It's a Wonderful Race!

Part 1
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By James Bronson

There once was a college freshman named George who thought he knew it all. While home for Christmas Break, George and his father got into a heated dispute after dinner one night. The argument began when the young student tried to explain to his father that, as White people, they should be held accountable for all the wrongs that they had inflicted upon non-Whites throughout history. . George explained: "Because of European racism and greed, we stole the Native Americans' land, we held African Americans in George's father can't believe what he is hearing! slavery, we persecuted the Jews, and we ruined the environment. We've been oppressive racists for thousands of years so it's only fair that we pay economic reparations for the harm we've done to the world. I'm happy to see we are ending our political and economic domination of the oppressed peoples, but we still have a long way to go." . George's dad was shocked to hear such talk. "Who put that commie-pinko crap into your head, son? Did one of your sandal-wearing hippy college professors teach you that?" the father asked. . To which the son replied: "That's the truth dad. My anthropology professor, Dr. Irving Silverstein, says so. He ought to know. Dr. Silverstein is a critically acclaimed author and a Ph.D. People of your generation just don't understand because you were raised in a White supremacist racist society. That's why I've come to admire Dr. Rev. Martin Luther King as the greatest man in American history. He stood up to the racists of your generation. Because of him, my generation of White kids is completely colorblind." . The father angrily replied: "That's a bunch of horsecrap! I've always been fair-minded and tolerant of people from all backgrounds and races. When have you ever heard a racial epithet come out of my mouth? I haven't "oppressed' anybody, and furthermore there's nothing wrong with identifying with your own people, including the European race of people. Your race is in your blood. It's like an extension of your biological family and you ought to be mindful of your European heritage and identity, just like every other racial group in America is aware of its identity. Why is it OK for them to have a natural sense of racial solidarity but it's evil for us Europeans to feel that way?"

. The young "intellectual" rolled his eyes disrespectfully. . "Come on dad, that's the same kind of White supremacy that Hitler tried to peddle. Those racist attitudes were discredited years ago." . "Discredited by whom?" retorted the father. . "By emminent scholars like Professor Silverstein." replied George. . "He's an emminent buttwipe, that's what he is! He's selling you horsecrap and you're buying it!" . "No dad! He's a leading anthropolgist, and his book, "The White Plague", has been critically acclaimed by The New York Times, Newsweek Magazine, and the Washington Post. I realize you didn't get a chance to go to college dad....so you just don't understand these things. You're just a plumber! There's only one race and that's the human race. Diversity is our greatest strength. Who cares how much melanin we have in our skin? Differences in so-called "race" are as insignificant as differences in belly buttons. Race is only an articial social construct, nothing more. And besides, UN statistics now show that low White birth rates, immigration patterns, and the fact that we live in an increasingly multicultural society and global economy, will mean that Europeans and their ethnocentric and racist culture will have been blended out by the end of the century." .. Turning red with anger, the father yelled: "You are a walking clich you know that boy? Is this what I'm paying for? For you to learn that it's a good thing that the European peoples of the world fade out and cease to exist? Is that what you really want?" . Young George replied, "Yes! I think it's great! We are already down to just 9% of world population and falling. When we are all brown and yellow, it will mean the end of racism and the end of hate. The oppressed peoples of the world would have been better off if us racist White Europeans had never existed to begin with." . "What did you just say?! George's father asked. . "I said I wish us White people had never existed!

And immediately following that statement, there came suddenly a blast of cold wind, an explosion, and a huge smoke cloud. When the smoke had settled, George found himself alone and lost in a cold forest. After a few seconds of confusion and disorientation, a frumpy old man then appeared out of nowhere. He leaned against a tree and spoke: "Well, George, you've got your wish." . George asked: "Where am I? What's going on here? And who are you?" . A wise old angel is sent to educate George. The old man answered: "I'm Clarence P. Oddbody, Angel 2nd class. You've got your wish George. I was sent here to show you what the world would have been like if Europeans, or Whites, had never existed. You now live in a world where White people never existed. No 'dumb blondes' , no redheads, no brown heads, no blue or green eyed devils. Just blacks, browns, and yellows." . "Really? Wow! That's cool! I'll have no problem adapting because there's not a racist bone in my body. And when I get back to my world, I'll be able to tell Professor Silverstein and all my friends how wonderful this non-racist world was. Say, where exactly am I anyway? "You're in what would have been Bedford Falls, New York, standing on what would have been your parents' home at 286 Grove Ave." replied Clarence. George paused, then said: "Oh. I get it. There is no deforestation in a non White world. Unlike the rampaging Europeans, the native Americans were environmentally conscious. Nonetheless, I'm freezing out here. Where's the nearest motel Clarence?" "Motel?" said the angel with a chuckle. "There are no motels here in what you once knew as North America. But there are some caves up in those mountains where you can find shelter." . "Caves?! No way dude. I want a nice warm bed to sleep in." . "I don't think you understand George. There are no buildings here in non-White America because the evil Europeans were never here to build them. Whites never existed, remember? The natives use tents for shelters - you know, "tee pees". Would you like to go meet some local Indians....excuse me...'Native Americans'? Perhaps they'll let you stay in one." "A tent? But it's 10 degrees outside?...Oh well. It's better than a cave I suppose. Let's go talk to the local Chief."

