Welcome to Scribd, the world's digital library. Read, publish, and share books and documents. See more
Standard view
Full view
of .
Look up keyword
Like this
0 of .
Results for:
No results containing your search query
P. 1
200907 American Renaissance

200907 American Renaissance

Ratings: (0)|Views: 80 |Likes:
American Renaissance July 2009. A White Teacher Speaks Out; The White Nation of Africa; La Raza Eyes the Supreme Court; The BNP Goes to Strasbourg; O Tempora, O Mores!; Letters
American Renaissance July 2009. A White Teacher Speaks Out; The White Nation of Africa; La Raza Eyes the Supreme Court; The BNP Goes to Strasbourg; O Tempora, O Mores!; Letters

More info:

Published by: American Renaissance on Feb 04, 2011
Copyright:Attribution Non-commercial


Read on Scribd mobile: iPhone, iPad and Android.
download as PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd
See more
See less





American Renaissance - 1 - July 2009
A White Teacher Speaks Out
Vol. 20 No. 7
There is not a truth existing which I fear or would wish unknown to the whole world.
Thomas Jefferson
July 2009
American Renaissance
What is it like to teachblack students?
by Christopher Jackson
recall a bad joke that explains, incrude terms, the relationship be-tween blacks and whites in Americatoday: “What do you call a white mansurrounded by 20 blacks?”“Coach.”“What do you call a white man sur-rounded by 1,000 blacks?”“Warden.”I might add another line to this joke:“What do you call a white man sur-rounded by 30 blacks?”“Teacher.”Until recently I taught at a predomi-nantly black high school in a southeast-ern state. I took the job because I wasn’tknowledgeable about race at the time,and black schools aren’t picky. Theschool offered me a job and suddenly Iwas in darkest Africa. Except, I wasn’tin Africa; I was in America.Blacks outnumbered whites aboutfive to one at this school and therewere hardly any Hispanics. Some of my classes were all-black, or nearly so,because the gifted and advanced classessiphoned off most of the white studentsand I taught regular classes. There weresome black teachers but the majoritywere white.Most of the blacks I taught were fromthe area. They did not tend to travel verymuch, and I am sure there are regionaldifferences in the ways in which blacksspeak and act. However, I suspect myexperiences were generally typical,certainly for Southern blacks.The mainstream press gives a hint of what conditions are like in black schools,but only a hint. Expressions journalistsuse like “chaotic” or “poor learningenvironment” or “lack of discipline” donot capture what really happens. Thereis nothing like the day-to-day experienceof teaching black children and that iswhat I will try to convey.
Most whites simply do not know whatblack people are like in large numbers,
One of the most immediately strikingthings about my students was that theywere loud. They had little conception of ordinary white decorum. It was not un-
me at once. Instead of calming down andwaiting for a lull in the din to make theirpoint—something that occurs to eventhe dimmest white students—blacks justtried to yell over each other.It did no good to try to quiet them, andwhite women were particularly inept attrying. I sat in on one woman’s class asshe begged the children to pipe down.They just yelled louder so their voiceswould carry over hers.Many of my black students wouldrepeat themselves over and over again— just louder. It was as if they sufferedfrom Tourette syndrome. They seemedto have no conception of waiting foran appropriate time to say something.They would get ideas in their heads andsimply had to shout them out. I might beleading a discussion on government andsuddenly be interrupted: “We gotta getmore Democrats! Clinton, she good!”The student may seem content with thatoutburst but two minutes later, he wouldsuddenly start yelling again: “Clintongood!”Anyone who is around young blackswill get a constant diet of rap music.Blacks often make up their own jingles,and it was not uncommon for 15 blackboys to swagger into a classroom,bouncing their shoulders and jiving back
Continued on page 3
Blacks are loud. It was
-dents to be screaming atme at once.
Not quite the way it really is.
American Renaissance - 2 - July 2009
 Letters from Readers
Sir — Thank you for publishing myarticle on the British National Party inyour previous issue. However, I wishto clarify my reference on page 6 to the“enemy within.” I meant to explain thatthe difference this time is that we arenot under assault from foreign attackersand that the enemy is within our owncountry, in the shape of our own politi-cal establishment. In the words of LeoMcKinstry, a journalist who is a formerparliamentary aide to the deputy leaderof the Labour Party, Harriet Harman,
