Escape From Bullock County

While former Alabama State Senator Myron Penn and the Mayor of Union Springs have focused their attention on the burning issue of Confederate flags decorating Confederate graves in a Confederate cemetery on Confederate Memorial Day, the real problems facing the city and county are being neglected:

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Has anyone noticed all these yard signs which have sprouted up in Union Springs? Who are the Bullock County Crimestoppers?

“A shooting on Highway 82 in Bullock County. The next day in Union Springs a minister reportedly got robbed while sipping coffee on his own front porch.

Meet the man who’s tired of it all.

“I’m fed up with the crime in Union Springs and Bullock County,” said Courtney Woodfaulk, head of the Bullock County Crimestoppers program.

Courtney Woodfaulk, born and raised in Union Springs, believes he’s answering the call to try to do something about the rising crime rate, up 40% in the last year, according to Woodfaulk. The crimes have been primarily burglaries. Woodfaulk says part of his motivation stems from a close encounter his own son had with death in Atlanta.

“My son was shot in the home invasion,” Woodfaulk said. …

What happens if you get shot by a dindu in Union Springs or Bullock County? Suppose you are bleeding out in your own home. Maybe your dear old grandmother has had a heart attack or fallen down the stairs. Well, it seems that Bullock County is so broke that it can’t even afford ambulances anymore:

“It’s a service many people count on when there’s an emergency, but Bullock County could lose its only ambulance service.

The hospital board which maintains the ambulances says it’s running out of money to pay for the service. According to hospital board member Thomas May, the ambulance service needs about $100 thousand this year to fund the costs of running ambulances. …”

Violent crime. Poverty. Unemployment. Terrible schools. Corruption. Illegal aliens. Blighted homes. Abandoned businesses. Bankruptcy. Kudzu. Such are the fruits of Myron Penn, Billy Beasley, and Mayor Saint T. Thomas Jr. A city and county so broke and hopeless that Mad Max and Rick Grimes would feel at home here.

Confederate flags …. that’s the real problem!

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31 Comments

  1. Desire for cheap, easily controllable labor is behind this. But moving large quantities of people for this is a basic feature of global capitalism. Blacks were desired to produce globally traded agricultural commodities in the Americas, so they were brought. They were desired to do industrial and menial labor in the North, so they were induced to come. The business pocket the money and the rest of us deal with the chaotic aftermath.

    But, we are assured, it will all be much different with other migrants. They are just like us! Coming to America to pursue a better life through hard work and clean living! The truth is any population will turn its environment into something like what they left behind.

  2. Oh, Michelle gave a speech in Tuskegee?

    Louis Farrakhan gives speeches there all the time. Have you been to Tuskegee and Macon County lately? Have you seen what it looks like these days after decades of black rule?

  3. Wayne Farms has a chicken processing plant in Union Springs. Hence, the large Hispanic population there. It’s the largest employer in the county and pays poverty level wages, but illegal aliens have taken most of those jobs.

  4. HW, why engage this idiot troll who apparently believes red herrings and other forms of fallacious argumentation are legitimate forms of argument?

  5. Obviously it won’t be possible to deal with crime there, because the only thing that kept the negroes in check, before the modern era, were the white knights. Now, because the klan must remain passive, the police have to do their job, but, as you know, they are much more limited, and really have little factor in deterring them.

    It’s sad to see or say about anyone, but, when I was a child, many, in the middle on these issues, held out hope that the radical diminishment, or outright eradication, of the KKK would lead to better times – not just for negroes, but for all. Lamentably, with the passage of time, I have been forced to conclude that the presence of the klan, on the whole, was not only better for whites, it was much better for negroes – the reason being that the fear factor kept so many in line.

    Many of my childhood friends get very angry with me when I say such a thing, but, as much as I examine myself and my views for a weakness, I cannot come to any other conclusion than they are seeing what they want to, and I am not.

  6. It’s true.

    Just take a look around here: Union Springs, Tuskegee, Midway, Clayton, Selma, Eutaw, Selma, Camden, Birmingham, etc. That’s just in Alabama. Go across the Chattahoochee and take a look at Georgetown, Fort Gaines, Lumpkin, Cuthbert, and Blakely.

    Let’s face it: wherever there is black majority rule, you will invariably find that civilization has been arrested and gone into decline, progress has ground to a halt, and everyone who has the means is scrambling to get out like we see in Eufaula and Montgomery these days.

    Stay behind and all you have to look forward to is your net worth declining in sync with your property value, the public schools going to hell, and tho grand opening of the next dollar store or title pawn store.

  7. ‘It’s true.’

    I’m glad to get your confirmation on that, coming from where you are. Here, when people think what I just said to you is true, they gulp and stay silent –

    ‘Just take a look around here: Union Springs, Tuskegee, Midway, Clayton, Selma, Eutaw, Selma, Camden, Birmingham, etc. That’s just in Alabama. Go across the Chattahoochee and take a look at Georgetown, Fort Gaines, Lumpkin, Cuthbert, and Blakely.’