Clarence and George walked through the cold and wet forest for about 30 minutes before George had a sudden thought.

"Wait a second Clarence. Are these Native Americans we are going to visit friendly or hostile?" asked George. . "Why, George, that's a racist question to ask. Just because some American Indian tribes were brutal savages who scalped their victims alive, it doesn't mean they all were like that." said the laughing angel sarcastically. . "I know that, Clarence. And I'm not a racist. I hate racism! There is not a racist bone in my body. There is only one race and that's the human race. Diversity is our greatest strength. Nonetheless, I'd feel safer if I could have a gun to defend myself in case they try to...you know...scalp me alive." . The Iroquois scalping of Jane McCrea. "Gun?" replied the angel. "There are no guns for you to defend yourself with. Firearms were invented by evil Europeans. And besides, liberals like you want to ban guns. You could make a spear with those branches over there." ., "Spears? That's too much work. I have a better idea Clarence! Give me a telephone. I'll call the local Tribe to ask if it's OK for me to come over and sleep there." . "Telephone?" replied the angel. "There are no telephones here. Alexander Graham Bell was another evil White man, so he never existed. No Europeans, remember?" "Forget it, then," replied George. "I'll sleep in the damn cave!" . Upon arriving at the cave, a shivering George asked Clarence for a lighter so that he could light a fire. "A lighter?" replied Clarence. "There are no lighters here, and no matches. Those are European gadgets, and evil Europeans never existed, remember? If you want to get warm, you need to do like the locals do and start rubbing twigs together." "Oh come on, man! You mean to tell me these people still rub sticks together for fire?" " 'These people'? What do you mean by 'these people'?" mocked the angel. "Oh you know what I mean Clarence!"

"George. These Indians live exactly as they did before the evil White man arrived from Europe just a few centuries ago," said the angel. "I refuse to stay in this cold cave, and I damn sure ain't gonna light a fire with twigs, and I refuse to sleep in a teepee! I'll go to Africa. I can make it in a warmer climate, and I'll adapt quickly to the great African civilizations that surely will have developed by now. Which way to the nearest airport?" "Airport?" said Clarence. "There are no airplanes here George. The Wright Brothers, those evil White inventors of the airplane, were never born. This is a world without Whites, remember?" "Oh." said George sheepishly. "How about a ship then?" "Ships?" laughed the angel. "I'm afraid the most seaworthy rafts available to you won't be of much help in crossing the vast Atlantic Ocean. The great Viking sailors and European navigators never existed. No Phoenicians, no Leif Erikson, no Henry the Navigator, no Columbus, no Magellan, no Hudson and no Robert Fulton. Even if you could build your own ship, there would be no compass for you to navigate with and no sextant either. I'm afraid you're stuck here George." George fell silent. Clarence then said: "OK George. I'll let you cheat a bit. Grab onto my magic coat tail and we'll fly to Africa." "Cool!" said George. When they arrived in Africa, George saw thousands of half-naked African tribesmen being herded along a dirt path. They were guarded by other Africans with spears. "What are they doing to those poor men?" George asked Clarence. . "They are being enslaved by another tribe. Slavery was common in Africa long before the Whites arrived." Clarence said. "In fact, most of the slaves who were shipped to the Americas were sold to the mostly Jewish slave traders by African tribal leaders." "This is an outrage!" George shrieked. "Take me to Dr. Martin Luther King. Since his evil White assassin never existed, this great man will still be alive. He's probably a great King somewhere, leader of an advanced civilization. He will free the slaves from their African masters. Take me to him, Clarence."