with loathing for their nation.”Tim Rait, British National PartySir — After reading Tim Rait’s articlein the June issue (“A Breakthrough forthe BNP?”), I began reading Britishnewspapers online to follow the cam-paign. The press coverage of the BNPhas been appalling: “fascism” this and“racism” that. The tabloid papers, the
and the
 Daily Mail
are the worst,but the mainstream papers such as the
are almostas bad. Unlike in the US, British news-papers don’t pretend to be ideologicallyneutral, but their coverage of the BNPbordered on the hysterical. I wonder if the press is actually doing the BNP a fa-vor by portraying it as a party of lunaticNazis. It is so easy to discover that thisis wrong and biased that I would thinkmany voters would be driven to learnmore about the party.Emma Hughes, Savannah, Ga.Sir — “Whitewashing Jack Johnson”in the June issue triggered a youthfulmemory. I actually saw the movie “TheGreat White Hope,” starring James Earl
evil racists because he dared to chal-lenge white supremacy in the ring andthe bedroom. His white love interest wasplayed by lefty actress Jane Alexander,and although I held liberal views onrace typical of college students at thetime (the early seventies), I recall theirlove scenes made me squirm uncomfort-ably. If I knew that the story was basedon a real person, I had forgotten it. The
nothing at all like the real one described
admit I fell for the Hollywood propa-ganda of the time.Chuck Quinn, Eugene, Ore.Sir — I enjoyed—if that is the correctword—your article about Jack Johnson.As you correctly noted, women were aconstant preoccupation for him, but youfailed to note the very real attractionshe appeared to have for them, blackand white. He was no low-
Negropugilist. Not many whites could havewritten this:“There have been countless womenin my life. They have participated inmy triumphs and suffered with me inmy moments of disappointment. Theyhave inspired me to attainment and theyhave balked me; they have caused me joy and they have heaped misery uponme; they have been faithful to the utmostand they have been faithless; they havepraised and loved me and they havehated and denounced me. Always, awoman has swayed me—sometimesmany have demanded my attention atthe same moment.”His first known affairs were withblack women but he claimed thatthey had turned on him. In his 1927autobiography he wrote that these badexperiences “led me to forswear col-ored women and to determine that mylot henceforth would be cast only withwhite women.” In fact, he never gaveup black women.Your article mentioned Johnson’smarriage to Etta Duryea whom you de-scribed as a “New York socialite.” Shewas certainly that. She was glamorous,wealthy, dressed elegantly, played thepiano, and sang. When Johnson mether at the Vanderbilt Cup car race, shewas 28 years old and had been separatedfrom her husband for two years. Manyfashionable young New Yorkers werechasing her but she took up with John-son. She certainly would not have takenup with a lout.Although Johnson was as unfaith-ful to Etta as to any other woman, he
convinced Etta was sleeping with herFrench chauffeur and hired a private
Day, 1910, he got into an argument withher about it and beat her so badly she hadto be hospitalized—and this was beforethey were even married. Somehow, shetook him back, and they were wed lessthan a month later. As you note in yourarticle, Etta shot herself not long after.She suffered from depression, and ittook a stouter constitution than hers tobe married to Jack Johnson.Johnson’s next openly acknowledgedgirlfriend was an 18-year-old whiteprostitute named Lucille Cameron. Hermother disapproved. “Jack Johnson hashypnotic powers,” she said, “and he hasexercised them on my little girl. I wouldrather see my daughter spend the rest of her life in an insane asylum than see herthe plaything of a nigger.” They married
His next wife, Irene Pineau, divorcedher white husband in order to marry him.He must still have been charming at age46. She stuck with him to the end, andwhen a reporter asked him what sheloved about Johnson, she said “I lovedhim because of his courage.”Like it or not, Johnson must havebeen a remarkable man.Sarah Wentworth, Richmond, Va.
