in command, so she got what she wanted. Somehow though, her husband and his wife found out…
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In this world My first memory of My mother was a black man named Toby raping and beating My mother. He interfered often in our lives. He tried to take money from My grandmother. I told Him otherwise when I became 16. By then most of the kids in My neighborhood were black and extremely violent. There wasn’t a day went by for Me; between the ages of 11 and 16, that I wasn’t beat up on the way home, at, or after school. I couldn’t go visit My mother who lived in their neighborhood, because they would beat on Me. Today. I live in a senior build run by them, filled with them, and in their neighborhoods. There are a few who are good people but they all still talk about how racist whites are. It disgusts me to live this way but I have no choice. I cannot afford to live in white neighborhoods anymore because of my disabilities. A black man also raped and murdered one of My children. If You have ever stood up for BLM, read this please and think twice. Cause I have had them tell Me they hate whites who do that too.
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Double standards, such as we see here, count as “anti-White discrimination.”
Answered by Phillip VonTraum
As a white person has your life become better or worse because of diversity and multiculturalism?
It has become significantly and noticably worse.
Years ago when I was much younger, people being openly and proudly racist and violent was incredibly rare and, to my knowledge, never tolerated or encouraged. About a year ago I was in a homeless shelter with about 40 other men. There was one man there who would proudly flout his disregard for nearly ALL of the rules. I.E. he was frequently armed, and illegal drugs were found near where he had been on several occasions, very often he was out past curfew etc. Had ANY ONE of those happened with me, in all likelihood I would have been kicked out. I MIGHT have been given one chance to correct my behavior if I showed honest remorse etc, but he perpetually blamed EVERYTHING on his anxiety because (this is a direct quote that I heard him say probably a dozen times) “I just f*ucking hate white people and I want to kill them all.”
The staff would continuously bend the rules in his favor and give him chance after chance after chance. As an ironic twist, he wasn’t from the USA so no claims of Slavery or Jim Crow residue. He was a wildly racist and extremely violent drug abusing immigrant with a complete lack of civility, not even a hint of positive behavior, and EXTREMELY poor hygiene.
I could go on ad nauseam…
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From a rideshare forum:
This has happened to me several times, with one incident resulting in me being fired from Lyft permanently. There is no appeal.
It goes like this.
Driver is white. Passenger of a certain minority orders an UberX ride and demands an illegal personal privilege, such as piling six people into your four-door. When the driver refuses entry to six people, the passenger immediately launches into a tirade that the driver is racist.
Any explanation is useless. The passenger’s goal is to file a false report against the driver and hopefully eliminate that white driver from the workforce.
Collecting three of these false complaints is enough for Lyft to permanently deactivate the driver with no recourse to an appeal. Malicious passengers know how to make this work, and they DO follow up with a false report with entirely made up stories of racial language, assault, etc.
Always have a dependable camera. The day I was permanently deactivated from Lyft my cheap camera had stopped working.
I call it racial swatting because they call the authorities on you for no reason than to hurt you.
Has something similar happened to you?
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From a rideshare forum:
I know what the complaint was because the only person I had an issue with during the day was a black man I was going to pick up from a bar but had to politely refuse because he expected to ride with no mask. Within 2 hours I was accused of being drunk. I don’t drink at all.
I also knew of the accusation from Miss Thing the Passenger From Hell, who started an argument over masks and flew into a rage when I canceled the ride before we even got moving. She threatened me, demanded money and then violently stole my tip jar shaking it at me and mocking me as she walked away. Then she reported to Lyft that I had driven up to her, called her the n-word and spat on her. She was living out her little fantasy of white oppression and succeeded in destroying an entire income stream of mine. No, no white people have ever tried any crap like this on me. It’s always self entitled blacks who found the race button and know how to dance on it. So back off of your attitude “Ms.Doe,” you don’t know anything about this.
Edit: to be fair, the vast majority of my tens of thousands of black passengers have been great people to talk to. And some whites and other races have pulled little tricks here and there. But no one gets as nasty and vicious as an entitled black person using the system to hurt and express their hatred for whites.
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Judge advocates for black robber who put gun to White teller’s nose. Gives him only two years. Imagine a judge calling a BLACK victim’s testimony into question similarly and giving him only two years. It would be international news for weeks.
Former Lay Chaplain (1990–1994)
What is the most shocking thing a judge has said to you in open court?
I was one of 3 bank tellers who were robbed at gunpoint on Christmas Eve just before the bank closed. I was slowly putting the cash in a bag while pushing the silent alarm with my foot. The guy put a pistol on the end of my nose and threatened to shoot if I didn’t hurry up. We had emptied our cash drawers shortly before they arrived so they only got about $3,700. One man was caught and I was in the witness box when the defense attorney asked to speak to the judge. I had no doubt he was the man with the gun. He’d been in the bank several times before the robbery wearing the same coat. He was standing in front of the witness box and the judge told me to take a good look and be sure it was the right man. He was clean shaven and had short hair and a nice suit. When he robbed me he had a beard and big afro. I had no doubt but the threat he made under his breath reaffirmed he needed to be convicted. The judge then asked me if I thought a black men looked alike and could I be sure I had the right man I was shocked that the judge, not the defense attorney, asked that. I swore under oath that I had no doubts. Since it was a small amount of money that had been split with an unknown partner he was only sentenced to 2 years. That was despite him putting a gun on my nose. (As a side note – when he put the gun on my nose the male manager fainted, hit his head and got a concussion.)
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Yes, but is was not toward me personally: while my stepfather was driving me and my sister to school, on 2 occasions, there was a black dude who rolled down the window and spat on my stepfather’s glasses, laughed and continued driving. He called us “white mfkers”.
Can you be racist to a white person?
Damn right you can!
I’m a white Brit. I was walking with my black friend when we came across a group of black GIs having what they called a power meeting. I was told in no uncertain terms that if I did not leave immediately I would be shot. I left. My friend, wisely, stayed.
I have been subjected to prejudice when I lived in the Middle East. (I’m a white woman. Therefore I’m English. Therefore I’m a whore.) Not logical? No, it certainly is not.
More recently, I came across a post on Quora by a black American man which said that white men were … (can’t remember what, but it was nonsensical and racist). I replied to the man saying that his was the most racist post I’d seen on Quora. My comment was removed. His was also removed. My comment was not racist – it was merely pointing out his racism.
Racism makes me sick. Whoever it’s pointed at.
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Have you ever had a teacher do something completely unacceptable to your child?
A highschool counselor. She sent my son along with 3 others for wearing gang colors. He was wearing a camouflage T shirt. I went in and asked her why so I knew the whole story not just his side. She told me the same thing he did. I asked where she got the information that that was gang colors. She said the Houston county gang control officer. I called the sheriff department and asked to speak to this officer. She called me back and laughed when I told her what happened. She said she did not say that and that that would be the last thing they would wear. I asked her if she would go talk to that counselor with me. She agreed to. The councilor was busy or not there every time I tried to set up a meeting. She did that picking on white kids. Nothing but racism. When I mentioned it to other parents many had similar stories about her.
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From the Colin Flaherty archives, published weekly on American Renaissance.
Note: This account doesn’t specifically state that the child was harassed on account of his race, but the circumstances so strongly suggest it that I decided to include it here. If you disagree, say so in comments:
This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one every week.
When my parents split up, I went to live with my mother in Baltimore. My new school was a black hell. Everyday, my black “peers” would punch me, spit on me, slam me into lockers, take my books and papers and throw them in the air and laugh as my school work would blow away in the wind, etc. It was so bad that I just stopped attending. After missing over 80 days of school, I got in serious trouble for chronic truancy. It was the greatest thing that could have happened! As a consequence, I was sent to live with my dad in a white area, and started going to an all white school, where I had no more problems. The day I left Maryland was the greatest day of my life. It is child abuse to let your white children attend black schools.
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Posted by Miss Heird
I am sure some out there are trying their best to have this discussion group banned.
On a Youtube platform about 3 years ago, a hateful, radical and reverse racist “Black Muslim” replied to me: “I cannot wait for all of you white devils to be wiped out.”
I was shocked, in disbelief and my feelings were actually hurt, as I had never wished this on those of African descent.
I was going to report this site to Youtube but did not bother. It was so full of hate that I figured if Youtube were going to take it down, they would have already done so.
My point? Here I have never seen the hate and racism spewed here as I did at that site run by Blacks on Youtube!
Was the first racist person you ever met white?
No, she was black. I foolishly thought I had made a new friend. I learned that day, I did not. Her comment to me was → “you’re pretty cool for a white chick, but understand something, when the sh#t goes down, I don’t know you.”
Software Engineer (1988–present)
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I went to HS when schools were forcibly integrated back in the seventies.
White people, usually girls were jumped for no reason, you NEVER went into a restroom alone. One girl was sliced up badly by these animals just for being a “white girl”.
I was walking into school one day, excused late, and had 3 of them throwing rocks at me across the parking lot because I am white. I turned and walked back to my car and left.
None of them have the balls to go one on one with another guy, they wait for the numerical advantage.
My son was in the Army and tells about the black guys always trying to run a scam on the white guys that didn’t know better.
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From a black man who did the right thing, and stopped the racial abuse of White fellow students. It’s from YouTube:
Larry Stowers
First let me thank you for your service. As a black person myself I’ve definitely experienced my share of racism. But I have to speak on this because I witnessed this once myself. I was in high school either in 10th or 11th grade. Went to use the restroom, while using the urinal the lights went out. Heard a couple of guys getting whooped on, which wasn’t unusual, but I would soon find out this was different. The lights came back on and a couple of white guys were beat up, and still on the receiving end of this ass whooping as they’re desperately trying to exit the restroom. I finish pissing on my way to wash my hands and the lights went out again with a couple more white victims being beat up by black guys. I’ve seen people get bullied, but I’ve never seen this before. I then was able to see that these were my peers and they looked at me as if to ask if I wanted in on the action. Of course that was a big hell no and I was ashamed to see this happening. When I walked out the restroom of course I was fully aware of what was happening and was considering what to do. After one more incident and seeing someone I knew about to fall into their trap I grabbed him and we alerted my basketball coach who was standing near by but didn’t know what was going on. We put a stop to it. I still remember the look of disgust on my coaches face asking me why I didn’t stop it sooner as I was considering what to do. It was a lesson learned for me at that time to immediately stand up for what is right, a lesson I’ve never forgot. This was an incident that even though I did not participate, I was ashamed. I never saw this happen again, but it did happen. Just thought I’d share this story. RET ARMY
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From the same YouTube thread as above:
Romeo Tango
Exact same thing happened to me in 1981 as a sophomore in high school, I was cornered in the bathroom, 5 on 1; same thing a race riot. Got knocked around quite a bit; I am a white hispanic, not that it matters. A couple of weeks later I ran into the pack leader and instigator at a convenience store and waited for him to step out and he wouldn’t come out for almost an hour, when he finally did came out, he pleaded and apologized, but I kicked the crap out of him anyway, and not because of his race, but because he was an a**hole. He wasn’t much of a hero when all alone, this kid was always and remained an a**hole for many years, in and out of jail. I hope he’s doing well now and got his life together, and if I ever see him again I’d give him a big hug and tell him that all is good.
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From the above YouTube thread:
I am white and 39 years old in Saskatchewan Canada. As a kid I remember being attacked and bullied and harassed constantly by groups of indians (natives). Its ridiculous how everyone keeps saying how white people are so racist. My whole life I have never seen or met a racist white person in my life, Im sure they exist but I have never seen one in person in real life. But I have had many many encounters with racist indians and black people. But to be fair I met lots of good ones too and had a lot of friends that were indian and black. But ALL the racism and attacks I seen were them attacking white people …same thing we see today. So who is the real racists lol?
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From the same YouTube thread.
Shawn Lee
I agree I grew up in Mcdonah projects . St. Paul , mn, look it up . Forgive the spelling. From 6 years old until 12 years old. Young black boys would just go around beating non blacks. I learned immediately but more importantly a lesson….
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From the same YouTube thread:
Jo Camp
My first encounter with racism as a white child growing up in the south 80s America was when 9 black kids jumped my friend and I as we walked home from school in the 3rd grade. They were all older than us, all bigger than us and we had never seen any of them before. They called out racial slirs to us the entire time. Where do you imagine this kids learned all that hatred? Since I have yet to meet a racist white person but many many racist blacks. In fact, I live in the Philippines now because I got so tired of all the racism thrown my way in America and people telling me I should feel guilty about something. There’s nobody alive that has any right to feel guilty about American slavery as it happened WAY before anyone alive today was even born. My family only showed up in 1901 as they were fleeing the Zars in Russia so they would avoid being slaughtered. And I should be called a racist?
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From the same YouTube thread.
Discipleof Christ
All throughout my high school years, I had to defend myself against melanated thugs/students every single day from verbal and physical attacks, sometimes they tried by knife or gun! Their reasoning for mortal hatred against me was for payback against Roof Koreans during the ’92 L.A. riots.
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Onbored
I grew up in neighborhoods/schools where I would be the only white kid in class usually. The amount of racism I experienced was honestly mind boggling. I remember walking home one day at like 8 years old. Through a rough neighborhood. Scared shitless. And some asshole standing behind a screen to obscure himself started yelling at me. Telling me, and trust me I know this is cliche as hell, he says “you are in the wrong neighborhood, BOY!” At the time I didn’t know that was cliche, I hadn’t heard it before. I asked him what would be a better route home and he told me to get out of there before he whooped my ass. Mind you, this is a full grown man talking to a child, obviously coming home from school with a backpack on. I of course got out of there. Honestly, that really wasn’t bad just was an example. I’ve had many much, much, worse experiences than that, but probably not appropriate to share on youtube comments. The whole “only white people can be racist” is total bullshit.
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From the same YouTube thread.