"George, are you sure you want to do this?" "Take me to him now!" George shouted back. "All right. All right. Follow me George." Clarence led George to a little hut deep in the heart of Africa. The naked women and children gazed upon white George in wonder. Most of the young men were out on a hunt but the older men stayed behind. George was led to the hut of the tribal witch doctor and spiritual leader. There he saw a wild-looking man, covered in smelly animal skins. "What the hell is that?" George asked. "Meet witch doctor Matuno Luta Kinga" Clarence said. "He never became Dr. Martin Luther King because "Dr. King" was not what George expected! there were no universities or seminaries built to educate him. Europeans weren't there to create such opportunities. But he did become the tribe's spiritual leader. He specializes in casting spells. Perhaps he can help you?" The "doctor" gazed in wonder at George. Then he motioned to his henchmen to seize young George. The tribesmen grabbed George and tied him to a tree. . . "Stop it! Let me go! What are they going to do to me?" cried George hysterically. "They're going to cut your balls off George. The good doctor King...I mean Kinga -believes that by castrating you while you are still alive, it will bring good fortune and fertility to his tribe. Ah the benefits of modern medicine." laughed Clarence. "Clarence! Clarence! Help me, Clarence! Help me!" "But George, you told me that you wanted to go to Africa and to meet your hero, Reverend King." Terrified, George replied: "This part of Africa has not developed yet. I can see that now. Take me to North Africa where Egypt and Carthage established great civilizations. Just get me out of here! Please Clarence please! Clarence!" Just as the witch doctor's blade was about to carve out George's testacles, George vanished into thin air. He then found himself on the banks of the river Nile in Egypt. "Thank you Clarence. Thank you," George said. "I don't understand it Clarence. Why does so much of the world remain so brutal and primitive? I learned during Black History Month about many talented black inventors and scientists. Garrett Morgan, George Washington

Carver, Benjamin Banneker, Granville Woods. Then there's Dr. Carson, the top brain surgeon in all of America. Where are these men?" Clarence replied: "Don't you understand yet? America, and Africa, exist exactly as they did before the Europeans discovered them. Civilization as you had known it had only been introduced to these people just a few centuries ago by the Europeans. There are no universities, no hospitals, no means of transportation other than animals, no science, no medicine, no machines. In fact, the wheel hasn't even been discovered in Sub-Saharan Africa! Those black scientists, inventors, doctors, athletes, and entertainers you speak of were never given the opportunity to realize their full human potential because Europeans weren't around to introduce higher civilization and learning to them. There are no George Washington Carvers in this non-European world, no Dr. Carsons, no Booker T. Washingtons, no Benjamin Bannekers, no Michael Jordans, no Oprah Winfreys, no Bill Cosbys, no Barack Obamas..." "Stop it! That's a racist lie!" cried George. "Let's drive over to the great pyramids of Egypt right now and I'll show you one of the great wonders of the world .....built by non-Whites! Get me a car Clarence!" 'A car? asked Clarence. "There are no cars here. Daimler and Benz, the evil German inventors of the internal combustion engine, were never born...nor was Henry Ford. There are no paved roads either. This is a world without evil White Europeans, remember?" "No cars! Damn! I'll just take a train to the pyramids then." Clarence shook his head in wonder at George's stupidity: "There are no trains in this world either, George. Evil White Europeans weren't here to build locomotive engines or to discover the many uses of coal, oil and gas, or to build trains or lay tracks. But I'll allow you to cheat again. Grab hold of my magic coat tail and we'll take a short flight over to the site of the pyramids. You studied geography, so you direct me as we fly." "OK Clarence. But before we go, I need to use the bathroom. Is there a pay toilet around here?" "Toilets?" replied the angel. "There are no toilets or urinals in this world. Plumbing was developed by evil white Europeans. The people in this non-White world still relieve themselves in open fields." "No plumbing?!" cried George "Nope. Makes you appreciate your father, who is 'just a plumber' doesn't it George? Tell me George. Was it your precious Dr. Silverstein who taught you to have such contempt for honest hard labor?