    Well, I’m very sorry to hear about what is occurring in y’all’s state. I’d like to think that something positive for all might occur, but, if that is something short of secession, then it’s lost on me. The Yankee government’s attitude towards our negroes is like that of someone who wins a living trophy, and keeps it in limbo, just for his own edification.

    ‘Let’s face it: wherever there is black majority rule, you will invariably find that civilization has been arrested and gone into decline, progress has ground to a halt, and everyone who has the means is scrambling to get out like we see in Eufaula and Montgomery these days.’

    I certainly know some fantastic negroes around here – people nearly any white Tarheel would be damn proud to call his friend. That said, the communities, where they reign, in Eastern North Carolina, are at best, tol’able – and most are not at all that. Most, such as Goldsboro, Kinston, Oxford, Scotland Neck, Rocky Mount, Enfield, and Henderson, (just to name a few of the bigger places) are proud old fine southern towns that have become courteous and friendly no-mans’ lands.

    ‘Stay behind and all you have to look forward to is your net worth declining in sync with your property value, the public schools going to hell, and tho grand opening of the next dollar store or title pawn store.’

    Well, there is no denying what you have said, but, I am not going anywhere. In fact, I make a habit of doing what few whites do anymore, in my town, and that is walk all around the town, any time day or night – armed with only my wide-brimmed Confederate cap. I say howdy to everybody who comes my way, and they say howdy to me – and so it goes.

  8. Me too.

    There are plenty of black people who I like as individuals. In fact, there are some blacks who get it like the Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson, who is from around here. He knows the score. I know several of Peterson’s relatives.

    It’s just that, regardless of how anyone feels about it, as a group they differ from us in important ways. They don’t have the same capacity to maintain and advance a civilization. It’s taboo to talk about it, but give them the power and the opportunity and they will turn Union Springs into what it has become today, or St. Louis where my wife is from, or Detroit, or Birmingham, or Baltimore, etc.

    There’s nothing the government can do about it. There’s nothing anyone can do about it. It’s not anyone’s fault. Wherever blacks exist in large numbers, you have to choose between equality and civilization. You can’t have both.

    Sadly, those fine towns are going to become places that most people don’t want to live anymore because of the poverty, the lack of jobs, the depressed real estate market, and the terrible schools.

  9. ‘There are plenty of black people who I like as individuals. In fact, there are some blacks who get it like the Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson, who is from around here. He knows the score. I know several of Peterson’s relatives.’

    Yes, that’s very right. And this is just something that so many people, nowadays, just cannot seem to grasp ; that just because many of us wish to return to our traditional culture does NOT mean that we have malice in our hearts towards anyone.

    Things have gotten so perverted in this country that to say something is not working, is tatamount to being the devil.

    ‘It’s just that, regardless of how anyone feels about it, as a group they differ from us in important ways. They don’t have the same capacity to maintain and advance a civilization. It’s taboo to talk about it, but give them the power and the opportunity and they will turn Union Springs into what it has become today, or St. Louis where my wife is from, or Detroit, or Birmingham, or Baltimore, etc.’

    ‘Well, this is right, and I really do not give a flying damn who is better, worse, or more talented in what. for all i care, you can call me inferior for being a white southerner, and I would accede to it, if I thought it would allow me a new status as a minority so that i could live with my own kind – and NOT keep my doors lockt at night.

    I tell you – though the police in this town are fine, and so are most of all the people, I live in a 1790 antebellum beauty that is surrounded by negroes. Every day I talk with most of them, know they are fine people, but some of them are not – and i know which ones they are. On account of them, we Eastern North Carolinians have had to change our entire way of living.

    Examples? As a child nobody bothered to lock his door, and most kept their keys in their car!!! Now, at night, I have to go around and do a security check – all windows battened down like a G.D. fort in a John Wayne film! I can no longer fly a Confederate flag, because if I do, I run the serious risk of having my wife and daughter targeted by a drive-by shooter, and on it goes.

    ‘There’s nothing the government can do about it.’

    Maybe there is. They could get the hell out of the way, or out of our land. We know how to run our own affairs.

    ‘There’s nothing anyone can do about it. It’s not anyone’s fault. Wherever blacks exist in large numbers, you have to choose between equality and civilization. You can’t have both.’

    I deeply respect the desire to treat any man fair. My heart, and that of my wife, sinks when I see any man put down unjustly, negro, white, injun, or whatever. But the equality thing has proven itself to be a living hell, for most concerned. But then, when we imagine what would happen, if every teacher were forced to treat every student ‘equal’, maybe it is self-evidently obvious.

    ‘Sadly, those fine towns are going to become places that most people don’t want to live anymore because of the poverty, the lack of jobs, the depressed real estate market, and the terrible schools.’