Darrel Clouse
ME TOO. EISENHOWER HIGHSCHOOL HOUSTON TEXAS, 1974, first integrated school in Aldine Independent School District. One incident I had to defend my skinny little 14 year old self against 3 in cafeteria at lunch while all my friends set there petrified. I opted to use my lunch table chair….with tears as I had already been hit several times. The chair was very, very effective. One of the 3 thugs was expelled to another highschool in the district where he stabbed a white student two weeks later, approx 30 times in the chest and neck for being told cutting in lunch line was against the rules. That kid died on the spot in front of several hundred other students. 2nd incident was about a month later in woodshop class where a much bigger and older black student started beating me with his fists until I cried and retrieved a full length 2×4 from the lumber storage room. Bussing and forced integration was tough for white AND black students there in the early 70s. My brother and I were enrolled in private school the very next day. Lessons learned and I am NOT racist. Never have been. Our loving 6’6″ Dad taught Jeffrey and I to do what we needed to do to handle self defense at that early age. God bless our Dad and may he rest in peace. Amen.
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From the same YouTube thread. This one illustrates the double standards. Not only was she victimized by black kids, but the school selectively punished her for being White.
Ann Myers
same for me my dad told me you are going back the next day. at the end of the day a black girl told me you going to get jumped on the way home. here we go turned the corner and 8 black guys waiting for me i walked right at them a truck load of my friends jumped out and all the black bad asses were gone. i went to school the next day and got kicked out for rioting. Joined the usmc and went on with my life look back and remember two of the guys that jumped me i went to grade school with for 8 years. we got along great takes more to be a man than just getting old.
I’ll add that one of the comments was from a retired school teacher who witnessed the ongoing anti-White violence:
mark vietti
As A retired school teacher I know this was a big problem.. I was told to ignore it. Not only boys but girls as well..
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From the same YouTube thread:
J 9
Around ‘72-‘73 the same scenario happened to me. LA Jr High School where I was a minority. I swear the guys who beat my ass were High School graduates or were held back many years. All because I was white…period. I never looked at it as a racial thing, I always looked at it as pure racial stupidity. Was it a racial thing? Yes it was! “There’s another one” a couple seconds before the beating came out of one of the attackers mouth. A black teacher saved my ass! I was into sports as well and respected for my physical talents. Mattered not as these guys that beat me I didn’t recognize. This all happened two days before school was out for the summer. Yes I went back the next day. Got respect all around.
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From the same YouTube thread:
Army Spec4 69/71
I had a rough time in High School I went to a public High School in Chicago 70 percent Black 20 percent Hispanic and 10 percent White it got really bad in 68 after Martin Luther King got killed in my senior year I was getting something out of my locker and never seen it coming got pearl harbored from behind knocked me out cold. A witness came forward and identified the Black guy who did it and nothing happened to him. the same as you my dad would not let me stay home he told me to deal with it. After graduation I went in the Army did my tour that toughened me up and I never looked back.
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From the same YouTube thread.
Philly Boy
My life lessons came in chapters. I was 15 when one of those chapters happened. Philly 1971, race riots, we had to walk 22 blocks 2.2 miles to school through a black project. 4 of us were walking and we were jumped by a dozen black kids that rushed us and hit us and kicked us and threw shit at us, when they ran off, one of my buddies had a knife sticking out of his back, Doc said another 1/2 in and he would have died, the next day and every day thereafter until I graduated, I carried a gun to school. 69 now and still carry.
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From the same YouTube thread, and from a black perspective.
Good Treasure Ministries
As a black man hearing this story made me reflect on my life. In middle school they took our school to see Mississippi Burning. The movie was so emotional the black students beat up several of the white kids. It was so uncalled for. But then going into high school I remember my white friends from elementary school telling me how they’d never go to a predominantly black high school, which was the high school in our district. Our city allowed the white students to go to a school across town while the black students had to go to the school in our district. Being the only black kid hanging with the neighborhood/school friends, that day was life changing for me. I haven’t had much contact with them ever since. I learned that day sadly race is apart of life.
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From the same YouTube thread.
j Oliver
Age 4- moved to mostly black city in Nc. Went to a playground, maybe 5 y/o, 3 boys, 2 girls, probably 6/7 yo. Came with clubs/pipes to beat me up an run me off. Almost got me with a swing. Elem school- jumped, bullied beat up everyday on playground/school bus. Forced to ride under a seat in floor in back, wouldn’t let me up on one occasion. 8th gr- jumped by 8 bl dudes for saying “no” to them taking our sports gear. 9th -jumped by 3 for an answer I gave when asked “what u lookin at cracka” 11th- me and sis chased by 15-20 black dudes at a bowling alley( for being white), we reached our car, they jumping on it, tryin to flip it, window broke etc. 22y/o-weapon pulled in me and mugged outside of Orlando. Some how the kids that did this were always much older than me, making it worse. Luckily I Managed to not become a hate filled racist even though my entire childhood I was hurt and verbally abused by the kids I just wanted to be friends with. Actually grateful for the experience, it definitely toughened me up and taught me when to stand my ground and when to flee. Now I’m easy going guy that can’t be provoked.
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From the same YouTube thread.
Getinit 56
Something very similar happened to me in 93. I got the shit kicked out of me in the lunch room, along with a few more white boys. Before the fight was over, when the tables were turning in favor of the white boys. All the blacks ran. It took my dad 2hrs to gather up a group of 8, some Vietnam vets, and they came to school to clean house, and find the blacks falthers, to hand that ass whipping up hill. Law enforcement got involved in all of it. I learned to about power in numbers that day. We didn’t have any more racial uprisings that I know of for at least another decade. There was about to be around a dozen fathers along with their sons running from about another 2 dozen fathers and their sons, with an undetermined outcome. Nobody got killed and wounds heal, but a gauntlet got laid down that day, that there wasn’t going to be anymore of that nonsense.
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From the same YouTube thread.
Iggy
I grew up in Detroit. In ‘73 I was in the 5th grade, got cornered in the bathroom by a huge group of black kids who demanded I say “black is beautiful”, which was the mantra of that particular time. The days of full Afros complete with “Afro sheen” and picks sticking out of the back with a raised black fist. I was beat unconscious and found dazed on the bathroom floor. I was taken to the “nurses” office where my foster parents were contacted. I went home. No cops, no news, back to school the next day. Right or wrong, I think probably right, nobody made a big deal out of it. I figured how to fight, how to run and learned the wisdom of when to apply whichever was needed for whatever the situation. Life is not fair and those who’re mentally unprepared to have violence done to them will always be weaker than those committing violence against them. That one incident changed my life for, I think, the better. It was just one of many “unfair” challenges that were thrust before me throughout my life. It served me well especially as a SF medic in 7th SFG from 92-2010. I was also part of the child “wilderness camp” project in Michigan for three years in the mid 70s.
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My mom owns a restaurant and is thinking about not serving white people anymore. Is that illegal?
About twenty years ago my wife and I sat down in a booth at a local restaurant. We happen to be White, most of the people working there appeared to be Black, though I hesitate to group people by the color of their skin. No one came to our table. No placemat or flatware, no water or coffee. After ten minutes or so we quietly left. A few weeks later we went back, hoping we hadn’t been ignored because of racism, that maybe they had been short staffed. Same thing happened. Ten minutes, no placemat, no smile kind word or “I’ll be right with you”. We never went back in twenty years since. We are always polite and respectful to all “servers” and tip at least 20%, so I just figured it was their loss, not mine. I can only guess those individuals were showing me what it must have been like to have been Black in the fifties and early sixties. Now I know and it’s not a good way to have a community which means people living together and being kind to each other. Instead of not serving White people–the whole lot of us–I hope you will welcome each individual that walks in the door and get to know the person. Let’s all stop the obsession with skin color. I’m not a lawyer, but I hope you and your mom will decide to do what you know in your heart to be the right thing. Good luck with your restaurant. I have to believe you will grow your business better with love, not hate.
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From a comment by Fiona McDonald.
I am from a white minority group and I went to a school with quite a lot of black kids, there were 3 horrible bullys and they were all black, I was verbally abused and physically attacked and had my school stuff soiled by them putting dog shit in my desk, I couldn’t take it no more and when I told my teacher he told me to ignore them, I was called names on a daily basis because of my accent and my culture. I was never raised racist, race never was mentioned in my life. But because of the hell I went through in primary, and high school with the black kids, I grew up believing blacks are racist bullys. I don’t want to believe this because I want to see the best in everyone 😪
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From a comment on Quora:
Brad ·
My brother, Nicholas, I sympathize with you. Constant black racist attacks happened to me on the regular in elementary schools (about 3rd grade to 7th grade) in New York throughout the 1960s. The difference was that, even though I was always the shortest kid in the class, I instinctively knew how to fight, and my bottled-up rage from the constant black racism always exploded onto the would-be bully to the point of really beating his brains in, no matter how big he was. I never started a fight in my life.
These incidents were always triggered by taunts of “cracker”, “honky” and so on, in addition to someone putting their hands on me most of the time. Some of it was also me defending some weak or passive scared little White kid from such racist bullying.
I got kicked out of one mostly-black school for fighting too much and then they force-bused me to an even worse one. My mother even complained to the NYC Board of Education, who did absolutely nothing about it, just like the “white” liberal principals and staffs of the schools. Eventually my father got a better job and could barely afford to send me and my little brothers to a nearby Catholic school (in the heart of that same black area).
The problem was that when school was let out me and my brothers had to walk home along the same main streets as the black kids from the other school. We also lived a block before the beginning of that black ghetto area. So there were HUNDREDS of black kids (many even older than me) that were streaming home along the way. And that’s when I was jumped (10 or 20 on one) almost daily (sometimes more than once) on the way home.
I usually took down the first kid that came at me as they all rushed me. I then made a point of beating him as bad as I could while keeping my head tucked low as the others reigned kicks and punches on my back, ribs and the side of my head. One night while in bed decades later I tried to remember all the one-on-one fights I ever had. When I got to about 300 they became too blurry to remember. I knew there were a lot more but I kept the # at a nice round 300. And I remembered at least 75 jumpings until the details on those also got too blurry. So I kept it at 75 even though I knew there were a lot more. All told, over 250 of those single fights and over 70 jumpings against me were perpetrated by racist blacks. I even had 8 fights in 7 days one time!! This was both in school and on my way home. Many of these kids were much older than me too. And do you know, not once did a black kid ever verbally or physically try to stick up for me at these incidents.
A little 7–12 year old kid should never have been put through this multiple-years of hell on earth. It’s beyond child abuse! Our anti-White government did that to lots of White kids back then. And our people let it happen. We have to stop this from happening to OUR kids now and in the White-minority future they have in store for us.
In 1970 we moved to long Island to a mostly-White area. But I was so traumatized by that previous years-long experience in hell that I was quick to fight anyone that verbally or physically disrespected me. And that’s where the other about 30 fights and 5 jumpings occurred against White kids (the other 20 or so we’re against racist blacks on long island!) And in those mostly-White long Island schools I went to later, the tiny percent of black kids never got abused or bullied by the White kids, ever. Because of the eternal media propaganda (though more subtle back then), many White kids were scared of blacks and let them do what they wanted, unharmed. I on the other hand, took no shit from them. Hence, my long Island fights with them.
It took me many years and time in the penitentiary to get a good control over those violent anger issues. And this was only a superficial sketch of the situation, but you get the picture. Contrary to today’s popular assumptions, black on white crime isn’t something new. It goes way way back and people need to study how we got to that and this point. But that’s another story that I can speak volumes about at another time. Stay safe and get truly awakened, my brothers and sisters. Our kids need to know these things.—— General G.
Former Golden Gloves and Pro Boxer
Has your child ever been involved in a fight with a school bully and how did you react?
The school district hated me. When my son was in Junior High a black kid was constantly harrassing him, slapping his books out his hand and calling him gay in front of other kids. One day he calls my son gay again. My son says “I can stop being gay anytime I want, but you’ll always be a Nigger.” The kid hit my son, and my son kicked his ass. I get called to the principal’s office and the other brat’s macho father who has a “Mr T” starter kit is there. The principal starts to lecture me about the seriousness of this. I cut her off. “Excuse me.” “It’s ok for this little asshole to call my son gay and push him around for months, but my son fights back and it’s a problem?” “Gay” and Faggot” are just as much a ”Hate Crime” or “Hate Speech” as “Nigger.” “Does the school district want to take this to court?” This little bastard can call my son a faggot for months, and nothing is done, but my boy says “Nigger” one time and now it’s a federal offense?” That’s not happening.” The other brat’s father started in on me. I said-”Excuse me?” “We have witnesses that your princess threw the first insult, and threw the first punch.” “He’s not a victim because he lost a fight that he started.” “2ndly-what’s wrong with you as a parent?” “Your raising a minority child and you don’t teach him tolerance?” “It’s ok for him to bully other kids?” “And you don’t have sense enough to teach him that if he’s in a beef with a white person, the “N” word is the first thing he’s going to hear, and that he shouldn’t let it bother him?” The kid’s dad asked me to step outside. I said “Gladly” I’m a Golden Gloves champion, and worked as a sparring partner for Trevor Berbick and Larry Holmes, both of whom fought Muhammad Ali and Mike Tyson.” “What are you gonna show me asshole?” That gave him pause. He shut up. The principal was Like “Gentlemen” “Please”. I said-”There’s no gentlemen here.” “You either drop this as “Boys will be boys” and Everyone made a mistake” or “I will make sure you lose your job, and take it to the Supreme Court if I have to.” “There’s racism here?” “Your goddamn right there is.” “It’s ok for a black kid to bully a white kid for months, but if the white kid fights back and uses a racial slur, now its an issue?” “If you have a zero tolerance policy for fighting, then fine they both get suspended.” “But you don’t suspend one kid and not the other.” The principal backed down and said let’s everyone forget the whole thing. I had to fight against political correctness run amok.
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In 1993 I moved my family to Little Rock Arkansas. Our first year there our seven year old daughter was pulled into the court ordered busing going on at that time and was assigned to a majority black http://school.In February of that year her second grade class was assigned to provide the presentation for the monthly PTA meeting. being Black history month, it was about black leaders. Her mother helped her with her lines for the presentation, and she had them down pat.
The day of the program, she came home in tears and absolutely refused to go to the meeting. My wife finally got her to tell her what the problem was.
That afternoon during dress rehearsal a teacher had informed my daughter she would not be participating in the program. The teacher’s reasoning. We can’t have a blue eyed blond haired white girl reciting the words of Martin Luther King.
I was ready to tear someone a new one, but my level headed wife intervened. We went for pizza and ice cream the evening rather than to the PTA meeting.
My wife later found out that if she worked at our neighborhood school our daughter could get a hardship transfer there. so mom and daughter went to school together for the next four years.