George did not respond. He just looked down in shame. Clarence turned around so George could do his business alongside the river. "I need some toilet paper." George said. "Toilet paper?" replied the angel. "There..." "I know. I know. Toilet paper hasn't been invented yet. Just hand me some leaves then!" Clarence obliged. Then the two of them flew towards the pyramids. George observed: "I don't understand. According to my recollections from Geography class, the great pyramids should be near this very spot. We ought to be able to see them from miles away." "Well, George, I'm sure your professors at the college never told you this, but the ancient Egyptians were not black or brown, not in the early and peak days of their civilization anyway. They were Caucasians. The scientists who examined the Egyptian mummies confirmed this fact. Mummies with blonde and red hair are in museums today - in the world that you once knew that is. Did you know that a 2011 DNA test even proved that Egyptian King Tut shares common ancestry with 70% of British men, and 50% of all European men? Oddly enough, there is NOT a similar DNA match between today's "Egyptians" and King Tut. Egypt's Whites were blended out by Black Nubians. " So, there are no pyramids in this non -White world George, and no Sphinx either. And the later day Carthaginians were also White, as are most of the modern day Berbers of North Africa." "Are you serious? I never heard that before." said George. "Of course you haven't. The truth has been concealed from you. Here, take my laptop. Google "White Egyptian mummies' if you don't believe me."

White Berber girl of North Africa

. George looked at the blonde and red haired mummy photos and read the scientific articles. He stood dumb founded with his mouth open. . .

Egyptian mummies have red and blonde hair!

King Tut's DNA links him to most European men!

George became pensive. He faced northward towards Europe, turned to Clarence and said: "My great grandparents on my mother's side came to America from Holland. On dad's side, grandmom is Italian and French. Grandpop is Scotch-Irish. .....Clarence?" "Yes George."
The Great pyramids were built by white engineers.

"What became of Europe?"

Clarence replied: "Europe became populated by Asiatic tribes who pushed westward. They've settled down a bit but life is much the same as it is in North America. A nomadic existence based on hunting and food gathering. No great cities, no science, no buildings, no culture, no fine art - just a hard daily struggle against life and the elements of nature. In a Europe without evil White people, Rome never existed, nor did Greece. There was no Renaissance either. It's a short flyover the Mediterranean Sea, George. Let's go visit shall we?" "Ah... let's not Clarence! After my experience with Dr. Kinga, I'd rather pass on the unknown."

No Parthenon in Greece.

No Leaning Tower of Pisa in Italy.

No Big Ben in England.

"Take me to Persia then. Surely the great civilization that rivaled Greece will welcome me." George said. .. Clarence laughed out loud. .. No St Basil's in Russia. "Why are you laughing at me?!" shouted George. "Aw come on now Clarence! Don't tell me the Persian Empire doesn't exist either! "George, George, George. Don't you know that the ancient Persian civilization was established by White tribes originating from the Caucus Mountain region of central Asia. Where do you think the term "Caucasian" comes from? These Indo-European tribes were known as the Aryans. In Farsi (Persian) Iran actually translates into "Land of the Aryan." Iran..Aryan...sounds similar right?" Out from the Caucuses: The Great Aryan migrations. . "Oh - my - God! I never knew that! I always thought Aryans were an invention of the Nazis." said George dumbfounded. . Clarence shook his head in bewildered amusement at the ignorance of his young pupil. He continued: . "George, you mentioned that you are part Irish George. Well, Ireland also translates into "Land of the Aryan." The Irish name "Erin" comes from "Aryan", as does the Greek and Italian "Arianna." So you see George, Northern Europeans and Persians originated from the same people." . "Wait a minute Clarence, I'll grant you the linguistic similarities between the Farsi (Persian) and European languages, but Iranians look nothing at all like Northern Europeans." . Clarence replied: "In the north of Iran (Persia), they still look exactly like Europeans. These are the pure descendants of the ancient Persians. Have a look at this pretty White girl George." .