    Unfortunately that is precisely what has occurred to at least 5 cities in Eastern North Carolina and many many towns. Ironically, the whites, here, have not fled (maybe we are just hard-headed) en masse, but it has not changed the absolute truth of what you just said.

    I do not want it to be true, but it is so, and no peyote in a sweat-lodge can change it.

  10. Well, Sir, I want to thank you for commiserating with me.

    I have to say that my greatest pain in my life is conveyed by this little vignette ;

    The other day, my wife and I were on a romantick date, and, on a lark, we decided to drive to the fine old eastern Carolina town of Scotland Neck. As we approacht the town, we saw a magnificent plantation house – virtually unchanged from 1825, and then : rode in on Main St., seein, in turn, g the most beautiful turn of the century homes, on big luxurious and extremely well-kept lawns. Then we came to the center of town, and got out and walkt around. We soon felt uncomfortable because of the complete absence of whites, the businesses boarded up and or just plain empty for occupants who will never come again. Then there were the loitering negroes in front of these buildings, waiting for drugs, or a chance to ask for another handout, or who knows what. Soon we just gave up : the air, as we will say, here, too damn niggrified to breathe, and so we returned to our car.

    A few moments later, as I was moaning about why my fellow white southerners would put up with such a state, my Bullock County wife said to me : ‘Junius, they’ve just gotten to the point where they don’t give a rat’s ass anymore’.

    And that, Sir, is my pain : to live in a time when most of my people (white southerners) have ceast to be able to think of their lives in any other terms estranged, closeted, and narcssitick, members of a foreign culture and government.

    My pain, however, is eased by your good company. I thank you and bid you a good night.

  11. Where are all the negroes coming from in your state? Surely they are not migrating from North Carolina or New Jersey.

    Is it just the result of long standing families of tenant farmers abandoning the rural lifestyle for a welfare check and an apartment in town?

    Or, is something else at work in your land?

  12. That’s exactly how I feel about it.

    I’m cursed in the sense that I can see the big picture. Whereas countless people I know can’t bring themselves to care about the world beyond the sphere of their own private lives, I am always aware that my surroundings are changing, and I fear what these changes will mean not only for my own son and his descendants, but for my people as a whole.

    Your wife was raised in Bullock County. What if the whole state of Alabama had the demographics of Bullock County and was run the same way? What if the whole country had the demographics of Bullock County? We’re staring down the barrel of that gun and far too many people can’t bring themselves to think through the consequences.

  13. In the Black Belt, which includes Bullock and Barbour County, it’s not so much that blacks are moving here and taking over as it is that everyone is leaving, but Whites are leaving at a faster rate. This recently pushed my own county into White minority status.

    Blacks are moving to our cities. They’ve already taken over Birmingham with disastrous consequences. Mobile and Montgomery haven’t caught up with the Magic City, but are trending in that direction. The Whites flee to the next county over and squander unimaginable resources to rebuild Mobile, Montgomery, and Birmingham. All that just to have access to a decent public school, to preserve their property value, and to live in a safe neighborhood.

    It’s gotten so bad in Atlanta that the city might reach the borders of Alabama, Tennessee, and South Carolina within my lifetime as Whites are perpetually fleeing from one suburb to another.

  14. I am following this thread, and I am addressing the erudite and fascinating Mr. Junius Daniel. I have friends and relatives in Dixie, and have travelled through your beautiful country on more than one occasion. I love TN and NC. I am well acquainted with the beautiful homes of the South. I recently spent time on an exquisite Southern Plantation, and left my heart there.

    I am a Copperhead woman. I live in a White on White Christian rural region. ZOG is moving the Orcs in, and moving them in fast. I am well known in my area, and I am as outspoken in 3D world as I am online. My White neighbors are either perplexed, amused, or horrified by me. Most have no lived around non-Christian non-Whites EVER, in their entire lives, and only interact with Orcs in carefully controlled settings. The few folks that have spent real time around non-Whites – usually men- are the ones I amuse. They have not ever experienced Whites saying, out loud, the things I say, and certainly not a White woman.

    You and they have a common, perhaps fatal illness – the Fairness Disease. You and they can’t help it – you and they are White. It’s in our genes. The Fairness gene is one of the things that have made our Race great, among out own. Alas, it’s getting us kilt off in the multi-Cult.

    I am here to tell you that this suicidal illness CAN be overcome. It’s simple. Just repeat this little phrase every day, as often as you need, until you breathe this in and out like oxygen:

    “I do NOT have to be fair to those that are determined to kill me”

    Learn it live it love it.

    Because you don’t have to be fair to those that are determined to kill us off.

    Lay that Burden Down, White Man, and breathe free.

  15. Denise says:

    “I do NOT have to be fair to those that are determined to kill me”

    Learn it live it love it.

    Because you don’t have to be fair to those that are determined to kill us off.

    Lay that Burden Down, White Man, and breathe free.

    Excellent advice. We should shout it from the rooftops!