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From the Colin Flaherty archives, published weekly at American Renaissance:
This story is one of hundreds Colin Flaherty planned to publish in a book before his death. American Renaissance will post one every week.
I grew up in the South Bronx, and — at least way back when — all the working-class families of all races lived side-by-side and got along. In 2004, I started teaching at a black school and was treated to a rude awakening in race relations. My students called me “cracker b*tch” and other unmentionable names every day. They refused to let me teach them anything, and constantly howled and whined. They would rap all day long and actively resisted learning of any kind. I was “The Enemy,” no matter how hard I tried. Once, I managed to book time for them in the computer lab to take state test tutorials. They spent the whole period trying to get through the firewall to look up pictures of “Lil Kim” and the like. On top of that, a scuffle broke out that destroyed some of the precious equipment.
Worst of all was the time a sixth grader threatened to kill me and explained how he was going to do it. A meeting was called and the black Vice Principal told me that I “didn’t understand as I wasn’t part of the community.” I replied that I thought we all lived in the same county and had the same goals for the kids to succeed. I was laughed out of the meeting. Before the year was over, one kid jumped on my back and threw out my spine. The white principal, who was a hardcore liberal, decided to put the kid in a black teacher’s class and later remarked that the student went on to do well, and that he loved his “pretty teacher.” That really hurt, yet she would talk about this at faculty meetings and elsewhere in order to prove that the child was a saint and it was my fault he assaulted me. It was insult to injury all day every day. If I asked a kid to open his books, I was being “racial,” as they called it. Bleeding hearts say that we white teachers bring our “racism” into the classroom, so the kids can’t succeed. Well, when I transferred to a white school, the kids I taught did great. Why? Because they actually let me teach them. Later on, I looked up what happened to my black students from 2004, and just about all of them were in jail.
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From YouTube comments:
I still have scars on my knuckles from something like this. I went to a rough Jr. High School. This is the place where I HAD to learn to fight. I was constantly attacked for being white….How do I know? The racial slurs that followed the beating/fight. This is in good ole liberal all-inclusive SF Bay Area CA late 80s/early 90s.
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Answered by Deano J
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
A long time ago. In fact it was more than 1 person. I was at Sutton carnival near the English Birmingham and i was seeing a black girl at the time. All through that day i heard comments about ‘ white guy with a sister’ or ‘honky’ etc etc. Everytime the girl heard it she jumped on me and kissed me. I walked away in 1 piece but at 17 years old, you can bet your life my arse was twitching.
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From a comment at It’s Okay to be White. Edited for ease of reading.
My daughter was bullied at school by two sisters of Indian heritage. ‘Bang the white bxxxx’ was chanted by their little gang of the same heritage. What did the school do? Nothing about the obvious racism as apparently it was not racism but prejudice but had the boot been on the other foot…. Both girls excluded for a week. I was at work when I received the call from the school demanding I removed my daughter from the premises…I refused, I was at work, I had emailed them the night before to advise there had been threats and NO, you are going to keep my daughter until the end of the school, ‘No we need you to get her now for her own safety, the other parent is about to come on site with some family members. My reaction to that as you may or may not imagine was absolute fury, I worked in a prison, to get from the part I worked in to the gate house, then through the gate house security to the car park could take up to twenty minutes then a thirty minute to forty- five minute drive back depending on traffic …but I had warned them there was a possibility this could happen so I get my daughter to school on time, the school then has a duty of care from the moment school starts to ends (oh yes they do) but you want me to remove her for her own safety?
The school did zero, the police however took it really seriously… it was racism
Regardless of their ages at the time I believe every single one of them (excluding my non-racist daughter) the little mob shouting, and the two sisters should have been permanently excluded on the grounds of racism.
So yes it does happen… regularly. I work and on several occasions have had a male and female of the same heritage demand they want a non-white non English speaking person on the other side of the desk… my answer: “you are stuck with me, if you have a problem with me being white and half English half Scottish (I’m very proud of my Celt side) I shall print off the Equality Act for you, you will clearly see everyone has the right to be treated the same regardless of race, faith, gender etc. and that it is illegal to treat me any different… would you like a copy so you can see for yourself not only are you being racist but also prejudice?” I make sure they are also booked in with me for next time.
Answered by Cassandra Snider
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Me and my brother. We moved a lot a children. One school we went to was probably about 50% black. My brother was threatened by boys that tried to get him to say derogatory names for black people, which would have gotten him beat up, all while they threatened to beat him up if he didn’t say them. The group was all black. One of them later threw black paint on me in the gym. They were painting banners for a football game. He threw the paint on me and said that I was just too white. His sister was running with me in laps around the gym. She was a friend and she stood up for me, even told their parents. He got in a lot of trouble for attacking me. His dad was especially mad because he had attacked a girl and he did not hold with men attacking women. Later the same group of boys beat the heck out of a white kid because he was white. There were witnesses who said that the boy wasn’t doing anything wrong. The VP expelled the kid that got attacked because the boys said that he called them a racial slur. Our school was so fed up with this pandering, liberal VP always taking the side of the black groups like them that the entire school staged a walkout to protest. That was the worst place that I experienced racism from black people, but not the last.
It happens all the time, but is ignored. It’s gotten worse since people have decided that you can’t be racist to white people. That was like taking the pin out of a grenade. The hate being spewed at white people these days, and being allowed is ridiculous! At this point, people can say whatever derogatory, racist thing towards white people and it is accepted. But if you try and defend yourself? You are somehow the racist!! It’s idiotic!
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Answered by Laura Simmons
A black person took my position in 1999. I was told I couldn’t take the position across state line, 6 weeks after I took the 40% disability PAYMENT, THEY PLACED HER ACROSS STATE LINE.
I tried to hire a lawyer for reverse discrimination. There wasn’t a lawyer who would touch it.
She benefited only because she was black. This was Years ago and still they keep complaining?????
Seriously, get over it.
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Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Answered by Herman.
Yep. As I was running to get away, a black guy started yelling “You get him! Beat him good!”. I was running to a safe place, it was closed that day. Cornered, it was time to fight. I let that kid have it with everything I had. The mouthy black guy came running over to break it up. Sometimes the folks had good timing. This is one of those times. Dad stepped out of the car and ordered the black guy to stop in his tracks. He started complaining that the other kid was getting his ass whipped. “I saw the whole thing. You egged the other kid on. Now that kid is getting his ass beat, you want to break it up? No. You stay right there and let the fight finish.” dad told him.
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Posted by Words Of Cheresie
Who is a racist?
I’ll tell you a true story about the definition of racist. I am White and I was once sitting in my car in a parking lot. Another car pulled up in the spot next to me, The man driving obviously didn’t see me because he opened his door forcefully and banged it into my car leaving a dent. I don’t think it was malicious; I think he was just in a hurry and didn’t care. He got out and I could see that he was black. I got out too and said “you just hit my car”. He didn’t apologize but instead started screaming loudly that I was racist. I told him that he should come up with a different excuse and took multiple pictures of his car including his license plate. The whole time he was screaming loudly that I was racist.
Does his definition of a racist match what we find in the dictionary? Is it possible that his definition is more commonly used than the dictionary definition? Should we base national policy and should we educate children in public schools based on this man’s definition? I think that for a long time the trend has been to use this man’s view when writing new policy.
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If you are a white person, have you ever been the victim of racism?
I am going anonymous for this one, as I get hate mail whenever I post anything about racism.
I attended a large public college in the 1970s. I didn’t get much in terms of financial support. I had a state scholarship that paid my tuition, but tuition was $82 per semester. I had to take out student loans for books, dorm fees, incidentals, etc. I worked full time outside of school for three of the years I was there before I graduated (in 5.5 years).
Anyone who would have read my background statement might have assumed I was black or Hispanic. I never knew my father, having been the result of a one-night stand. My mother was mostly out of the picture, accumulating two felony convictions and a nasty stimulant habit. I was raised by a grandmother and great-grandmother, neither of whom got past the 8th grade. My grandmother was the breadwinner in the household. She was a cook at a hospital. My great-grandmother was an alcoholic and gradually slipped into dementia in the years I was attending school through high school. We were forever living paycheck to paycheck, mostly in rented homes. We moved so often that I had attended 13 different schools by the time I graduated from high school. Because we couldn’t afford it, I didn’t see a dentist until I was 12, and my permanent teeth were erupting over my baby teeth. I had untreated amblyopia (lazy eye), which resulted in the vision of one eye being suppressed most of the time, so I saw with only one eye. I had extremely poor depth perception, and failed miserably at most athletic activities that involved throwing, hitting, or catching a ball.
On arrival at Large Public College (LPC), I discovered there were two Equal Opportunity Programs, Black EOP and Chicano EOP (these were their official names). Students in either EOP attended tuition free, and had their books, lab fees, and dorm fees paid by their respective EOPs. Each of the EOPs had a house. LPC had grown up in an area of town just outside the main business district, and took over several residential houses that were converted into offices and such. At the separate Chicano and Black EOP houses, students could take advantage of free tutoring and use typewriters and other equipment, or just hang out and discuss how oppressed they were. The houses were decorated in appropriately ethnic style. Soul and R&B played more or less continuously at the Black EOP house; where Chicano EOP offered Santana and other ethnic music choices.
I was majoring in a technical field that required a lot of lab time and careful attention to lectures. Several EOP students living in the dorms supposedly had the same major, but I never saw them in class.
At each meal, the black dorm residents made it a practice to move tables together in the dining commons, so there was one long collection of tables that almost bisected the room. There might have been 30–40 students eating at these tables at one time. When everyone was done, they rose, en masse, and walked out of the dining commons, leaving their trays and dishes on the table. Everyone was expected to bus their own dishes, and nearly everyone I knew did. The black students were the exception. One of my dorm neighbors was part of this clique, and I asked him one day why he and his friends left their dishes for someone else to clean up. His reply was that bussing dishes was “a bullshit thing.” No one called them on this.
The common room in the dorm I lived in my freshman year had a couple of pool tables for residents’ use. There was a chalkboard in the room where various notices were written for everyone to see. Those who wanted to play a game of pool would write their name on the chalkboard, then go back to their room for a while until it was their turn. You could more or less count on each game taking 20 minutes or so. Many wrote their phone extension number next to their name, and if their turn came up and they were still in the room, someone would call them and tell them they were up. Winners kept playing until they wanted to quit; the next student on the chalkboard list would play the winner of the last game.
The black girls who lived in the dormitory would invite their back male friends over to play pool, especially on weekends. Within a few weeks of the start of the semester, you knew who lived in the dorm and who didn’t. The black males monopolized the pool tables. If another (white) student put their name on the board and waited until it was their turn, they would be told that the table was not available because they were in a “tournament.” There were no tournaments.
This conflict caused the dorm council (dorm residents who planned activities and otherwise developed rules and practices) to restrict use of the pool tables to residents only. If you had a friend visiting, they couldn’t play pool.
Within a few days of this being instituted, the black students called a dorm meeting in the same common room. There, we were told that the new policy was racist, and they would not stand for it. When it was pointed out that the white students were similarly enjoined not to invite friends to play pool, we were told this was irrelevant. If the policy remained in place, the black students and their friends were going to “fuck shit up.” The LPC housing office suggested that the new policy not be followed. They didn’t want to foment racial unrest.
I didn’t make any kind of formal study, but I noticed that the EOP students were scarce after the first year. They had to be getting at least passing grades to keep the gravy train running, and for most of them, attending class was a similarly “bullshit thing.” The EOP students who lived in the dorm were partying as hard as their assets would allow, and were generally a disruptive influence.
Had these programs worked the way I think they were intended, and elevated minority students to degreed careers, I wouldn’t have had such a problem with it. What it worked out to was a way for some students to get out from under mom and dad’s rule and party on someone else’s dime, while making life more difficult for those of us who went to college to get an education.
Former CSSpecialist at California State Tax (1997–2013)
Can black people be racist to whites?
Let me tell you a story:
My husband and I stopped at a gas station. There was a black child walking by, and he was about 11 years old. Our eyes met so I nodded and said “Hello,” I had my window open.
“Why you talking to me woman?” He said with a snarl.
“Sorry.” I said, and a little bit of sarcasm sneaked into my voice.
“What’re you sorry for,” the kid yelled. “Sorry you’re talking to a black kid?”
“Okay kid, have it your way.” And I turned away and closed the window. The kid continued to harass me outside my door. I heard language an adult would be ashamed of. This kid kept going, I was waiting for my hubby to come out, but there was a line. After the third time he called me a bi#@h w#0re I rolled down the window.
“Do you speak to your mom with that mouth?” I’ve had enough.
“Don’t you be talking about my mom.” The kid yelled, feigning an anger he did not quite feel. “My mom wouldn’t give you the time of day you white w#0%e. My brother would kick you lily white ass!”
Right then my husband came out of the gas station store, and the kid sauntered off, but as he went to round the corner, he flipped me off.
This was several years ago, and I think of it often. We was trying so hard to get me to snap, but I kept my cool. I wonder what the young man is doing these days? The influences in his life were questionable, was he lashing out? I will not call him racist; you be the judge.
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Answered by Cheryl Godwin
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
My younger daughter came back to our car crying once when we were at Aldi, I asked her what was wrong as all she had done was to take the cart back while I was rearranging some stuff in the back. My daughter told me that she offered her cart to the next person walking up as we often do and the man and the man told her, “I don’t need no charity from a fat, stuck-up, white a$$, racist, stupid b1tch like you. I can afford my own cart! “ My sweet daughter was 15 at the time and had a low self esteem from being slightly overweight and also from kids teasing her at school because she has dyslexia and he reading is slow as a result. I saw red that day and marched back into Aldi to find that man which wasn’t hard because there were only four customers in the store and only two were black a very large man and a little old lady. I was livid and honestly didn’t care what he thought of me, I asked him how dare he make a sweet young girl cry when all she was doing was being polite! Then I asked how dare he call her what he called her repeating it all word for word, I told him he was a disgusting human being judging other by the color of their skin like he did! As I was leaving the little old black lady started berating him claiming people like him are the reason black people get reputations as being lower class!
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Given today’s political climate, and the pervasiveness of CRT, we can safely assume that “no reason at all” means “racial reasons.”