Clarence then handed his laptop to George. . "Wow! She is really beautiful..and she's really.....well, White! She's Persian?" asked George incredulously. .. "She most certainly is. Unfortunately, she doesn't exist anymore - thanks to you George." George could not take his eyes off of the laptop screen. .. "Beautiful isn't she George? There are, or should I say, were, plenty more like her in northern Iran George. Some are blonde, some brunette, and some with chestnut color hair. It would be a shame to erase such beauty from the face of the earth. Don't you think George?" .. "Not if I can help it she won't be!" George replied. .. George handed the laptop back to Clarence. . A pure Persian girl. "Clarence, this has all been very educational. I've reconsidered many of my earlier beliefs and I thank to you. But now I want to visit the great civilizations built by non-Whites. Let's explore the Arab civilizations!" said George as he clutched Clarence's coat. "Clarence, To Mesopotamia!". . "Sorry George, but just like Egypt and Persia, civilizations such as Babylon, Assyria, Sumeria, and even the Ottoman Turkish Empire never got off the ground without the influence of evil White men. Have a look at these Arab Caucasians. Though far fewer than they were centuries ago, they are still many Whites in the "Arab world." said Clarence as he again handed his laptop to George. .. "Wow! Who is that? . "That's Queen Rania of Jordan. Lovely isn't she?" . "I'll say. She looks like Cindy Crawford! I always believed that Arabs were all light brown. She's as fair as Queen Rania of Jordan I am! I can't believe this!" "I see now that we are really going to have to go far east to see a non White civilization. Said George as he again clutched Clarence's coat tail. . "Clarence, to India! One of the richest and most vibrant civilizations the world has ever known."

. "As you wish George." said Clarence as the two flew eastward. .. Upon arriving at the banks of the river Ganges, George beheld a horrible sight. There was a mass of emaciated people wading about in the river, along with dead bodies, animal herds, and human as well as animal waste. Insects buzzed about everywhere as the overpowering stench of the wretched scene filled up George's nostrils. "All right Clarence. Quit playing games!" said George . 'What do you mean George?" . "I know all about the brutal poverty of India's lower classes. That's very unfortunate. But you're being very selective in bringing me to this awful place. Why not take me to the Taj Mahal, or any of the other splendid palaces of ancient India?" Native mobs "bathing" in the filthy Ganges River. . "Because they don't exist George." . "What?!" . "It was the White Aryan tribes that treked across Asia and settled in the north of India, and brought high civilization with them. Any Indian schoolchild knows about the Aryan migrations, but somehow you don't! The ancient Indo-Aryan language of Sanskrit is the mother tongue of Latin, Greek, Farsi, and all of the Slavic and Germanic languages of Europe. It was the White Aryans who civilized India, built the Taj Mahal, and established the world's first universities. Takshila and Nalanda universities educated thousands of scholars from all over the eastern world. Mathematics, science, medicine, philosophy - the Indo-Aryans knew it all and shared their knowledge with other races. This wonderous Aryan-Indian civilization is what European explorers like Marco Polo, Columbus, and others were searching for. I'm afraid you'll not find any software engineers or doctors in that bunch down by the river George. Just like Dr. Kinga in Africa, these folks never got their chance because you have so carelessly erased evil White people from the pages of history!"

George shouted: "Clarence. Now you've gone too far! Don't tell me that the ancient Indians were White men! That can't be. In the world I came from, I knew many Indians and they were not White!" Clarence explained: "As centuries passed, the Indo-European Aryans who created Indian civilization intermarried with the native Dravidian majorities who populated the Indian subcontinent. Gradually the evil White people Aryan and Dravidian blended out, for the most part, along with the advanced civilization they had built. Notice that there are still many fair-skinned Indians and Pakistanis around today, particularly in the north where the Aryans first settled." . George reflected upon Clarence's words. . "Hey. You know what Clarence?" . "What's that George." . "There is this kid in my math class named Sanjay. He is as fair skinned as I am, and he did say that he was from Rajasthan in northern India, and that his family was descended from Kings! ... Wow! You're Aryan child in northern India right Clarence!" . "Aryan genes are rare now, but still present throughout all of Central Asia. Years ago there was a famous photo of an Aryan girl from Afghanistan on the cover of National Geographic." said Clarence. . "That's right! I've seen that image. She was beautiful, and she had these piercing green eyes. Wow. This is too weird." . George became worried. He knew he could never fit into the harsh primitive world he had been thrust into, and he was running out of lands! Suddenly he thought of China. . "China! Yes China! Now you're busted Clarence! China's ancient civilization was as advanced as any White culture." . Clarence stared at George, and then smirked silently. Aryan girl from Afghanistan .. "Aw come on Clarence! You telling me that China is backwards too now because there of no Whites?"