  16. ‘That’s exactly how I feel about it.’

    Well, Sir – I’m very very sorry for you, because I know your pain – the pain of, as I have come to think of it, being way out of chronological time. Apparently The Lord has given us the enigmatick task of being 19th century Southerners (or 23rd century Southrons – who knows:) who have to live in the early 21st – i.e. considerably out of tune with the current community ethos – Probably there is no reconciliation internally, on this matter.. Painful. We know it, oh, how we know it!

    ‘I’m cursed in the sense that I can see the big picture. Whereas countless people I know can’t bring themselves to care about the world beyond the sphere of their own private lives, I am always aware that my surroundings are changing, and I fear what these changes will mean not only for my own son and his descendants, but for my people as a whole.’

    In spirit we must be made from similar cloth, because this is what I endure.
    Although you did not voice it here, from the many many words of yours I have read, I see that you have deeply impressionable and artistick bent toward your cultural perceptions – that for you those Southrons who walkt over the fields, under the trees, and through the hail and grapeshot, are really still alive – that, in your heart, you are walking with them every day, and because of that, and your anomalous temperament, anger and hatred arise flow out at those things you feel are coming to snuff out your friends. That is a big one of three reasons, why, even when you and I have lockt rapiers, with no quarter, my ire at you quickly fades.

    My sense of most Western peoples, in any recent century is that they are mostly focused on what they are doing, what they’re society is accomplishing, and at least one out of every two does this to the point of utter myopia. Thus, they take their culture for granted, feel no particular loyalty to it, and have very little, or no, sense that there is anything being lost. They are not like you, and, because of that, when you speak to them of your observations and conclusions, they can only politely wonder where the planet is whence you arise.
    On a side note : Westerners, more than any others I have studied, have long been fascinated, or imbued with, this notion of progress – and this disposition leaves us vulnerable to not maintaining our institutions, to not demonstrating any gratitude to our forbears.

    ‘Your wife was raised in Bullock County. What if the whole state of Alabama had the demographics of Bullock County and was run the same way? What if the whole country had the demographics of Bullock County? We’re staring down the barrel of that gun and far too many people can’t bring themselves to think through the consequences.’

    We are, indeed, ‘staring down the barrel of a gun, just like the men of Pickett’s corps at the bottom of Seminary Ridge …which is why I do the small things I do every day – from praying to Our Lord upon first awakening, and going to sleep, walking around town and meeting every man’s eyes that mine or shaking the hand that stretches out to mine, to using terms such as negro, instead of Afro-American, to holding doors open for ladies, to refusing to watch television polluted with anti-Southernisms, to refusing to cheat anyone, misrepresent myself, or take shortcuts in processes, to outlawing ‘you guys’, in our house, instead of ‘y’all’, to having made sure that my daughter knows to treat all people with kindness and respect, but, to never ever bring a man home not of her race. (Bad enough she has fallen in love out of her culture – with a Canadian Yankee)
    Maybe you wonder why I share these things with you. I do not know. But, in my view, every day this is my answer to the gun – that I walk into it and refuse to yield the traditions of Eastern North Carolina, and, thus, keep my faith with our ghosts.

    Considering the resistance I have faced in this culture and time, (that any man of our ilk will face) it took me a little time and no little trouble to become clear about who I am – but crystal clear I am – a Christian Tarheel gentleman, and there is no satanick temptation inside me or a power on earth that can make me yield what that is It cannot be bought and it sells at no price. That, Sir – is how I live staring into the gun, knowing that few are beside me and that no reinforcements are likely to arrive.

    How do you live with staring down the barrel of the gun and the endless poison vines stretching behind our lines to strangle us?

  17. Sir, I read all your comments and Miss Denise’s to my wife. She is sitting here, and she wants you to know about Sheriff Williams – the first lawman of Union Springs in the late 1960s & early 1970s, and a negro. My wife says he made them all tow the line, and, with everyone, he was a very popular man in the community.

    When I askt my wife why she told me this, she said she wants us all to know that not only the white knights kept the negro in line, but, that so did many law-abiding god-fearing negroes.

    During this time, when my wife was a teenager, and Jim Crow was dying, the younger negroes around Union Springs were beginning to get out of line and attempt to get away with things that they could not have gotten away with before, Today, she feels, negroes there do what they want because nobody negro or white is there to keep them in line.

  18. “I do NOT have to be fair to those that are determined to kill me”
    Learn it live it love it.
    Because you don’t have to be fair to those that are determined to kill us off.
    Lay that Burden Down, White Man, and breathe free.

    Dear Miss Denise,
    Please let me thank you for your very thoughtful and forceful reply. My adopted daughter would be quick to agree with you – she flying a National Socialist battleflag in her bedroom.