Studied Ancient History & Advanced Life Forms
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
YES…A black man tried to kill me…stabbing me with a screwdriver…in the neck…multiple times…
For no reason at all…
What are some examples of racism you have experienced personally?
Remarks from black men about me dating a black woman, another time dancing with black girls at a black disco, and the black men telling the girls to stop dancing with me. Eating at a black BBQ restaurant and customers saying out loud why are you serving him. Black American Airlines counter clerk being rude saying to a black customer I don’t wait on first class white passengers so I could over hear it.
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Answered by David Epperson
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Quite often. A friend and I were around 12 to 13 in around 1968. Walking though some wooded trails in New Orleans, Louisiana. We saw 3 black teenagers coming the other way along the same trail, and could hear them talking smack about how they were going to mess these two white boys up. Luckily, the two of us were not scared of snakes, and had just captured a 6′ Corn Snake, which I was carrying draped around my neck and shoulders. As it turned out, the black teens were deathly afraid of snakes and decided to make a whole new trail to avoid us.
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Answered by Harley Brock
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
My then 4 year old son almost got jumped by five or six black children a year or so older than him on a playground near our house. They circled him and tried to push him off the platform at the top of the climbing structure and told him he can’t play on the playground because he’s white and if he didn’t leave, they’d “beat his white h*nky *ss”. There were 3–4 black adults who I assume were their parents, laughing and yelling out encouragement. My little boy was only 4, and for the life of him couldn’t understand what he did wrong. 😔
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From a rideshare drivers forum:
Saturday morning at like a little bit before 8:30 am
I was waiting for my scheduled pickup (at 8:30 AM) at the Holliday inn by universal studios.
dude walks up and asks if he can use my i-phone charger.
“No sorry man, Waiting for my passenger, should be out any minute” (the last thing I want at this point is for him to take a seat in my car and then refuse to leave, or you know refuse to unplug his phone if I just extend it to the window etc. I KNOW better than to think that this i a good idea.
“Come on man, I just need to power up my phone, you can drive me home dawg”
At this point i see who I can only describe as the whitest Grandma Esther I can imagine walking out of the lobby with what I guessed was her 2 grandchildren.
“Esther Party of 3?” She asked.
“Yes mam let me get the door for you” I unlock the back passenger door by reaching back and unlocking it (so the other doors do NOT unlock) and open open the door for them.
“****ING RACIST!”
“Sir please do not use language like that, I’m just trying to take my grand children to Sea world “
With one last “**** you Cracker” I drive to the edge of the parking lot before the kids are even buckled up. I hear them get buckled in and get on the road.
So.. How many of you would have let him charge his phone? How many of you would have ditched grandma esther to drive him to the hood?
ANd why do people always bring up unleavened bread when they are accusing me of being racist?
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Answered by Robert Zeller
Have you ever faced workplace discrimination from Blacks?
Absolutely, I used to work security in areas where I was always a minority, and often the only white person I might see in a day. The racism was unrelenting. Just open racial slurs, insults, threats, and the like.
I once heard a discussion by tenets in the courtyard of an apartment building in the middle of the night discussing a religious topic of “Does God call upon us to hate white people?” with some for and some against. I told them they could discuss whatever they liked as long as they didn’t disturb their neighbors by getting too noisy. I also told them that “I have it on good authority that God loves white people” (someone did put in a complaint that I had made that “racist” remark, not that the management cared at all, nor did I).
I started guarding a joint venture between a state college and the county government, and a black lady that worked there was apparently extremely anti-white and was angry about white security personnel being hired. I usually good along well with people without regard to race, and figured I could get on her better side. Other government staff had warned me that she was like this though and to be careful. No such luck.. she constantly put in bogus complaints, tried to stop me from doing my job, and raised hell generally. The county finally didn’t renew our contract to end the dispute, as they weren’t willing to push the issue of a racist black employee with her employer, a large state college system.
If you’re white and you ever find yourself in black areas for any amount of time, you will see a casual racism that would never be tolerated in the reverse. People will casually make racist comments, intentionally or unintentionally offensive, and it just isn’t seen as controversial.
Additionally, if you ever try to enforce any policy against black people, you will be called racist, the bullshit victim role playing will come out, and people will cry racism and discrimination while yelling racial slurs and insults at you. It is comically retarded, but an everyday experience.
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Answered by Mike Shaw
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
When I first started my career at the post office I worked with a couple of black women that were openly racists against the white people in the office. I eventually ended up subbing for one of them on her day off on a regular basis. She would sabotage her sorting case to make it harder for me to sort the mail for the route by taking the labels off and hiding them in a storage room, and taking out some of the dividers. After a few weeks of that I started leaving it the same way she left it for me. She claimed I was the racist and was messing with her. The boss investigated and eventually told her to stop but she continued to do it anyway. It wasn’t until I stopped trying to fix things to do the job and used a bunch of overtime that the boss made any attempt to fix the situation. The remedy was to get me my own set of case labels to keep in my locker. Yea, the boss was black too so it was obvious to me at that point why it was happening in the first place. I moved to another office not to long after that.
Perpetual single girl and online dater
Have you ever left a date midway?
Yes… I was out to dinner with a black guy, I’m white. We were at a pretty nice restaurant within walking distance of my loft.
We ordered an appetizer and then our entrees. We finished the appetizer and just after our dinner came he asked, “do you always date outside your race?” I said, “No, I date anyone who I find interesting and smart- handsome doesn’t hurt either (with a wink).” He says, “Well I only date white girls, it’s restitution for slavery. When I get to %@ck them, it’s like I’m beating the $#!t out of them.” He wasn’t joking. I got up and said I was going to the bathroom. I found our waitress, paid for my meal. Walked by our table on the way out and said, “This is restitution for being an asshole.”
In retrospect I should have thanked him for his honesty.
*** this is NOT meant to spark a discussion about whether restitution for slavery is necessary, good, bad, evil, or warranted. It is a discussion between 2 individuals trying to get to know one another, or so I thought.***\
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Technically not first-person, but close enough.
Answered byTammy Donoghue
Do schools really tell white kids they are racist everyday?
Not in any schools in multicultural nations. As this would be illegal.
However my niece was attending a school which over the time became more Asian than white students. Thus the school naturally catered for the majority.
Unfortunately because many were not proficient in the English language, obviously learning was slower and often a need to revert to Asian spoken languages to ensure the understanding of the majority Asian students. Obviously the menu reflected it, the customs and the school uniform where she was encouraged to wear trousers which suited her fine. The fasting was observed, so little choice available for white students in the canteen during these times. Certainly no Christmas lunch or Easter eggs or traditional English food..
On all the major Asian celebrations such as Eid, Diwali, the schools were decorated in celebrations but also empty with just a handful of white students on these occasions who had relief teachers basically just minding them.
My brother had raised concerns about this to the school who advised that they catered for the majority but didn’t exclude the minorities (white students in this case in a Luton school).
So on St. Georges Day, the patron Saint of England, my niece took in home made cup cakes with the St. George’s Cross as icing…
She was sent home immediately, with all the cakes, with a note stating that this was unnaceptable conduct and carried racist undertones..
My brother hit the roof and remove her from the school on the grounds that his own daughter was being shamed, hindered and persecuted for being white British and displaying any traits or pride in her own heritage in the country where generations of family have always resided and we all have equal rights. He objected to his daughter knowing more about muslim culture than her own, and said he didn’t want his daughter being raised on Muslim culture in England … he was accused of being a racist and told to refrain from displaying racist conduct, and asked to leave…. unbelievable!!
He has put my niece in a public fee paying school in the area now, where there are other white children who are taught about British traditions and history, as a point of respect and something to be proud of… as unfortunately all the state schools in the area are all majority minorities..
This is Luton England in 2023. !!!
Answered by Damshame66
When was the last time you’ve experienced racism in public?
It was years ago at a chicken stand where I was repeatedly ignored by the employee at the counter. After a couple minutes I saw what she was doing. I was in the middle of the darkest section of the town I was living in and quick to notice all the customers were “in on it” so to speak. It was not, in other words the right time or locale to make a statement against or a lecture about the wrongness of racism in any form or involving people of any ethnic persuasion. So I returned to my truck and ate somewhere else.
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Answered by Edward Penland
I don’t know anything about white privilege. I know alot about white expectation. All the privilege and benefits in this country are reserved for minorities, women, and non-citizens. I was a homeless navy vet in need of serious help to get back on my feet and I couldn’t even get food stamps.
I served this country and you know what I was told when I ask for help when I needed it the most?
I was told I was a healthy white male, they would not help me. And no, I am not exaggerating or putting words in that social worker’s mouth. They literally told me that if I were a woman or a minority I could basically get any help I wanted but because I was a healthy white male I was expected to be able to do it all on my own.
There is no such thing as white privilege, not that I have experienced anyway. Just white expectations. And whether I like it or not, it ended up working to my benefit. I used my GI Bill, which I earned, to go back to school and pull myself back up and off the street. Maybe if we had expectations for people instead of just giving them hand outs everyone could have a chance to actually improve their lives and situations rather than being stuck on welfare and food stamps barely getting by.
And before I’m called insensitive or whatever, I do understand that some people actually need the help, I was one of them, and people deserve help when they need it. But everyone needs help sometimes, not just minorities.
I have always been a firm believer that people will rise to whatever expectations you put on them. No matter how high or how low. Time to expect things from people rather than just judging them by the color of their skin. And time to stop allowing your skin color and preconceived stereotype to define who you are “suppose” to be.
Ok rant over, I’ll come down off my soapbox now.
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From Amren’s ongoing series of first-person accounts:
This is part of our continuing series of accounts by readers of how they shed the illusions of liberalism and became race realists.
I grew up in Texas. I eventually moved to Spain with my dad when my parents divorced. I grew up in a dissident household; the views my father would speak of were unorthodox and not establishment-approved: a.k.a., a free mind.
When it came to race, my dad would tell me, “Julian, there’s an apparatus of white guilt in the US; we’re supposed to feel guilty for things we never did; we’re shamed into allowing ourselves to be more easily governed. Look at Africa. What have they achieved while the entire world went on to create civilizations, technologies, and monuments? Who sold the African slaves to the Europeans? It was the Africans themselves who were the African slave-merchants.”
I could see it in school — the assembly line molding of our thoughts. I felt like an outsider peering in through a window that was foggy to all others; I felt like a person who could recognize that the shadows on the wall of the cave were just that, shadows, as described in Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave.” Once in school, I was called a “cracker” by a group of black boys, and I looked directly at the teacher standing right by. She just shrugged, acknowledging that because of their skin tone and mine, they were allowed to hate me. It’s amazing how a child could see how wrong this was, but a grown adult couldn’t. A teacher in fact. Ha! What on God’s green earth could she teach? She wasn’t really a teacher, and that wasn’t fogginess of the brain she had; she was a brainwasher and was herself brainwashed. My mind, which understood what was wrong with this nation and was yet unmolded by years of “education,” allowed me to see what an adult could not: the patheticness.
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post:
My family moved from Buffalo NY to Arizona when I was 5 yr old. It was farmland and all new developments. Grade school was all white kids, High Shool a whole different animal. I am a white girl, blonde and blue eyed. I was asked on a movie date by a Mexican boy and accepted. On the following Monday at school, I went into the restroom and was jumped by 5 Mexican girls who beat me up, spit on me and told me to stick with my own kind. My parents were furious and then the school suspended ME supposedly for my safety. That is the day I began to really think differently about races and began to despise others if they weren’t White. This was many years ago but I vividly remember how hurtful this was. In turn I hated these 5 girls and Mexicans!!
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The walgreens, corner of Del Paso and El camino, I’m shopping and I hear…”It’s ok honey you’re stealing from White people.” It took more than 5 seconds to pick my jaw off the floor. Later I ended up working there, place got robbed every couple hours and sometimes leave a mess!
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Answered by CrystalLake
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes. Every time I get asked for a smoke or money and refuse, I get called a white c—t, white s—t, white dog and all sorts of things. I resent people who have bad habits and expect everyone else to fund their choice because they’re too stupid to budget.
I got on a bus once and sat next to an Indigenous woman and her 7yo son was sitting behind us and punched me in the head and called me a white guppa and told me not to sit next to his mum. The sad thing is that Guppa in Aboriginal means white man, it was never supposed to be used as a derogatory term so these people are decimating their own language.
I am part Indigenous but am white enough that most people have no idea. These people who call me “white (insert favoured insult here)” are bullying one of their own.
Answered by Jeremy Stolz
It’s so great, growing up in a majority black neighborhood as one of the only white boys I was jumped repeatedly & picked on relentlessly. As the years went on the attacks became more violent especially after I started dating my first girlfriend who happened to be black, fighting became an everyday occurrence. Going to a majority black high school with majority black administrators was also pretty awesome, I was jumped multiple times just for being a white guy & I was always punished even though I was rarely the aggressor. I always got my revenge though because most couldn’t beat me 1 on 1. Eventually I grew tired of this so I quit school despite being in advanced classes and only having 3 credits left to graduate, I ended up with a GED & many of my attackers got accepted into college just because they weren’t white.
If only I had born a black kid in my neighborhood or a rich white kid in a better neighborhood I may have had it better but growing up the way I did made me tough.
I was once fired for saying the N word at work, I asked that music not be played with that word in it. I had asked countless times without using it. I went to 6 law firms before a clerk told me, “Sorry sir, but the law just doesn’t work the same way for us White folks!”
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A comment from Michael Parkinson:
I was in a car with my friend we were on leave from the army parked behind a black merc on double yellow lines in the town centre he pulled over to answer his phone .I saw this cop walking towards us I told my friend but thought the car infront will get it first then we can drive off .The cop looked into the car infront then came up to us stopped and pulled out his book asking for our details. My friend asked go book them first in the merc I’m booking you bla bla .The driver in the merc was a paki woman in burka etc .That tells you all you need to know about the police in the UK.
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Posted by Gary Puzzella
I have two years to go as a teacher before retirement and I am struggling to make it. I am the only white teacher in a school with 100% minority population. I get called a white mother f*cker and threatened to be killed by a student way more often than any human being should.
PARENTS: Home School. Keep your kids out of underperforming and dangerous schools. White people are hated by many minorities and are targets at schools where whites are the minority.
We live among animals and need to watch our backs every day.
Answered by M Liang
My Grandfather was killed by the Klan in 1922 in La. he was a veteran of WW1; had a child with a black woman and refused to bow-down to the Klan.