. "Absolutely. Not as bad as India, but there is no high civilization there either." . George sat down on the ground and shook his head. "At this point Clarence, nothing surprises me anymore. Go ahead angel. I'm all ears. Tell me about China. This ought to be good!" "Aryans arrived in western China long before the Chinese did. Again the mummies tell the tale." Clarence explained. . "Mummies?! There are no mummies in China!" laughe d George as he rolled his eyes. Found in China: The red headed "Beauty of Loulan" . "There most certainly are! 100's of them, as old as 4000 years, were discovered in China beginning in the 1980's. The mummification techniques were similar to how the Egyptians dried and mummified their dead. The oldest mummies are DNAconfirmed Whites, some with red hair and even blonde hair. One mummy is 6' 6" inches tall! Here, have a look at what is known as 'the Beauty of Loulan." That's her mummy on the left, and an image of what she would look like in real life on the right." . George took the laptop and gasped at the images. "They found her in China?" . "Yes! Google Chinese mummies George. There are plenty more to look at." George's jaw dropped in stunned amazement as he looked at the images of blonde and red haired mummies of China.

"There's more George. Have a look at the pyramids of China, massive structures MUCH LARGER than those of Egypt! Google: "White Pyramid of China." "Pyramids in China? No way dude!" George then viewed the awe inspiring great pyramids of China's isolated interior. In a state of shock, he then dropped the laptop.
The White Pyramid of China is as tall as the Empire State Building! "Oh my God! You're freaking me out!.....Wow! I can't believe this!!! I didn't know there were pyramids in China! That thing is huge! Why wasn't I ever taught about this in school? What happened to this White civilization Clarence? Where did this they disappear to?"

Clarence explained: "The anti-Whites don't want you to know about this. And the Chinese are too proud to admit the Aryan influence upon their early civilization. In time, Caucasians made contact with the Mongoloids. More recent mummies begin to show Mongoloid features. This indicates that the Whites shared their creative discoveries with the Mongoloids, before being mass murdered and blended out of existence by maurading mixed race Turkic Huns and genocidal Mongols." "And yet, early Mongol Emperors retained some Aryan genes. Genghis Khan, who slaughtered many millions of Aryans and then personally raped many of their women, had green eyes and reddish hair. Even today, northern Chinese still posess traits such as height, square jaws, and in rare cases, blue eyes!" . "Holy cow! You're Paintings depict blue eyed Mongol Emperors! right Clarence! That basketball player Yao Ming is 7' 6" tall, and he looks part European! So, Clarence, without this Aryan influence, what becomes of the Chinese then?" asked George. . "Without the infusion of White genes and White The giant Yao Ming starred in the NBA. civilization, the Orientals remained a simple people. They stopped being nomadic, but never got beyond a basic agricultural society. Far Eastern societies like China, Japan, and Korea became orderly and civil, but not having had contact with the evil western and Indian Aryans, their development reaches a high

water mark and then stops. There are no Fuji films, or Toyotas, or Hyundais in this non White Asia. Even the former Ambassador of China to the United States once acknowledged the great influence that Indian civilization - which was Aryan - had upon China's historical development. Listen to this revealing admission George - from Chinese writer and former Ambassador to the USA, Hu Shih. ...Quote: 'India (Aryans) conquered and dominated China culturally for 20 centuries without having to send a single soldier across her border.' End quote."

It's a Wonderful Race!

Part 2
By James Bronson.

George's last hope is Central and South America.

"So George, do you still believe that the world would have been better off if evil White men had never been born?" . Thunderstruck by the light of discovery, George glanced towards the stars, engrossed in deep thought. And yet, in spite of his new found knowledge, there still remained the flickers of that skeptical stubborn pride, which accompanies the neurotic conceit of a puffed up, psuedo-education. A new thought came to him and he burst out in a final arrogant challenge to his learned teacher.