    I read it to my wife and she got a hoot out of it. That said, I quickly quellt her hoot when I said this :

    I was raised to be a Tarheel Gentleman, in a strict Episcopalian school where we wore uniforms with Christian emblems,, said sir and m’am, and, daily, regularly washed our hands and combed neatly our hair, studied Our Lord’s word, Latin & Greek, Russian, French, German, and English grammar, algebra, calculus, chemistry & physicks, had fist fights without 2 on 1 or knives in hand, but, conversely played chess without quarter, – and all of that is based directly on the traditions of the English gentleman.
    The very first rules of the Tarheel gentleman are ever to be courteous, hospitable, helpful, and, yes, fair – chivalry – and if I give that up I will become just another Yankee, or a generick unknowing Southron Yankee wanna-be, at which point I will not only be defeated, I will betray my ancestors and become a farce.’

    And this, m’am, I add to you…

    Because of my respect for all of God’s creation and because I DO NOT WISH to be a Tarheel farce, when any negro shakes my hand with a firm and sober eye, says sir and does not play a con or ask for a handout, I can respect him – because he is the embodiment, in his own way, of the same traditional Tarheel culture for which I stand. Yes, we are separated by blood, but not in spirit.

    M’am, when I have lived in Yankee lands, though I was sometimes impresst by things they do well, I often felt that the principal thing separating us was not land & seasons, but the ethical disparities that have arisen from our cultures and which guide my conduct.

    What is seeking to destroy me, ‘M’am, and that which is destroying my fellow Southrons around me, are NOT people, but ideas – and it is those ideas I must disable or kill, and it is evil ideas and ideas of evil I am directed by My Lord to Kill, just as, equally so, people I am forbidden to.

    Yet, even if My Lord had made no exhortation in that regard, what is killing our South is NOT people, nor a government, per se, but the apathy and estranged distractionist materialist ungodly narcissism of my own people. If this changes, then everything that besets us can, ultimately, be brought to hide & heel – if it does not, killing a billion people could not help, because there would still be the same vulnerability that arises from the unknowing self.
    I believe, M’am, that the Confederacy never should have fired on Fort Sumter, but, simply ought to have left the Yankee government and non-violently refused to come back. There would have been problems, but, in the end, we would have been blesst by The Lord for keeping his commandments, and the Yankees would have realized the futility of attempting to make us be with them.
    Though we took back most of what he had lost in the decades immediately following that war, after WWII we gave it away and, nowadays, we live heavily in the legacy of that failure.
    What can I do – within the limits set down to me by my god and my culture?
    I must demonstrate to all around me, as best I can, within the limits of my fallible and sometimes short-tempered and brusquely vainglorious humanity, the fundamental soundness & superiority of what was inculcated in me, and, by implication, the cancer of Yankee pop culture that mass communication technology has been injecting into our veins since the 1920s.

    M’am, to my dying breath I will fight this fight along the lines set out my traditional Tarheel culture : I will not compromise, diverge, retreat from, equivocate, or abandon my traditional Eastern North Carolinian ways and views.

    M’am, I thank you for your kind words of my land, your time and candour, understand that my Tarheel words will bounce harmlessly off you, and wish you the very very best.

  19. Sir, let me add one thing that I did omit. As you know, my wife and I were constrained to spend a dozen years in very far upstate New York – only recently being granted by Our Lord the opportunity to return to my home and my wife’s adopted home.

    We live in the part of the state that is by far the most niggrified, (check a demographick map )and while we did indeed shirk from certain cities that are overwhelmingly dangerous for any man, even a snake, in which to make his abode, we still chose a place in this area and live in a town with over 40% negro. The antebellum mansion which we chose to make our home is right on the dividing line between negro and white and, though we have to wrestle with certain realistick fears, we did not shirk it.

    We are staying and doubling down – prepared to hold our ground even if it hurts our worldly power, because this is our home is and this is where the fight is. Running off to white suburbia (like Raleigh where my ‘progressive’ childhood friends who live in all white neighborhoods lecture me about my ‘ignorant racism’ and ‘negative close-minded traditional ways’) was not and is not an option.

    We are at the front of the lines – every day, refusing to give up any ground, either stract or ab-, to anyone, with any claim.

    Thus, we are in ‘solidarity’ with those 18% left in Union Springs. Our hearts and respect go out to those who will not retreat – neither idealogically nor materially. We hope others will, in their own places, ways and times, join us.

  20. And let me add, Miss Denise : while I am sour on Yankee society and y’all’s government, I do welcome your copperheadness into our ranks, if such is for me to do. Some great Confederates were New Yorkers, and, just as with the negro, I will always cotton to a common spirit, irrespective of whatever blood, racial, or cultural differences may lurk.

  21. Mr. Daniels,

    I want to thank you for you courteous and frankly moving replies to me. Your mode of expression itself is exquisite; the ability to write well, and beautifully is rapidly becoming a Lost White Art. I’m thrilled to hear that your wife enjoyed my comments – please send her my heartfelt greetings and good wishes!