In the Military, I had to take “second and third seat” to Black men, because of affirmative action. One individual wanted to be an Officer, I was commanded to write his “request” for commission because he COULD NOT WRITE WELL ENOUGH!!! I was a very good writer, developed curriculum.
My question to the upper echelon was: If he can not write good evals for his men, how does that fair for them if I must write for him???
I was told to “shut the F—kup, write the paper.”
It is “awesome” being “WHITE” when you are 1,000 times more qualified than another person, yet that person is advanced only due to color of skin.
AWESOME!!!
Answered by Richard Seaman
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I had to run a training course in Nigeria as I had written the training material for a scripting course for Shell back in the late 90’s. It started off fine in Lagos as that was the main office and the woman I was working with seemed nice and helpful. We then had to fly down to Bonny Island where the main gas pipeline came on land which is where things changed. Away from the main office, and her boss, things changed for the worse.
The abuse started, my colour was mentioned and as it was the first time I had faced this I had no idea how to deal with it. Being a lot older now it would be different. During the training she refused to listen and then turned on the TV that was in the room to was Big Brother Africa and encouraged everyone else to watch. The abused continued so I had to call her boss who flew down and had a word with her. Things changed somewhat after that chat.
I have to say that she was the exception though as most other people I met were nice, friendly and very helpful.
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Former Police Officer at New York City Police Department (1992–2012)
What’s the rudest customer service experience you have ever had?
I received a notice from the post office stating that I wasn’t home when they attempted to deliver a registered letter that required my signature. On the letter it stated that I could go to my local post office branch, located on W 116 St. in New York City after such and such date and pick up the letter. So I go over to the post office the next day to pick up my mail. I have the little tan slip and my valid New York state driver’s license.
Of course the clerk is on break so I have to wait until she’s finished. The other three clerks couldn’t help; I had to wait for her. So I’m waiting, as patiently as I can, it’s 20 minutes the line forming, now it’s going on 45 minutes and the line is almost going out the door. Finally she’s back from her 50-minute break. Get up to the window and hand her the slip and my ID.
She takes everything and goes to the back to get my letter, 10 minutes, 20 minutes, now I’m irate and civil unrest is happening in the line. She comes back and tells me that the letter isn’t back there and she can’t find it right now. I’m so pissed off, but really not in the mood to start arguing. I’m actually too mad to argue at this point. I know myself and my level of patience and I know that I’m in way too deep. So I tell her no problem and that I’d just prefer to reschedule the delivery for another day. She tells me no I can’t reschedule a postal delivery. That I have to come back in person tomorrow and wait in line again. I pointed out to her that on the back of the Missed Delivery Slip that you can write in another date that you’ll be home and the mail carrier will just redeliver your letter or package. I’ve done it at every other one of my postal branches.
She’s still insisting that I have to come back. I ask for her supervisor, she grudgingly gets her after much huffing and puffing. I tell the supervisor and before the supervisor can say a word the clerk says, “Who do these white people think they are? Don’t they know where they’re living now? What makes them think that they’re so special?” Now, I’m done. I’m trying to keep composed but I’m raising my voice and start asking names, writing down statements, descriptions, times and getting witness information.
When the supervisor apologizes and agrees to my request, I turn around to all the other customers in the Post Office and loudly state to the clerk, “That what makes this white person special is that she has the ability to write letters. That she will be writing letters to the postmaster general, branch manager and will be writing to Washington, D.C. That not only is she a nasty, rude and a poor worker, she’s also a racist who offended a customer.” I got a loud Amen and round of applause from all the other customers who were forced to wait in line, too.
I went home and composed all of my letters. They were all CC’ed, e-mailed and sent by snail mail, too. I never saw that particular clerk at my branch again. I don’t think she was fired but she was transferred. The best part is that from that point on there was never another problem to schedule a redelivery date again.
P.S. I was also home on the initial delivery date, too. They never rang my bell and were too lazy to walk up the two flights of stairs, to my apartment. That stopped, too.
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Answered by Paul Jones
How have you been discriminated against for being white?
One example:
I applied for a job that I was totally qualified for. Didn’t get the job. Not even called back for a second interview.
Later read in the paper that the company was complaining about how hard it was to find qualified candidates for the open positions it has.
Further down in the article they explained what they meant by ‘qualified’ — female minority.
Another example:
I took a ton of state tests to get state jobs. I scored in the high 90s on those tests. Only rarely was I called for an interview. I asked and asked and asked why it was I did get called for interviews. Finally found out that women and minorities were put at the front of the line.
Answered by Jim Schmidt
How have you been discriminated against for being white?
Decades ago at Highland and Ontario in Niagara Falls NY US, a black whore and her pimp attempted to rob a La Salle taxi. Driver called a car 13, and in minutes La Salle. United and Brews’ showed up/
There was alot of rubble from the city demolishing a fire house.
The blacks attacked anyone remotely white and destroyed several taxis. So, yes, I have been discriminated against and attacked for being white.
After that I rigged a cutoff switch on my brake and reverse lights. On a 90 degree night, two blacks came out of the shadows NOT from the address I had been called to wearing full length leather coats. I was idling in reverse with my foot on the brakes and only one rear door unlocked.
I knocked them down with that door. One shot half his own foot off, the other tried to cross a rail switchyard in the dark and got caught in a closing switch. The defense argued that I must have been a racist to be so alert and prepared in a Welfare nieghbourhood. The judge disagreed.
Pmlm M Retired ,Vietnam Veteran and 30 years in L/E
As a white person, what is your most recent experience of being a victim of racism?
At American Airlines ticket counter, all the agents and supervisor were black they treated all black customers with smiles and friendly and treated me and my spouse and all whites like they wanted nothing to do with us and very rude no smiles no courtesy just cold and matter of fact. It was so obvious that it was based on race.
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From Michael Garabaldi:
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
I was bullied on Quora, called a liar and mocked after I answered this Quora question: What is it like to grow up as a white person in a mostly black community in America?Eventually, I assume because people complained my response was removed.Here is my answer:“I know what it was like growing up white in a black http://community.My grandparents immigrated to the U.S. at the beginning of the 20th century. They were very poor. My father could not speak English until he was 8 years old and he had to wear his Mother’s sandals to school. His father became factory workers. The majority of the people who lived in this community were immigrants. But that changed.During WWII, most of the men were drafted and a large influx of Black people migrated to the http://city.So as I grew up, the majority of people living in the city were Black. The high school I went to was approximately 86% Black. I am “white.” I could not use the lunch room. The only time I did, I was threatened. I usually walked home from school. One time, I tried to take the bus, I was attacked and beat. All the athletic equipment was stolen from the school by the end of the year. Many windows were broken and the restrooms and classrooms were demolished. Sometimes there were “riots.” I would go into the auto-body shop and lock myself in a car that was being prepared for painting. The windows were covered so no one could see in or out.One day, I wanted to see a movie that was playing in a theater in a black neighborhood. It was the neighborhood my parents had grown up in but had become predominately black. I sat down and waited for the film to begin. A black boy walking up the aisle punched me in the face.I once had a job in this black neighborhood. When I had to walk, I was threatened and had garbage thrown at me. Once, I tried to sneak to work by walking along some obscure railroad tracks. I was confronted by a black man who pointed a gun at me and told me to give him my money. I turned and ran as fast as I could and he didn’t fire at me…Later, the neighborhood I lived in which was once predominately white (old immigrants from southern and eastern Europe who had moved from the now black neighborhood I mentioned) also became predominately black. One day, a black woman followed the 80 year old Polish woman who lived across the street from us home from the bank, pushed her way into her house, beat her with a lamp and then stabbed her 51 times. She was caught trying to cash one of the old woman’s checks. My Mother found the neighbor’s body.I have many stories but the above should suffice.”
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From Kevin Brown:
I’ve spent a lot of time in Finland. They don’t have ticketing to enter metro in Helsinki or ride suburban trains. Every so often, maybe every ten rides or something, I see a controller come through and check everyone’s ticket. They do the same on the metro.
I’ve never seen a controller check a Black person’s ticket or a Gypsy’s ticket – they just walk right past them and check the next person’s ticket. And I’ve never seen a Black or Gypsy person in Helsinki pay a fare on the metro – it’s obvious because you have to put your ticket or card on top of the gateless turnstyle, or you can just walk through. You can’t tell if someone pays or not on the trains.
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Former Professor
I grew up in a poor family. We moved a lot. We moved to different parts of the same city/county. In the 7th grade, I attended school at a mostly black junior high school. I was bullied quite regularly at this school. PE was the worst. Our PE teacher was a black coach who mostly focused on the kids who played basketball. During PE, they ran drills. The rest of us walked around the gym for a little while and then we were free to work on homework, or whatever. This was before cell phones were in everyone’s hands. There were a group of girls who bullied me every day. There were times that they literally had me on the floor holding me down. On more than one occasion, they did this and literally drug me across the floor by my feet. The teacher witnessed all of this. He saw me with tears in my eyes and bruises. He laughed and said that we needed to quit playing so rough. I was absolutely miserable at this school. The bullying continued until my older sister got into a fight in the cafeteria. All of my PE class saw the fight. My 5 foot tall sister who probably weighed less than 100 pounds had fought a girl who had a good 6 inches and 100 pounds more than my sister. The bigger girl lost miserably. She had 2 black eyes and scratches like you wouldn’t believe. My sister even threw and landed a punch at the assistant principal who was attempting to pull my sister off the other girl. The chatter around the cafeteria was about the big girl who got her a** beat by that little girl. They all knew that she was my sister. The bullying finally stopped with zero help from the school administrators. We did move out of that school zone; and, I attended 2 more junior high schools before landing in the school zone where I completed high school. I had put all of this behind me. And, when I was in high school, all of this resurfaced for a little while. I was bullied more at this school but it was about the lack of wealth in my family and not the color of my skin. I did decide to go talk to the school guidance counselor about how to deal with this. I was horrified when I first met her. There was a family photo on her desk. Her husband was the PE teacher from the junior high where I was bullied and humiliated. I quickly decided that I was going to just have to find my own way of dealing with the cruelty of others.
In a follow-up comment Beth elaborates:
Did they specifically say “we are bullying you because you are white?” The answer is no. But, I frequently heard “let’s get that honky bitc*. I was referred to as cracker, whitey and several others. Every word they said to me or about me was a reference to my being white, or not black. They even made the statements to the coach. He laughed it off.
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Answered by Andrea Nicole Williams
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Have you heard of a little Supreme Court Case called Swann vs the Board of Education of Charlotte Mecklenburg. The one that brought about forced busing to desegregate the schools. Well that was the public school system I attended. My jr high years (early 1980’s) I was bussed from my lily white neighborhood to the black part of the city. All my bullies here were black (both genders). The principal was a black male. Once incident in particular I tried to stand up to one of my male bullies with an aluminum baseball bat because this happened during physical education class. The black females loved picking up small pebbles and throwing them at me. I was sent to alternative school where I was the only white female in a black male classroom. Principal at the alternate school black male. I was in therapy for this. The therapist was a white female. My mom found my psych eval from then when I was 45. I could read between the lines and tell that the therapist would gloat when I would take responsibility for the bullying directed towards me.
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Answered by David Caines
How have you been discriminated against for being white?
Yes, in the Army for one, they had a project that put Blacks above Whites for promotions. Then again in Philadelphia….I had a few places refuse to hire me because “They couldn’t Insure my safety” because I was white . Then again down south, I couldn’t get a management position because they were only promoting blacks. There are more, but those will do for now.
Answered byNancy
Why do black Americans seem to hate White people so much?
I am not sure WHY????
HOWEVER I do have a story that proves that very fact.
First I am female white and 65 yrsts old. I was in a Walmart store using the self check out when a black woman in her thirties came up behind me. Keep inind there were other self check out lanes with no one in using them. I was checking out my groceries when this clearly agitated black woman says to me “hurry up you stupid old white bitch” I was shocked I then politely told her that there were other lanes available and she just grew more agitated and told me if I wanted to use one of the other lanes “you stupid old witch bitch” I would use one I want to use this one. I tried to hurry as I just wanted to get sway fr this woman. By the time I was finished I was in tears! I had dine ABSOLUTELY nothing for her to speak to me in such a manner. When I was finished she ONCE AGAIN called me a “stupid old white bitch”.
I was so upset that when I got home i called the store manager and told him what happened. I am not sure what I expected him to do I just needed to vent. He was very apologetic about what happened and sent me a gift card. I NEVER SHOPPED IN THAT PARTICULAR WALMART STORE AGAIN!!!! Which is really sad as it is the one closet to where I live.
I would NEVER talk to someone like that black or white. That eas one of the most upsetting things that has EVER happened to me!!!!
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Answered by We Fell in Love in October
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
Yes. In fact it wasn’t just a person, it was a whole group.
When I first started at this one secondary school I was having a great time. I use to hang out with my best friend who I cared about a lot (who was black) and she cared a lot about me too. Well one week I wasn’t in school because I had a terrible cold and while I was gone she was hanging out with these two really popular black girls. I don’t mind this because she was lonely and wanted someone to hang out with when I wasn’t there. When I came back to school we were still best friends but they would hang out with us all the time. They hated me, and I know why now but I didn’t know at the time. Well one of the girls has this sort of boyfriend and he came up to me and said I was white trash and told everyone that I said the ‘n word’ when I did not. Everyone black in my year knew ,which was ALOT of kids. I’d be walking around and ppl would shout at me and it use to scare me because I’m a rlly shy person.Anyway then girls had enough of me and started screaming at me in front of everyone and said Stuff like ‘we are prettier then you because we have black skin you are stuck with ugly white skin haha’ and that it seemed like I didn’t want no friends. Anyway, my ‘best friend’ did absolutely nothing to help me and just stood there smiling. I ran outside and they ran after me and screamed at me some more about how I’m a stupid white girl and they hate me and that nobody will ever want to be friends with me. I went in the toilet and cried and got out to go to maths. Turns out that we had a new seating plan and I had to sit next to one of the girls. She made a huge deal out of it, saying overly loud that she’s not sitting next to that racist white girl. On their online group chat they told everyone on it that they should hate me, and they did. While I was in choir their friends were looking for me, looking to fight me. Of course my mum went crazy at the school thought the school says that they don’t believe that I didn’t say the n word and that I wasn’t racist. I went back in school and this other black girl started bullying me and saying that I was bitchy when I was just doing PE. Trading dropped out and moved to another school and I haven’t had another problem since.