. "Aha! I've got it! Central and South America! Yes! How could I forget?! The Incas, the Mayans, the Aztecs! Since European racists like Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro never existed, these great civilzations will still be there. By now they will surely have equalled or surpassed those of Europe. Let's go Clarence!" . "Uh, George. I don't think you want to go there my friend. You see..." . George interrupted: "Oh no you don't! Not this time you don't Clarence! Don't even try to stop me. You know I'm right on this one." With that, he clutched Clarence's magic coat tail and shouted: "Peru, here we come!" "As you wish George." . George and Clarence flew southeast across the Pacific Ocean, finally arriving in an abandoned mud hut in the midst of what George believed to be Incan territory. Ever the

whiner, George immediately began to complain about the heat and humidity. . "Clarence, this hut is hot like an oven. I'm sweating up a storm here. Get me an airconditioner please." .. "Air-conditioner?" replied the angel. "There are no air-conditioners here. Air conditioning and refrigeration were inventions developed by an evil White man named Willis Carrier, who never existed now." . "What?! You mean to tell me that in the year 2012 that even the Incas still haven't figured out a way to keep their homes or their food cool?" a frustrated George asked. . "No George, they haven't..... And they never will." .. "This is ridiculous. I can't keep living like this. Let's go to the main city to see the Emperor. He's probably hanging out at one the pyramids. Where's a car...Oh, I forgot...no cars! Dammit I'll walk. Let's go." . After walking through the jungle for about an hour or so, it began to get dark. George then asked Clarence for a flashlight so that he could see. . "Flashlight? Sorry George, but Thomas Edison was an evil White man too...and he was never born. There are some branches over there if you want to make a torch." . "Never mind that!" George shouted back. . Suddenly, George spotted some local tribesmen hunting nearby. "Look Clarence! Incans! They can take us to the Emperor and introduce me!" shouted George as he ran to greet them. "George! You don't want to that George. ....George!" "Ola! Ola! ...Amigos! ....Come esta usted?" George yelled out in broken Spanish. A frustrated Clarence put his palm to his face, then glanced up towards Heaven: "There must be an easier way for me to earn my wings Lord."

As George neared the natives, one of them loaded his blow gun and ejected a poison dart at him. "Ouch!" cried George, as the dart pierced his thigh. Realizing that he was in trouble, George began to run away from the natives. They gave chase, shooting three more darts into George's back and buttocks.

Jungle dwellers of Peru try to poison George.

"Clarence! Ow!...Clarence! Ouch! ...Clarence Ahhhh! Save me Clarence!" Clarence grabbed hold of the dying young man, detoxicating him instantly with his magic touch before flying away to safety high atop the Andes mountains. George fell asleep. When he awoke the next day, he asked Clarence: "Clarence. What is wrong with these people? I only wanted to make friends with the Incas. Is there anybody civilized on this God forsaken world?" "Sit down my friend, and Iet me tell you about the Incas, Mayans, and Aztecs." George sat down upon a stone and gave Clarence his full attention. "Incan and Mayan legends both clearly tell about a race of white skinned, blonde and red haired, blue eyed 'giants' who taught the local people how to settle, farm and build. Just like the Indo-Aryans spurred the development of Far East civilizations, so too did these Whites bring civilization to Central and South America." "But Clarence. That does sound possible. But how much faith can you put in local legends?" George asked.

A blue-eyed Incan mummy mask

"The local oral histories are just one piece of the puzzle George. There's much more. We also have the written accounts of the Spanish explorers, describing in great detail a remnant of gentle, blue-eyed, red and blonded haired White people, whose women were highly coveted by the Incan elite. The Incans had been unable to kill them off completely, but these Whites did eventually blend out. They were known as "The Cloud People" because their settlements were built high up in these Andes mountains. Clearly, they must have retreated to the mountains beacuse they lived in fear of the very Incan civilizations which they had spawned many centuries earlier." .

"When the Spanish Conquistadors arrived in the 16th century, The "Cloud Warriors", as well as many of the colored natives, eagerly joined forces with the Spaniards. Native tribespeople saw the Spaniards as the returning "White Gods", come to liberate them from brutal Incan and Mayan oppressors, who would often practice human sacrifices on the oppressed natives." .

The "Trulli" settlements in Southern Italy Northwest Africa to South America: closer than people realize.

"Wow. Just wow!" said George. "You know what Clarence?" "What's that George?". "I bet an offshoot of the Egyptians, or maybe a lost White civilization pre-dating the Egyptians, brought civilization to this part of the world! The Incans, Mayans, and Aztecs An ancient "Cloud People" settlement in Peru. copied the White template, then blended out or killed out the original Whites." George theorized. "Just like the Huns and that mass murderer Genghis Khan did to the Aryans of the Far East!" Clarence was impressed with his student's progress. "Why George! That's the first independent critical thought that I've heard come out of your mouth! In fact, the Incan religion does teach that their 'God' killed off the evil White giants. Very good George! Now, tell me how you came to your conclusions George." "Well, think about it Clarence. The Egyptians built pyramids.... and the American civilizations built pyramids!" "Continue" Clarence said. "The Egyptians mummified their dead rulers and placed them in pyramids with their possessions. ....and the Incans and Aztecs mummified their dead rulers and placed them in pyramids with their possessions." "Excellent! What else?" asked Clarence. "The Egyptians sailed in reed boats.....and the Incas sailed in reed boats." "You have cracked the code my son! What else?"