    Your step-daughter, however – she thrills me. Tell her I love her, and wish her all the best things in life, especially a devoted and capable White, and many, many beautiful White children! If she is flying the NS flag – it means she innately, in her marrow, knows that Race Is Nation, and Nation Is Race.

    We Northerners can be insanely arrogant, and deeply, deeply stupid. America was founded by Puritans; steely willed ideologues who are more in love with our ideas than practical, functional reality. It’s all about Moral Vanity. The Lefty Anti-fas are the heirs of this Rigid Ideologue tradition, and frankly, my dear Mr. Daniel – there’s a touch of that in you. Please don’t be insulted, but this is what I’m referring to:

    “Some great Confederates were New Yorkers, and, just as with the negro, I will always cotton to a common spirit, irrespective of whatever blood, racial, or cultural differences may lurk.”

    Thank you! That was wonderful and subtle dig at Yankees, equating Yankees with Negroes. Well done! The English are masters of the studied insult, and many marvelous English traditions are carried on in the South. I’m not insulted; I think your remark is amusing, yet sad.

    You see a Common Spirit, borne of traditions and shared culture. I see Race.

    I see the historical Big Picture.

    I don’t see Good Negroes. I see dormant ones. If you study the Rise and Fall of Haiti, South Africa. Rhodesia, The Belgian Congo, and city after American city, South AND North – I see the utter destruction wrought by the Black Race when we allow them in. I don’t believe we can have a Common Spirit with any non-White. You are doing the same exact thing that Yankee Puritans do, when They say “Race doesn’t matter”.

    I regard the traditions that you hold dear as things worth preserving at ANY cost. The only way to do that is to fly the flag your step-daughter treasures, in your heart if not on your wall.

  22. @Denise…

    ‘Mr. Daniels,
    I want to thank you for you courteous and frankly moving replies to me. Your mode of expression itself is exquisite; the ability to write well, and beautifully is rapidly becoming a Lost White Art. I’m thrilled to hear that your wife enjoyed my comments – please send her my heartfelt greetings and good wishes!’

    Having seen your response, to my comments tonight, M’am, was The Lord’s way of gettin’ me back here. Sadly, I never saw your very interesting reply, here. I apologize for that. Thank you so very much for your exceedingly gracious demonstrations about my rhetorick. I give both my Southron mama credit (she was a Hunnish stickler for language, grammar & pronunciation) and my Hungarian Ashkenizack Jew daddy (he was a national grandmaster of scrabble, an inveterate reader of the New York Times, and the subjugator of all it’s ponderously cryptick Sunday crossword puzzles.

    M’am, let me also say that I employ language as a weapon in the service of my culture – ever encouraging my fellow Tarheels to maintain their traditional division ‘twixt our folksy speech & our traditional Anglican written language. I am, as you may have noted, averse to the notion of progress, as, I feel, this unfortunate sentiment has done it’s best to undermine us, here in sunny North Carolina.

    I will, now that I know, convey your best wishes to my wife. Thank you for your kindness.

    ‘Your step-daughter, however – she thrills me. Tell her I love her, and wish her all the best things in life, especially a devoted and capable White, and many, many beautiful White children! If she is flying the NS flag – it means she innately, in her marrow, knows that Race Is Nation, and Nation Is Race.’

    I am glad to hear about the pleasure you take in this. I will convey it to her that she has an admirer from New York, I feel that somehow, in spite of y’all’s never having met, that y’all are kin. Both of you are powerfully headstrong, endowed with iconoclastick moral compasses, and are unfailingly direct of communication and substantial of innards. There is some irony here, too – for, though she is an unmitigated white nationalist, without perceivable Jewish blood, she is, in 85% of her ways, the haunting mirror of me (I took a lot of time & trouble with her when she was young )– something about which her mama enjoys chiding her, when the two are, as you like to say, exchanging ‘studied insults & ‘subtle digs’.

    ‘We Northerners can be insanely arrogant, and deeply, deeply stupid. America was founded by Puritans; steely willed ideologues who are more in love with our ideas than practical, functional reality. It’s all about Moral Vanity.’

    Let no man doubt the veracity of this. You are so very perspicacious. Yet, let me, also say, that, as a small man who frequently intimidates much larger of like, I am far too cocky to rue or reprove another man for such. I like confidence in people – even if they hate my guts.

    ‘ The Lefty Anti-fas are the heirs of this Rigid Ideologue tradition, and frankly, my dear Mr. Daniel – there’s a touch of that in you. Please don’t be insulted, but this is what I’m referring to:
    “Some great Confederates were New Yorkers, and, just as with the negro, I will always cotton to a common spirit, irrespective of whatever blood, racial, or cultural differences may lurk.”
    Thank you! That was wonderful and subtle dig at Yankees, equating Yankees with Negroes. Well done! The English are masters of the studied insult, and many marvelous English traditions are carried on in the South. I’m not insulted; I think your remark is amusing, yet sad.’