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What countries will you never visit again?
As a merchant seaman, I’ve visited so many countries I’ve lost count. The only one I would not go back to is Jamaica. It’s painted out as a paradise island, where the locals greet you with a big smile and friendly greeting.
Maybe in the tourist enclaves, which are practically walled in with armed guards.
The rest of the island is an absolute dump, figuratively and literally. It’s quite possibly the most racist and crime ridden place I’ve ever been.
The locals did greet us, with bottles and bricks thrown at us, and shouts of “Go home white man”, but they didn’t exactly use those words, but something a bit more colourful. (No pun intended).
In my opinion it’s a horrible place and I wouldn’t pay a penny to go back.
Answered by Robert Zeller
Have you ever faced workplace discrimination from Blacks?
Absolutely, I used to work security in areas where I was always a minority, and often the only white person I might see in a day. The racism was unrelenting. Just open racial slurs, insults, threats, and the like.
I once heard a discussion by tenets in the courtyard of an apartment building in the middle of the night discussing a religious topic of “Does God call upon us to hate white people?” with some for and some against. I told them they could discuss whatever they liked as long as they didn’t disturb their neighbors by getting too noisy. I also told them that “I have it on good authority that God loves white people” (someone did put in a complaint that I had made that “racist” remark, not that the management cared at all, nor did I).
I started guarding a joint venture between a state college and the county government, and a black lady that worked there was apparently extremely anti-white and was angry about white security personnel being hired. I usually good along well with people without regard to race, and figured I could get on her better side. Other government staff had warned me that she was like this though and to be careful. No such luck.. she constantly put in bogus complaints, tried to stop me from doing my job, and raised hell generally. The county finally didn’t renew our contract to end the dispute, as they weren’t willing to push the issue of a racist black employee with her employer, a large state college system.
If you’re white and you ever find yourself in black areas for any amount of time, you will see a casual racism that would never be tolerated in the reverse. People will casually make racist comments, intentionally or unintentionally offensive, and it just isn’t seen as controversial.
Additionally, if you ever try to enforce any policy against black people, you will be called racist, the bullshit victim role playing will come out, and people will cry racism and discrimination while yelling racial slurs and insults at you. It is comically retarded, but an everyday experience.
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Answered by Chris Lawrence
Can a black person be racist toward white people?
Truth is i have seen them spew more racism than anyone else first hand. I’ve even seen the darker colored once’s stick it to the lighter skinned ones. And I mean really lay it into them. The funny part is is that that is with “African Americans”. Actual Africans. I’ve known and I have actually known more than a few don’t think that much of them. One place I worked one actually filed an EO complaint on one and won. I’ve even been discriminated against by a state worker when I was applying for food stamps after I got out of the Army. Then when she flat out denied me those benefits even though I more than qualified, she called me names, joked about and humiliated me to the point where this African American couple that was next to me and a few more in the area filed a grievance against her. She quietly got moved to another department in DSHS and unluckily for my mother became her boss… My mother having worked for the state for years not only had to file one but knew who to talk to and where to go to make it stick. So yes! Very much so. Not all for sure but some are that way.
Answered by Edward Penland
I don’t know anything about white privilege. I know alot about white expectation. All the privilege and benefits in this country are reserved for minorities, women, and non-citizens. I was a homeless navy vet in need of serious help to get back on my feet and I couldn’t even get food stamps.
I served this country and you know what I was told when I ask for help when I needed it the most?
I was told I was a healthy white male, they would not help me. And no, I am not exaggerating or putting words in that social worker’s mouth. They literally told me that if I were a woman or a minority I could basically get any help I wanted but because I was a healthy white male I was expected to be able to do it all on my own.
There is no such thing as white privilege, not that I have experienced anyway. Just white expectations. And whether I like it or not, it ended up working to my benefit. I used my GI Bill, which I earned, to go back to school and pull myself back up and off the street. Maybe if we had expectations for people instead of just giving them hand outs everyone could have a chance to actually improve their lives and situations rather than being stuck on welfare and food stamps barely getting by.
And before I’m called insensitive or whatever, I do understand that some people actually need the help, I was one of them, and people deserve help when they need it. But everyone needs help sometimes, not just minorities.
I have always been a firm believer that people will rise to whatever expectations you put on them. No matter how high or how low. Time to expect things from people rather than just judging them by the color of their skin. And time to stop allowing your skin color and preconceived stereotype to define who you are “suppose” to be.
Ok rant over, I’ll come down off my soapbox now.
Can a black person be racist toward white people?
Truth is i have seen them spew more racism than anyone else first hand. I’ve even seen the darker colored once’s stick it to the lighter skinned ones. And I mean really lay it into them. The funny part is is that that is with “African Americans”. Actual Africans. I’ve known and I have actually known more than a few don’t think that much of them. One place I worked one actually filed an EO complaint on one and won. I’ve even been discriminated against by a state worker when I was applying for food stamps after I got out of the Army. Then when she flat out denied me those benefits even though I more than qualified, she called me names, joked about and humiliated me to the point where this African American couple that was next to me and a few more in the area filed a grievance against her. She quietly got moved to another department in DSHS and unluckily for my mother became her boss… My mother having worked for the state for years not only had to file one but knew who to talk to and where to go to make it stick. So yes! Very much so. Not all for sure but some are that way.
You should actually try considering the fact that you’re not the only one who faced hardships. I know it’s a radical idea, but it’s true. Others face hardships too. When someone says no to me, I don’t automatically assume it’s because of my skin color, maybe it’s because I don’t qualify. Because the laws in this country are set up so that minorities could get rich if their skin color is a factor. Ever think about that? Didn’t think so. I have still not heard of one single right or freedom that a white person has that a minority doesn’t. I can think of several that minorities have that white people don’t. I can tell you this though. I’m disabled, when I was going through an 8 year struggle to get disability. I could not get hired by anybody because of the way I hobbled into the interview because of my injury, so I had no income for 8 years. I asked if I could get some assistance and was told no, because I’m white and have no child. If I was a single childless woman or black man I could get assistance, but because I’m single and white, I get nothing. Where was that privilege? 8 years waiting for a hearing without any income whatsoever, barely able to walk, and I got zero assistance because I’m a white man. I didn’t just think it was because of my skin color, I was straight up told that it was because I am white. I’m not bitter, or angry at black people because of it. Black people had nothing to do with this policy. The government did. I don’t cry that all black people are to blame for something that has nothing to do with them. I endured and waited, in lots of pain. Things got better 8 years later. I’m still in pain and about to go homeless again because disability doesn’t pay enough to live in a house in this economy, but I still don’t blame others for my misfortune, well maybe Bidens economics. But I would desperately like to know where my so called “privilege” is. I sure could use some.
Did you face racism during high school for being white?
Absolutely, I went to a black majority school, and experienced racism several times a day, everyday. Not just by most of the students, but by most of the teachers. One day I was in my history class, with the most racist teacher, I was the only white kid, and that teacher and another teacher were having a private discussion with some of the students about shooting white people. I hid behind my book, but I saw people looking at me. I have many such stories. There was a black guy in that class who tried to defend me.The history teacher only taught black history, slavery, riot videos, and he stood up and said “this is not an African American history class!” Her: “I thought African American history was American history” Him: “ theres a difference!”
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From Amren’s ongoing first-person accounts:
What I Learned in Integrated Schools
Anonymous American, American Renaissance, January 7, 2024
I was not raised to see race. My mother was very proud of the fact that her class was the first integrated class at her high school. In fact she’d be very disappointed in how I view things now. She wouldn’t be lying if she protested that she didn’t raise me that way.
It was easy not to be the way I am now when I was attending an all-white private school or a majority-white school up north. Public school back home down south was a much more eye-opening experience.
I had my first black teacher in fifth grade. She was a math teacher, and I failed her class for the first half of the year. I had never failed any class before. I was an A/B honor-roll student and one of the smartest in the school. I failed for small things like not showing my work or having answers marked wrong because she claimed they were illegible. That sort of thing. I had to take tutoring in math, which sent me into a panic attack because my grades were very important to me.
It wasn’t until middle school, when I started getting bullied for specifically being white, that I started to become aware of racial differences. Once, a girl shoved me down in the hallway and said “Move, white bitch!” After a black boy threatened to shoot me and the school did nothing, I had to switch schools. I went to a private school for a year and later was homeschooled.
I went to public high school for only a single year. During that time, someone burned down the band room. There were rumors of gang members hiding guns in the burned room. Some white kids who had become aware started a gang they called the redneck nation. How some people make it out of public high schools without becoming aware is a real mystery to me. Maybe it’s just because I went to majority-non-white public schools for most of my life.
You learn to cope. You learn to adapt, but you don’t ever forget. It’s always there in the back of your mind. Always on high alert, you read everything into every interaction when you are aware. Because once, you allowed yourself to forget for just a moment and got burned.
Can you share anti-white racism you have experienced?
I face racism on a daily basis.
It was the first period. I was sitting on the third last bench quietly and was waiting for the teacher to come. But then for some reason the class was canceled and it was an off period. Some black students came up to me and started calling names and slurs out of nowhere.
One of the girls said —“ Why are you still alive? Don’t you know this is not the 90’s anymore? You think you’re the superior just because of your skin f*****g b***h? I can tear your a** up without getting into any trouble. You’re nothing. I am disgusted by crack**s like you. I think all whites should go 🗡 themselves. Especially N*zis like you. We know what you upto. You wanna fight? C’mon show me whatchu got”. I was a bit confused at first because I didn’t know what they were talking about. I asked that girl politely to back off and leave me alone. But instead she grabbed my hair which made me fall off my chair. I was not able to process what was about to happen. But I didn’t back up. I smashed her head over the wall several times which resulted in severe bleeding through her head. She was hospitalized. The police showed up after a short time but my parents convinced that girl’s parents to take back the case and instead insisted to put me on the psychiatric hospital. I spent 6 months over there. Well that’s another story.
So my point is I defended myself. Call me a “Racist”. Hate me. Throw slurs at me. I don’t give a dime at this point.
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Watch the talking heads describe this attack as “a mystery,” “having no reason,” “ random…” Anything but the obvious: The girl was attacked because she’s White. Watch her describe it:
LITTLE GIRL SPEAKS: Woman Slams 10-Year-Old Girl’s Head into Display, Released on Personal Bond “I don’t know why, i mean i didn’t do anything to her…” At Somerset Mall in Troy, The suspect, 25-year-old Reanna Valentine from Detroit, allegedly assaulted a 10-year-old girl while waiting at the Mrs. Fields cookie shop last week Surveillance video reviewed by Troy police reportedly showed that Valentine “forcefully” grabbed the little girl’s head and slammed it into the display case. The child, reported that the suspect laughed and smiled at her afterward “That person kind of started laughing like it was a big joke, and then made their way through the mall,” said Troy Police Captain Josh Jones Valentine, charged with misdemeanor assault and battery, was released on a $25,000 personal bond with electronic tether monitoring. Her next court appearance is scheduled for January 30 before Judge Maureen McGinnis READ MORE ON OUR WEBSITE TO SUPPORT OUR WORK: https://hdmediainsight.com/2024/01/19/woman-slams-10-year-old-girls-head-into-display-released-on-personal-bond/
Did you face racism during high school for being white?
Yes. In fact on two fronts for me. I have black family and so living in a house with white supremacists meant I got beat because my mom dated black men, black kids beat me up for being white. I couldn’t walk down the street without hearing keep your head down and don’t even look over here. They cut in line, bullied white kids and even had what they called snowman parties where they hunted down elderly white people beat them to death and gave out a point systems for the most creative way to murder a white person.
How many ways are white people discriminated against?
A lot these days.
Let’s start off by saying something about me.
I’m a white adult male. I’m single, and work. (More about work shortly)
I used o be married, I was divorced and (I know this isn’t about being white here but its still discrimination) I lost my home to my now ex-wife. I bought the house before I knew her. It was in my name, I bought it outright. In the divorce, the courts GAVE her the house. She contributed 0% towards it in any way shape or form, she’s obviously female, so divorce courts mostly favour the woman. Nice right?
So, now I’m homeless. I have to register with the local council (I’m in the u.k) to find a property thats reasonably priced to rent. Because I now can’t afford to buy somewhere because the divorce made me broke. Within the application process you have to give all your details. Everything. Circumstances, job, finances etc. Then you are able to “bid” on places that are available. Only, certain places are available to me because there are 5 levels of need. I come into the 4th level (1 being top priority 5 being who the hell cares) from a FOI request, I wanted to find out why, as a homeless working person I was so far down on the list.
5, no need for real help can stay in the situation they are in
4, white single working male low needs flat/apartment/bedsit only
3, International resident I.e studying or wit work visa eligible for 2 bedroom property or less
2, non white, non English speaking persons needing housing urgently
1, female white or ethnic minority prioritised immediate housing to be offered house 2 bedrooms or more
(Please note these are shortened as they do go into depth a lot more but these are the overview)
So, I was effectively homeless for 2 years before I finally got offered a place. I slept in cars, sofas, doorways etc because being a white single male is less of a priority to house than that of an ethnic minority.
In recent weeks, my (very complicated set of affairs) contract was coming to an end at work (I work for the local council) and there are 16 people applying for 8 positions for full time work, the rest are then rendered unemployed. Out of the 16 people 6 are black males, one black female, one white female and the rest are white males. None of the white males (including myself) were employed. Why? We asked the union representative. And the response that came back was “ we need more diversity in our workforce, unfortunately Mr.x did not fit the criteria and was therefore excluded thus the contract for Mr.x is hereby terminated effectively on the 31st March 2021”
Yes, legal proceedings are being set but I’m doubtful anything will change as I’ll no longer be working in just over a week just because I’m white.
Shielding from corona virus from work. Full pay is offered to ethnic minority for time off Shielding. I look after my mum and should have been able to shield, but I was only allowed to take 1 week annual leave. Any more than that would be unpaid.
So, for me, it would benefit me greatly to be black because in todays society the silent racism and discrimination towards white males is a very real and unspoken thing. There are laws in place but because being a white male isn’t part of any protected characteristic I’m not much able to do anything about it or even be taken seriously because how can a white male be victim to race and discrimination? Allegedly we can’t.