American Renaissance - 3 - July 2009and forth, rapping 15 different sets of words in the same harsh, rasping dia-lect. The words were almost invariablya childish form of boasting: “Who gotdem shine rim, who got dem shine shoe,who got dem shine grill (gold and silverdental caps)?” The amateur rapper usu-ally ends with a claim—in the crudestterms imaginable—that all womankindis sexually devoted to him. For whateverreason, my students would often groaninstead of saying a particular word, as in,“She suck dat aaahhhh (think of a longgrinding groan), she f**k dat aaaahhhh,she lick dat aaaahhh.”Many rap lyrics are crude but someare simply incomprehensible. Not solong ago, there was a popular rap called“Tat it up.” I heard the words from hun-dreds of black mouths for weeks. Someof the lyrics are:
Tat tat tat it up. ATL tat it up. New York tat it up.Tat tat tat it up.
Rap is one of the most degeneratethings to have come out of our country,and it is tragic that it has infected whitesto the extent it has.Black women love to dance—in away white people might call gyrating.They dance in the hall, in the classroom,on the chairs, next to the chairs, underthe chairs, everywhere. Once I took acall on my cell phone and had to stepoutside of class. I was away about twominutes but when I got back the blackgirls had lined up at the front of theclassroom and were convulsing to thedelight of the boys.Many black people, especially blackwomen, are enormously fat. Some areso fat I had to arrange special seating toaccommodate their bulk. I am not sayingthere are no fat white students—thereare—but it is a matter of numbers andattitudes. Many black girls simply do notcare that they are fat. There are plentyof white anorexics, but I have never metor heard of a black anorexic.“Black women be big Mr. Jackson,”my students would explain.“Is it okay in the black community tobe a little overweight?” I ask.Two obese black girls in front of my desk begin to dance, “You knowdem boys lak juicy fruit, Mr. Jackson.”“Juicy” is a colorful black expressionfor the buttocks.Blacks are the most directly criticalpeople I have ever met: “Dat shirt stupid.Yo’ kid a bastard. Yo’ lips big.” Unlikewhites, who tread gingerly around thesubject of race, they can be brutally tothe point. Once I needed to send a stu-
asked for volunteers, and suddenly youwould think my classroom was a bastionof civic engagement. Thirty dark handsshot into the air. My students loved toleave the classroom and slack off, evenif just for a few minutes, away from theeye of white authority. I picked a light-skinned boy to deliver the message. Onevery black student was indignant: “Youpick da half-breed.” And immediatelyother blacks take up the cry, and half a dozen mouths are screaming, “Hehalf-breed.”For decades, the country has beenlamenting the poor academic perfor-mance of blacks and there is much tolament. There is no question, however,that many blacks come to school with aserious handicap that is not their fault.At home they have learned a dialect thatis almost a different language. Blacksnot only mispronounce words; theirgrammar is often wrong. When a blackwants to ask, “Where is the bathroom?”he may actually say “Whar da badroombe?” Grammatically, this is the equiva-lent of “Where the bathroom is?” Andthis is the way they speak in high school.Students write the way they speak, sothis is the language that shows up inwritten assignments.It is true that some whites face asimilar handicap. They speak withwhat I would call a “country” accentthat is hard to reproduce but results insentences such as “I’m gonna gemmea Coke.” Some of these country whiteshad to learn correct pronunciation andusage. The difference is that most whitesovercome this handicap and learn tospeak correctly; many blacks do not.
Continued from page 1
American Renaissance is published monthly by theNew Century Foundation. NCF is governed by section501 (c) (3) of the Internal Revenue Code; contributionsto it are tax deductible.Subscriptions to American Renaissance are $28.00 per year. First-class postage is
outside Canada and the U.S. (air mail) are $40.00. Back issues are $4.00 each. Foreignsubscribers should send U.S. dollars or equivalent in convertible bank notes.Please make checks payable to: American Renaissance, P.O. Box 527, Oakton, VA22124. ISSN No. 1086-9905, Telephone: (703) 716-0900, Facsimile: (703) 716-0932,Web Page Address: www.AmRen.com
American Renaissance
Jared Taylor, EditorStephen Webster, Assistant EditorRonald N. Neff, Web Site Editor
These are their heroes.

You're Reading a Free Preview

/*********** DO NOT ALTER ANYTHING BELOW THIS LINE ! ************/ var s_code=s.t();if(s_code)document.write(s_code)//-->