    M’am, I ayn’t gonna git cross with you; and certainly not for telling me what is patently true. Indeed, am very very rigid, and the reason why, is that I rather apprized of the evils & danger encircling me, from within & without. These perils seek to subvert, eradicate & damn me; hence, to that end, I must stand in tight unyielding formation. (Not unlike our articulate site host) There are prices to pay for this, to be sure, but, these are what have to be paid.

    Concerning your’ dig’, it was unconscious, M’am. Not that I am not incapable of such, for Lord knows, I have taken a few malicious swipes at the site host, and he back at me. It’s just that, it is not my habit to shoot darts at ladies – even those bespeckled with swastikas on their heart & well-pedicured feet.

    But, if you must know : I dislike Yankees so much, that, I am oft fond to say : ‘if every white Southerner disappeared from the earth, tomorrow, and I were left to choose ‘twixt Yankees and Tarheel negroes, I would not even think about it – I would stay here with the catfish & my negroes.
    That said, I am not quite so damnably prejudict that I cannot admit a Yankee into my midst or respect one – when that rarity occurs. Certainly my publisher is Yankee (great-great grandson of Army of Potomac Corps General, J. Fulton Reynolds, and, as well, a very close associate of mine is a Schenectady-Albany Yankee, though, wouldn’t you know it, he has comes to his senses and added to the invasion of Georgia in Savannah!
    M’am, part of this is as I’ve described – on account of my morals and manners, BUT, another part of it is how furious I am to be forct to be a part of y’all’s ‘noble experiment in democracy’, as y’all’s government goes around the world bombing the hell out of man, woman, & child, that does not say the pledge of allegiance to Great Britain and Israel. That my fellow Southerners play a major part in that, makes me want to retch so badly, I cannot see straight.

    That said, it ayn’t yore p’tic’lar fault; that I do realize. So, please do not mistake the fact I oft have to pray away very UnChristian feelings towards Yankees, with the supposition that I feel that way towards you. I don’t; and, anyway, you are a lady – and, in all my mental reenactments about the War of Northern Moral Absurdity, I never fancy a female face in front of my notched egg-beater.

    ‘You see a Common Spirit, borne of traditions and shared culture. I see Race.’

    Well, M’am – I am very clearly an unapologetick racist, but, that said, I don’t dislike Yankees or anyone else for that matter, because of how The Good Lord chose to render them, but, for their acts.

    Acts, nor do humans, arise solely from blood – but from environment – and that goes way beyond era, neighborhood, family, friends, school, diet, religion, etiquette, etc etc.

    My uncle was considered the world’s foremost Behaviorial Embryologist, (science’s field for why we are) in the decades leading up to his death a few years ago. He had a graph for how people get to be who they become…

    Genes ~ Environment ~ Nervous System ~ Non-Obvious Factors
    Blood ~ Exterior influence ~ State of Mind ~ The Unknown

    And, with regards to this, he always said : ‘Who you are, Junius, is NOT predetermined by your genes, but, predisposed by your genes – the latter which is entirely at the mercy, for it’s interpretation, on your environment, feelings, and what is not known. Junius, they’ll never successfully clone people, because they cannot reduplicate their development that had it’s way with their genes. Junius, when people ask me to simplify it for them, I tell them I can’t ; all four phases are co-simultaneously determining each other, without any ascertainable hierarchy.’

    ‘I see the historical Big Picture.’

    Okay, well, to my lights, no man sees anything close to ‘the big picture’. As I see it : it is known only to The Lord himself. That is not to say you are not as well-qualified to proffer your views as any alive, better than many, as your intellect evinces. Further, it may be that you see much more than me. I don’t know. What I am saying is that, without wishing to undercut you, for reasons of personal insecurity, as so many, everywhere, do, I feel I must gently blow a little foam off your Pilsen stein:)

    ‘I don’t see Good Negroes. I see dormant ones. If you study the Rise and Fall of Haiti, South Africa. Rhodesia, The Belgian Congo, and city after American city, South AND North – I see the utter destruction wrought by the Black Race when we allow them in. I don’t believe we can have a Common Spirit with any non-White.’

    M’am, that is gross academick theory, selectively culled, and applied in a cookie cutter way to blanket over all variances. (I disavow that as much as I decry the tactick of using the 1% to mask the 99%) Well researched and finely elocuted, what you said is, yes, yet, it is not representative of every negro, every negro town, or of every decade of negro culture in The South.
    M’am, I live knee deep in niggers, as has Southern culture for a very long time, and I am admitting to you, from a long experience of dealing with them, that many of them are, as you say, dormant and downright debased – but, conversely, I am telling you that many many are the very virtuous antithesis.

    Southern negroes were in a much much better place before you were born. I saw it, I lived through it, and I recall it well.

    M’am, you are seeing the negro only through the modern prism of being on the Federal plantation – thus, he is a fruit stored improperly, and, for the present, largely bruised and oft just plain ruined.