I put money on it! I got stopped while walking home from culinary school in Pittsburgh because the cops said”I looked suspicious because I was white in a black neighborhood”. My attorney is the one that told me they said that. I ended up moving back to shitty Ohio soon after that because I was done with school but I went to court 3 different times driving from Ohio to Pennsylvania just to have the case continued every time so to this day I have a warrant in Pittsburgh because I thought it was retarded that they kept continuing a case my attorney said she was gonna have thrown out for the cops admitting they stopped me while walking because I was white! So I’m willing to put money on the fact a black man or woman would be way better off in a white neighborhood than the other way around.
Did you face racism during high school for being white?
Yup one time comes to mind although there are plenty. A black kid who was in the bloods had picked the pocket of my friend we were in the courtyard behind the school and I saw him do it so I confronted him and before I knew it I was surrounded by at least 10 others so me and Dustin went back to back & decided that we were going to have to fight our way through them and amazingly a black kid I was cool with saw what was happening (he was also in a gang that a couple of my other friends were in) he ran up & & helped the 2 white kids fight 10 black kids needless to say we won the day. I know most ppl don’t understand the gang thing and looking back it is so stupid to me now but growing up in a city were whites are the minority I’m glad that I knew the ppl that I did but at this current time it has all changed & whites are hated by every other race for what I don’t know but I do know we are stronger together with we are divided so if u hate whites or blacks don’t base it on one situation because there’s bad no matter what race they are & there’s good no matter what race they are.
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Two White managers got fired from their job after Pakistani and Indian staff filed fake complaints against them. Their jobs were given to two Asians He describes them as “vicious, corrupt and extremely racist in the workplace”.
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From a comment on an MSN news story about Miami spring break:
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From a comment, by Renaissance Horizon, on the tweet below:
On New Year’s Eve 2008 I saw a hulking Black security guard savagely attack a White guy half his size for no reason at a bar.
The innocent victim called police. When they arrived, the thug lied and said “he called me n****r.”
The cops refused to do anything. Free Pass.
Has a black person bullied you for being white?
in school idk for sure if it was because I was white or not. There were few other white kids that went to the same school , we didn’t know each other or share any classes . I was shy , and timid . That’s an easy target for anyone . I never woke up for being knocked out remembering anything being said about being white . But later in life I got involved with drugs and was arrested and sentenced to 5 years in Texas prison for possession. Never been to jail before . Never did anything wrong. Except put something in my body that other people decided I’m not allowed to . Anyways , I went to county jail for 30 days waiting on the prison to pick me up . I went in late and slept . First chow I all I heard was “ho ass white boy “and took a tray to head . Then a bunch of feet . My celly was black dude and helped me get myself together (and a few times threw hands with me when it was more than one).he wrapped a shirt around my head that had turned red . The guards came in slammed me down , cuffed me and took me to a court hearing where I was charged with fighting with unknown inmate put in admin seg then the next morning the nurse gave me 12 stitches and a non aspirin . After 8 days they put me back in the same pod . When I got to prison there was 5 whites in my 60 man dorm and they hated there pale white skin .
I had black friends , but that was solo . Not in packs . I didn’t act like I knew em if the where with other blacks . The guards where black , the inmates where black , the administrators where black . They all hated my skin . They all hurt me in some way . Physically, mentally, with held food , with held toilets ,…. Bla bla bla . So to answer the question, the short version is “yes.“
Did you face racism during high school for being white?
High school, no. Middle school, yes, and from a teacher no less.
At the middle school I went to, there were two black teachers who were sisters. I only had one of them, the one who taught art. The other one taught math. Or rather, they “taught”. Nothing was ever actually taught in those classes. For art it mostly didn’t matter because it’s art, but in math that’s a big deal. Her students were measurably worse than those who had the other math teachers in the school, and math teachers at the high school could pick out which teachers had her within the first week. Even for the one who taught art, the other art teacher started class with “I understand you learned nothing about art last year because your previous teacher doesn’t know anything about art”. They certainly went balls to the wall for black history month though.
The district actually tried to fire them, despite their tenure, because their performance as teachers and their behavior at work was so abysmal that the principal had little choice. Despite the principal also being black, and the principal’s brother being the other black teacher at the school, the courts ruled that firing them was discriminatory and they had to be re-hired.
I always thought they were just mean. Most of the class was white, so they were just mean across the board. They didn’t use racial slurs against the white students, but they were openly hostile and aggressive towards us. I didn’t realize it was racism until after when I complained to my black friend about the one I had. He then told me that she was really nice to him, and that she’s actually just racist. When the kids started comparing notes on the sisters, we realized that was the case — all the white kids despised them because they were hostile to us, but the few black kids loved them because they were kind to them.
Why do white people deny that white privilege exists
Let me tell you how the other night, a “person of color” pointed a gun at my entire family – my husband, myself, our 3 kids 8,9,11 and my brand new 4 month old baby. That white privilege didn’t kick in though. Despite having a literal video, a license plate, witnesses – the cops have done nothing. The detective told us they see things like this all of the time with these thugs and he’d “get to it when he gets to it. But the DA might not even prosecute”.
I was shocked, considering our white friend brandished his firearm in self defense a while back, despite legally having the right to – he was ripped out of his house and had his firearm taken from him “while they investigated”
I, like the idiot I must be, assumed they would certainly go grab this animal that threatened to kill my family, immediately. Considering he was not provoked nor threatened in any way. I now have seen firsthand the privilege cops and district attorneys are giving persons of color. All to avoid having to deal with the criminals that support BLM and risk the bad press and losing a vote in my liberal shit hole state.
Older whites: Did you face any racism from blacks during the 1950s?
Going to grammar school was hell as well as walking to get to school. We had to cross a couple of railroad tracks to get to school.sometimes there would be gangs of blacks trying to take lunch money,if you we’re lucky enough to have it.if not it was fight to get by hard to whip that many. Almost a every day thing.3of us went fishing one day we were around 10 yrs old 6 blacks around 16–18 years old jumped us beat the crap out of us.if it wasn’t for an older black gentleman who was fishing there they may have killed us.this was back In the 50’s this sort of thing happened a lot.
Which Christian denomination is the most brainwashing to being anti-white?
muslims even hate white muslims. i saw them steal a white Muslims Ramadhan food every day for a week. in prison . this was a full time real muslim from the middle east. they didnt care their brother was starving. probably the only muslim in there that was a muslim out here. they have no loyalty what so ever.they also promote womenizing and think its ok to beat their wife for disobedience so white women you will be cheated on and beat if you complain. dont cry to me. you aint with us after that!
I voted for you. Kamala you were my choice for President. I have never been more ashamed to be an American than I am today.
You have not stood for women or against rape as a weapon of war. You allow teachers like this to teach rape is resistance & murdering civil is justified. You allow them to teach hate & racism so that ALL who died for Civil Rights died in VAIN!
I actually used to believe in the power of good over evil. I believed in America, I believed America would never submit to evil.
I was WRONG.
Evil drip drip drips. You have allowed evil into our schools & country.
When my daughter came home in 2013 to tell me the teacher was teaching that white people were evil & the root of all problems with the world- I said that’s racist. She said the teacher said you can’t be racist against white people.
I knew that wasn’t true but she begged me not to go to the school saying it would cause more problems.
I told her to remind them she’s not white but Asian & Native American.
How disgusting that for her safety I had to do that. I thought it was just one teacher.
Now I know you’ve been teaching children decolonization & Oppressed Vs Oppressor & that all Oppressors are White & the Oppressed are Black & Brown people.
To teach hate is evil- it should be a crime.
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From American Renaissance’s ongoing First-Person Account series:
This is part of our continuing series of accounts by readers of how they shed the illusions of liberalism and became race realists. A version of this essay originally appeared on Substack.
We’d recently moved from a small community in the eastern Colorado plains to a bigger city, and it was a shock to the senses. My first encounter with racial hate as a white girl happened when I got attacked after school one afternoon by a black boy.
He followed me off the school grounds, stopped me, grabbed me by the collar of whatever I wore that day (this was way before school uniforms were implemented), and he slapped me with an open hand, hard enough that I stumbled back. I guess because I didn’t fall down or cry, that enraged him. He kicked me in the stomach, and then I fell to the ground, but I didn’t cry. I wasn’t hurt, I was confused as I could not figure out what I did to incite such actions. Thinking back to that event now, I think I was scared a little, as he stomped a threatening foot at me and screamed words I’d never heard. Now, I know those words were racial slurs.
A man who knew my dad came out of his house and chased the black kid and his “friends” away. That was the day I heard that unspeakable word shouted by that man as the black kids ran away. The man took me home and told my dad what he had witnessed. The way my dad looked at me, I thought I was in trouble, but I was not. I had just been naïve and unprepared.
After dinner that night, my dad took me out into the garage and told me to keep my distance from the unspeakable word people. “They are trouble, always have, always will be, and you cannot go wrong by keeping your distance from them.” That was also the night my dad showed me how to defend myself, to fight back, not only from the unspeakable word people, but from anyone who tried to beat on me.
A couple of days later, the situation happened again. Only this time, when that same unspeakable word person attacked me, I defended myself like my dad showed me. I blocked his slap, then hit him hard enough in the face that I busted his lip open and knocked him down. He got up and, along with the bunch with him, ran away. I never had a problem with that kid or his groupies again. A few days later, our teacher told the class that he and those with him had died in Five Points. I don’t remember how they died, just that they were gone. I remember feeling relief at that announcement.
Five Points was a dangerous area of the city that today would be called the hood. A non-black person entering it, unaware of the danger, might not come out alive. It seems every city has such areas, and they are growing. Some are now referred to as “no go zones.”
In the military, I encountered more unspeakable word people, and the black males pestered me, asking me to go on dates. My answer was always the same: No. Even in the military, I was called all kinds of explicit racial slurs, but by then I better understood the dangers presented by the unspeakable word people and kept my distance.
Throughout my life, I have continued to follow my dad’s advice and have kept my distance. Even now, decades later, I stay away from them as best I can. When I cannot keep them at a distance, I am very aware of the danger they pose to my personal safety. Yet, as I watch events in cities across America, as a spectator, I feel there will come a time when staying away may not be possible, as the unspeakable word people and their hate continue to infest every corner of common spaces…
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post. I’ll remind visitors that when the victim expresses an opinion about the race of the perpetrator, I usually leave it; this helps us understand how such experiences shape attitudes:
I had a very similar situation happen in Seattle, over in the Central District. Went into a black owned establishment and was completely ignored while others came and went. Blacks are the most racist people in America.
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Got out of the Army 1973, applied for a job in Jackson Ms. at the post office, Police Dept. and Fire Dept. 1 black guy and 2 White boss’s, each said “I can’t hire you even though you’re qualified because you’re White!! is this the White privilege they speak of ??
Being a white person, have you ever personally experienced a racist rant aimed at you?
As a white kid in a black neighborhood I was frequently chased down and beaten up by groups of black kids for being white. Black adults would gather around and laugh and cheer them on.
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A comment I’m promoting to its own post (edited for spelling, grammar and formatting):
That’s pretty much how it goes unfortunately. I’m a white guy who has lived in a predominantly black neighborhood/city for the last 6 years. I always say to my white friends that “If you’re white and get into a fight in a black community you don’t and CAN’T win”. This is because it’s either you get beat up OR you win/winning the fight but you get jumped. None of them want to watch their friend get beat up by a white dude and especially not in the hood so they’ll jump on him.
As for the main question, I’ve definitely had or witnessed a few examples of racism or a racist rant. One time as I was smoking a cigarette outside of the building I was at, I overheard a group of mostly black dudes and girls, including a Hispanic, talking about how they can’t stand white people and how privileged and how easy we have it in America.
One of them even outright admitted “Yeah, I’m definitely racist. IDGAF though because I just love my people.” Another one, who was actually the Hispanic, said one of the most racist things I’ve ever heard said in public. I’m paraphrasing but he said: “Yeah, now all the white people in Europe are bi*****g about how migrants from the Middle East and Africa are flooding into their countries. GOOD. F**K them. they all killed and ra**d our women around the whole world so now let their women get ra**d.” What he said was so deranged that even some in the group reacted in surprise.
A hand full of times as I was walking, people would drive by and shout racial slurs at me. One time though they pulled up a bit slow, rolled down the passenger window and tossed a half full large Wendy’s cup of soda at me that soaked my jeans.
Another time I was waiting in line at a food pantry which I used to go to periodically when i first moved into my apartment and was short on food. I showed up early so I was first on line. More and more people began showing up. As I was later I began chatting with the elderly people begind me on line. We ended up discussing how sometimes their are dirt bags who blatantly cut the line and not even caring that the people their cutting had been waiting there for a good while just for someone to come out of nowhere and cut them a few minutes before the pantry began handing food out. These 2 elderly were also handicapped and carried a walker that also served as a little seat. I told them and some of the other people online to tell me if someone cuts them and I’ll call them out. Sure enough right when the pantry was about to start the elderly behind me tappef me on the shoulder and I saw that some loser who was obviously high on crack had cut them and was directly behind me. I called her out. I told her that she just cut the entire line and that she has to go to the back. She decided to take this pretend as_ though I was a white racist telling a black woman to “go to the back of the bus”. and then began repeatedly calling me “cracker”. This pissed me off so I called her a sc**b** for cutting 2 handicapped elderly people AND told her that if she was a man that I’d “fix her mouth”.I was talking to this couple who were both pleasant and since they both knew alot about history, especially the girl, so .we had a good conversation about that.
Eventually I was talking about European history, which I’m a huge nerd of due to being of European descent, and I began explaining how my last name has French origin. In reply she stated how actually it “had” to have come from Haiti. Confused I asked her what she meant. She began explaining how my last name HAD to have come from Haiti because basically the French language and culture DIDN’T come from Europe like mainstream media says.. but that French heritage ACTUALLY comes from the Island of Haiti. Now, I have come across many Afrocentrist weirdos on the Internet and occasionally in person so I already knew where this was going. She further went on to claim that the black people of Haiti that we know today are ACTUALLY the indegenous people of America. That black people are the true natives of the Americas and how us white people TRICKED the world into believing that Europeans brought black people to America from Africa when It was really the “Native Americans” (The ones we call Native Americans today” who were actually brought over from Africa in order to replace that native black population to cover up the truth that black people were the indegenous people of Amca. Anyways, right up until that point we had been having a good long conversation. But that is where I did a 180 and I change the entire mood of then conversation. The reason I did this wasn’t only because I don’t like these culture appropriating lunatics and also cause they were trying to manipulate my ancestors history.. but hecause I grew up having a DEEP, deep respect and admiration for the Native American people because my mom was so fascinated with them also. This also bothers me so much because the Native American people have ALREADY had almost everything taken from them.. now they have to deal with people who are trying to steal their culture and outright deny their very existence!?? Anyway, it got to the point where the girl became unhinged and deranged. She was calling me endless racial slurs and had to be physically blocked from attemlting to assault me. It didn’t help that I was laughing and calling her a wannabe, an appropriator and a cultural colonizer (lol).. but these people are sick and deranged and deserve to be relentlessly mocked and laughed at.
I’ve had and seen a bunch of other examples but consist mostly of anti-white racist slurs.Imo, when it comes racism, being white in a black neighborhood is 100% worse then being black in a white neighborhood.
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Answered by David Ray
Can a black person be racist toward white people?
Yes of course. I’ve been called a “white cunt” by some Asian men who chased after me and my friends with baseball bats because we had the audacity to walk down Brick lane in east London, which is an overwhelmingly Bangladeshi and Pakistani area. So yes racism against white people does indeed exist.
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White Quorans: Were you bullied by nonwhite kids in school?
One time I sat in the back of the school bus, and a girl started poking me in the face with a pencil, and told me to get my white ass up in the front where the whites belong. The entire group started yelling the same thing, one was very young. The girl told the black bus driver I called her a n*****, which wasn’t true, but he believed her. He wouldn’t let me off the bus until I apologized to her. The second I stepped off, I said I didn’t say that, and he slammed the door in my face. My grandma reported it to the school, but nothing was done.
There was another time my teacher and another teacher were talking casually with the students about shooting white people back in the 60s. I was the only white kid in class, and I hid behind my book, but noticed the stares in my direction. The school painted everyone black on their morals, you could see some were once white through the chipping paint. The history teacher played riot video all day, every day, for months. On my first day in class, you filled out a card with your name, birthday…and your race.
My gym teacher told the black students they were more athletic because black people had an extra muscle in their calves. The history teacher wanted to celebrate Quanza. The choir teacher told me she didn’t want me to quit because there wasn’t enough white girls. I was told when sitting with a black group to go and sit with my own kind (the few other white people) I dropped a pencil and it rolled under some guys desk, I asked if he could hand it to me, and he yelled “you think I’m your slave and your my master…!” When we dissected pigs, I chose the only black pig -because it was unique- and I was told it was racist, so the teacher had to take it away. Of course, people only addressed me as white girl or cracker, never by my name. Their world revolved around race and racism.
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From American Renaissance’s ongoing first-person accounts series:
… My last month there was the dealbreaker. One day, I had gotten home from work in the early evening. Although I had a small yard for my dogs to relieve themselves, I would walk them twice daily. That night started out no differently from any other evening walk.
Staying on the side of the road where my duplex was, I walked toward the park. My dogs did their business, and we turned around to go home. I made it halfway up the street only to realize that there was a group of maybe five kids who were on the opposite side of the street. They were walking parallel to me and keeping the same speed I was.
When I was about four houses away from my home, they crossed the street. Within seconds they had formed a circle around me. It was five young men, with one or two not much older than 12 or 13 years of age.
I had pepper spray in my pocket and an alarm key chain. My dogs were large, but super friendly and both were aging. I don’t think I had ever been in such a highly alert state.
“It’s the white b*tch with the white dogs,” one of them said, taunting me. Another one said something unintelligible, but I was certain I was going to get attacked. My Labrador mix let out a low growl and one of the kids tried to kick my other dog, who lunged toward him.
Unable to fully twist the top of my spray, I managed to think fast and threw a bag of fresh dog excrement toward one of the boys. It hit him squarely on his jaw! I yelled “Back off!” at the top of my lungs, and the little circle they had formed started to disband. I held onto both my dogs’ leashes tightly and sprinted back to my house.
Thankfully we made it home in one piece (sans some dog waste), I decided that I would give notice the next day. My landlord let me out of the lease, and I found a small house in an area that was not going through “revitalization.” The next month an eight-year-old white youngster, Kevin Shifflett, was murdered by a black man two streets away.
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The Innocence Project Rejected him because he’s White. From Twitter:
Follow up comment from Taken:
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Answered by Kay Holmes
What’s your experience of being treated bad for being white?
When I was in 8th grade, a black kid broke into my locker. He stole my 10+ page English essay and turned it in passing it off as his own. I had shown my English teacher this essay that morning for basic correction so the teacher knew this was my essay when the black kid turned it in as his own. Also, my essay was well written, this black kid could barely write his own name or say a compte sentence without going ‘yo yo yo homie.’ The black kid got a zero on the assignment and no detention/suspension. I was given two days to turn in the essay that the black kid took. I was very poor and had hand written my essay because I did not have a computer at my house nor could I stay after school and use the school’s computers, I lived too far from school and needed to take the bus home after school since I had no ride home. Overall, I ended up with a C- on the essay due to it being turned in late. If it were not for that thug, I’d have gotten an A like I usually did.
Also, when I expressed disgust with that black kid for breaking into my locker and stealing my essay I got called racist by other classmates.
I had a friend in high school who filed a harassment complaint on this one black kid for spanking her and her other friends on the butt. He came up to her in the hallway and grabbed her around the throat screaming at her calling her racist.
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Answered by Mark Smith
What’s your experience of being treated bad for being white?
There’s too many to count, but the worst is in prison. The population doesn’t match. There’s way more Black people than white because they commit More crimes and get caught. Black people like the group up on solo white dudes and take their canteen food. Make them do what they want. Just talk straight nasty to them. I seen one white person in 10 years do this I was down for 10 years exactly no good time. You would have five black guys in the shower, jerking off to The back of a 70 year old woman’s head and they act like that’s normal and I’ve seen certain animals that the zoo do the exact same thing. My grandparents were born in the 20s and 30s before civil rights. My grandmother actually went to March and Washington to stop integration of schools. Growing up I could never figure out why they talked the way they did about Black people. After being alive 36 years, I understood when I was 22 and went to prison. I’ll say there Is some good ones out there but what I’ve witness in my lifetime I stopped calling Blacks Black people and went back to what they preferred to be called and call their selves now but act like it’s offensive for some reason When a white person says it. in prison when you’re surrounded by blacks in your white, a lot of people join unforgiven because they’re scared, but most of them are scared their self and don’t live the life. They have tattooed on them. I stayed solo for 10 years. You got a fight show you’re not soft don’t back down or they will eat you alive. Their favorite words is pussy ass cracker, but they don’t know what a cracker really was, the person cracking the Whip. I do what people should do stick with their own kind. There’s different races for reason there is a controversial study called the Bell curve that will explain a lot about races and I suggest people read it even though it’s a controversial study, especially Black people they would hate to read that study. Spot on in the research they did because I can see it without doing scientific studies. One slavery was abolished they should’ve just sent them all back home, but at the same time we stole this land from the natives. In general Black people are way more racist than whites and Black people never assumed to understand that they make white people this way by the way, they act talk and conduct their selves.
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Yes. Several times while living in Tottenham. One time in particular I was sat on the top deck of a bus. I was the only white person upstairs. I was reading the paper minding my own business, when I heard someone chanting BNP, BNP, BNP. At first I ignored it, but it was getting louder. When I looked up this huge black man was looking me straight in the eye and still chanting BNP, BNP in a threatening tone. He didn’t touch me. Maybe because I decided to move downstairs, but it was very unsettling. It’s nothing major, and I didn’t report it. But can you imagine a lone black man on a bus and a large white man approaching him chanting BLM, BLM in an intimidating tone. If that was videoed and went viral online, I think a huge outcry would ensue.
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I was once spat on in Hyson Green Nottingham by Asian young men and told I don’t belong around there… I was scared witless.
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Yes, was shouted at for stepping on an escalator ahead of a black guy who clearly expected me to step back. He shouted at me, called me a disgusting Caucasian. I turned round and said, is that the best you’ve got? Luckily, lots of people around and he stomped off, muttering and swearing. It could have turned out very differently if the station had been empty.
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Yes. University 1991. All BAME were given computers from the local Afro Caribbean centre. When I asked if I could have 1 they said ‘you’re white, you can get 1 from anywhere. ‘ I had to work to buy 1.
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Answered by Michael Kamarauskas
Why is there so much hatred for Black people in the U.S. and globally?
Be white, and grow up in a black neighborhood. I did when i was 4 years old, and by the time i was 6, I hated black people.
A black kid who lives in a white neighborhood cries “RACISM” when the cops ask them what they are up to.
Meanwhile, a white kid of 5 years old (Me) living in a black neighborhood gets his jaw broken with a brick by 3 black kids three times my age and size, because i was shooting a basketball on “Their” courts. I lived right across the street from them, they saw me every day, the courts were for the people who lived in the complex, and it was just me shooting a basketball by myself.
I was minding my own business, playing by myself, i heard laughing, and then, “Yo, White boy!”
I woke up 4 hours later in the hospital with my jaw wired shut.
A cable installer saw the whole thing. They hit me in the face with a brick, which knocked me out, and started kicking my unconscious body. They stole my basketball, and my shoes. MY FU**ING SHOES!
All of our black neighbors witnessed it, and did nothing. The same neighbors that smiled in our faces and said hello to us all the time.
When my mom got home from work, she heard all of the neighbors talking about how funny it was, and were laughing about it. Not one of them told my mom what happened, or that it was her 5 year old son that got rushed to the hospital, and put in a medically induced coma until his brain swelling went down. The Puerto Rican Comcast cable installer saved my life that day. He had to physically fight the people off of me.
I was home after 6 months in the hospital. Just the night before i came home, two of those high-school black kids that beat the shit out of 5 year old me were gunned down in the street a block away, and their family and friends had a makeshift memorial with candles, pictures and flowers laid out where they died.
I went out there at 3 in the morning, used magic markers to draw penises on the faces of their pictures, stomped on everything else, used the candles to burn the other junk left there, and pissed all over it.
Slavery was the worst thing America ever did.
We should have left them in Africa where they belong.
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A bunch of coloured kids were harassing people on the train – I asked them why and was attacked and told it was because ‘we hate white people’. This was years ago when London first started to tank, under Blair, and these little cunts started to feel empowered and above the law.
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Yes, from a black female NHS receptionist, who walked straight past three of us to serve the black woman at the back of the queue, we looked on with incredulity.
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As a white woman I have experienced racism, a black woman was given a job over me who had less experience…. so (http://experience….so) there you go! I was even told they would have to give her the position. Shortly afterwards I left that company!
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Yes. I was ranked #1 in an intense government background and panel interviews. Affirmative action gave the job to a black guy # 3 on the list. I was told on the down low it was quotas. I’m white female in my mid 20’s at the time around the early 90’s. In Portland, Oregon. I was already working for the county.. he wasn’t. I would call that racism.
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Yup. My last name is Copland. Which is a black last name in Toledo Ohio. I went for a job interview as a graphic designer for a Toledo black news paper. Before the interview they must have assumed I was a black Copland. But when they all walked in to interview me and saw a blonde hair blue eyed white Copland the interview did not even happen. Totally 100% racist.
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I lived in a predominately black area in ’80s UK, my children wanted to go to a holiday club in the summer holidays. They came home in tears as the adult male who organised the activities told my son 5 and daughter 7 that piglets weren’t welcome. They came home in tears.
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I definitely feel the racism, it’s not outwardly open but when our family is out together we notice that those new in Australia are usually made feel more welcome at events plus there is always a entry charge difference. Cheaper for them , normal price for our family. Also, I have noticed when my children went for their drivers license, I nohow bad the non whites were at driving, Ag couldn’t even reverse park at the council testing depot, but wow, they got their license, my children were perfect at their test but were failed first time around. I enquired even pointing out this parking fail we all witnessed. The instructor told us quietly that they were not allowed to fail these new invaders oops I mean free loaders oops I really meant new Australians. I guess we all witnessed then discrimination against white hard working families. I told my children that they need to be extra safe on the road because of the fact all those new arrivals are not good drivers as they are graded and tested different to us. Discrimination….
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When I was a little kid, along with my single mom of 2 children, I lived in a project housing complex where we were one of about 5 white families. When I was 6, Terrence (5 years older than me) chased me down, and body slammed me so hard into a curb that it snapped my collar bone in half. He did this because I was the white kid and asked to play basketball. When I was 7, Jamal (4 years older than me) punched me so hard in my head that I had a 2 inch blue goose egg across my forehead for days. He did this because I was the white kid who asked to play basketball. A week later, before my goose egg had healed, Jamal threw a dart at me that stuck in my back. No reason, I was just playing on my back patio. We moved to a new hood when I was 8. At school, Dante beat me up in the boys’ bathroom so bad that I had to miss a few days of school. A week later, after I had returned to school, he brought about 5 of his cousins, including his 17 year old girl cousin, and they beat me up so bad on my walk home from school that I had to miss more school. This was because he got in trouble at school for beating me up the first time. 2 weeks after that, they saw me playing down a hill on a bike trail, and they threw rocks at me for about a minute straight before I could escape. Never got a reason. When I was 9, I was walking behind the housing complex on my way home from playing with a friend, and 4 kids jumped me so bad I had to go to the hospital. When they were literally stomping on me, they were yelling not to come back in their neighborhood. The neighborhood I lived in. It wouldn’t be till I was about 12 years old that I started fighting back, and I took a lot of ass beatings before it stopped. Was I the racist then? I’m so sick and fucking tired of social media going on and on about white people being racist every time they get some retarded moment to virtue signal, even if they are signaling on the back of a convicted murderer who stabbed a woman literally 43 times and confessed several times afterwards while having her belongings in his possessions. I’ve never been a part of a family or friends circle of white people who were racist despite being called a racist on almost a daily basis, but I have experienced real true racism personally at the hands of the blacks I grew up around. If you believe only white people are racist, then you’re either retarded or racist. Maybe both.
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