    You are, as Yankees will do, seeing what you want to see, and not the complexity of reality.
    I am telling you the truth, M’am – not books by professors or blog histrionicks, but, real life.

    Further, I’ll tell you this : I ayn’t never pickt a peach or a cherry ‘cuz it’s specie is good, but, ‘cuz it stands ryght in my hand. This is a rural Southerner’s approach, taught to me, over an’ o’er ag’in, by my Southron granddaddy farmer.

    ‘You are doing the same exact thing that Yankee Puritans do, when They say “Race doesn’t matter”.

    M’am, you may have heard that, YET, I never said race does not matter, nor did I imply it, because I am a racist. What I said was :

    When any negro shakes my hand with a firm and sober eye, says sir, and does not play a con or ask for a handout, I can respect him – because he is the embodiment, in his own way, of the same traditional Tarheel culture for which I stand. Yes, we are separated by blood, but not in spirit.

    Amazing, because I am having a deja-vous – having dreamed that I would be writing you this, years ago. Bizarre! Anyway, it is this very same attitude of mine that lets me accept you in my midst, because, otherwise, I would not – for whatever that is worth.

    ‘I regard the traditions that you hold dear as things worth preserving at ANY cost. The only way to do that is to fly the flag your step-daughter treasures, in your heart if not on your wall.’

    A great expostulation, M’am, but, oh, so very very unsouthern.

    First, there is absolutely nothing worthy of preserving at ‘any cost’ – because if we go to all places of that statement, we will be with The Devil, and Not the Lord; and that, in and of itself, is, with the rarest exceptions, completely in violation of what is, or ever has been, Southern.

    M’am, let me be crystal clear : I am never going to be prepared to chase or burn other living beings out of their home, shoot men in the back, beat & rape women, starve or kill children. No, that’s too much like the unsouthern unchristian government in Washington D.C. – it having droppt billions and billions of bombs on innocent women and children, in the last 60+ years, just to get it’s way.

    Further, Miss Denise : only Yankeefied Southerners could ever be a socialist-anything, not to mention a dang Nazi. (Nazis imposed an iron-fisted central government over all of ‘Germany’, viciously stifling all dissent, enslaved and executed ‘Germans’ and ‘non-Germans’ in their millions, diminished the church and, just like the Yankee government, endeavoured to substitute feudal loyalty to a government in lieu of to The Lord. Not to mention that they attempted to sweep under the carpet the differences between Swabians, Bavarians, Hanoverians, and Pomeranians – differences which are substantial, and which, even today, if you know a ‘German’ well, will spark a good conversation and or debate.)
    Further, their policies of absolute disrespect for any humanity, but themselves and their first cousins, led them to lose over 20 million of their own people, (25% of the total population!) not to mention the permanent loss of over a quarter of their lands – Sudetenland, Ost-PreuBen, Schlesien, OberSchlesien, and parts of the Saarland, too)

    No, theirs is the example of what happens when one is prepared to do ‘absolutely anything.’

    By the way, in this way, I feel I have failed my daughter, though, I am now presently fighting to reverse the sundry unsavoury effects she suffered having been abducted by her scoundrel ‘daddy’, (He was my wife’s ex-husband, and infertile, he did not conceive my 22 year old girl – my wife having gone to a sperm bank to conceive her – thus, she, technically has 3 daddies) and, in the 11 years he used her for his own purposes, DID NOT bother to prepare her for adult life, or inculcate in her any wariness of y’all’s culture or, worst of all, a sense of her own kind. In fact, when she returned to us, I had to lay down the law : ‘Sleep when you wish, wake when you want, dream your dreams, fly any flag you wish, in your room, but, do not fail to do your chores, nor fail to be respectful to me or your mama, do not use Yankee phraseology in this house, DO NOT ever make fun of The South or of your fellow Southerners, and do not bring home negroes.’
    Sadly, Miss Denise, my daughter (I never have treated her as anything but) admits that she sees herself as ‘Scottish’ though, she has never been there nor knows any of their kind – but, after spending many years on the theoretical internet with ‘immature white-nationalist nerds’ (as you, M’am, might say) and watching filthy unreal Yankee-Leftist-Jewish tawdry TV, she, like so many of my addled and flustered Southerners, identifies herself through this, because she simply cannot accept herself as a Southerner!

    In conclusion, M’am, I thank you for all your dialogue and for your good etiquette. Certainly I respect the strength of your convictions, though, as a Southerner (Hungarian Ashkenazick Jewish blood or no) I cannot cotton to many of them. Your conversation is unfailingly interesting, though. I admire that you so young and yet, have educated yourself so well – and that you are so forthright.

  23. @BGriffin…

    ‘I’m not familiar with Sheriff Williams, but he was probably long gone before I was born.’

    I’m sorry, Sir. I just saw this. Yes, he was in office perhaps a dozen years before your mama brought you to light.

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