George continued: "The Egyptians used bows and arrows.....and the pre-Spanish civilizations used bows and arrows." "Keep going! You're on a roll George!" "The Egytpians wrote by using heiroglyphic images.....and the pre-Spanish civilizations wrote by using heiroglyphic images....and,...... and it's not that far of a boat ride from northwest Africa to the easternmost part of South America. It's the shortest, and the calmest, part of the Atlantic Ocean. A good size reed vessel could do it!" said George with great excitement. He went on: "Pyramids, mummies, reed boats, heiroglyphics, bows and arrows, even similarities in their social structures and religions. You mark my words Clarence, one of these days some blonde and red haired White mummies will be discovered in Peru! Wait and see!" Clarence handed his laptop to George and said: "Uh, George. They already have. Google: White Peruvian mummies will you please." "No way! Don't tell me.......OH - MY - GOD!!! .....I was right! Ancient White mummies in Peru!" George dropped the laptop, put his face in his hands, and dropped to his knees. Emotion and exhaustion had overcome him. Inca / Maya / Aztec and Egypt: So many similarities.

. . .

White Peruvian mummies match those in Egypt and China.

Egyptian reed boat.

Incan reed boat.

Inca / Maya / Aztec and Egypt: So many similarities.

Egyptian pyramid

Mayan pyramid

. "My brain is overloading Clarence. Pyramids and White mummies in China......pyramids and White mummies in South America.....pyramids and White mummies in Egypt. UN-BE-LIEVEABLE!!!" "But that's not all George! There was a 9,000 year old mummy found in Nevada, wrapped in cloth that was very intricately woven. No one had previously known that it was possible to weave like that at that time."
Aztec pyramid

"Mummies in North America too?!! You're killing me Clarence!" "It's true George. Have a look at this news report from a local Nevada TV station."

"I can't believe this Clarence! I mean...I do believe it...but I can't believe it!!!" "But wait! There's more George. I didn't tell you about the pyramids of southeastern Europe. There are pyramids in Bosnia that are as much as 30% taller than the largest one in Egypt. Oh, and did I mention the Ziggurat pyramids of Iran and Iraq? And then there were the Solutreans, the original ancient White settlers of North America who also disappeared, murdered off by by the ancestors of todays 'Native Americans'......and the Ainu, an ancient Caucasian people whose legends claim that their ancestors arrived in Japan long before the Mongoloid peoples displaced them. The historically persecuted Ainu people still have a slightly mixedThe evidence is clear! White Solutreans of North race remnant living on a Japanese island....And then there are America were genocided by new arrivals from Asia. the bright blonde and red headed black natives of the Solomon islands, yet another reminder of a lost people whose genetic remnants serve as a living testament to their ancient existence."

Ancient White mariners evidently dropped some "seeds" among the Negro population of the Solomon islands. Long before modern British explorers discovered the island, the frequency of straight haired blonde or redhead natives has varied between 5 - 10 %. Of course, as with the red and blonde haired mummies, modern "scientists" attribute this to some "anomaly".

George was speechless. Clarence continued: "It's always been the same old story George. Whites build a civilization. Then they come into contact with another race. The other race benefits from contact with the Whites. Over the course of a few centuries, the races blend into a new hybrid race. The Whites then diminish in number and influence as the civilization stagnates. In some cases, such as the Huns, Incans, Amerindians, and

Mongols, malevolent envy will drive the colored and/or hybrid race to actually turn on the remaining original Whites, physically murdering off the White males, and then 'stealing their genes' by rape-mating with the White women. Finally, to add insult to injury, the hybrid and colored races then claim credit for the historical achievements of the very people that they either blended out or genocided! And woe to any honest researcher who attempts to point out these inconvenient truths...for he will be branded as a 'racist.' " George began to feel sick in both his body and his mind. He could now see where his current world was heading and it upset him deeply. George became violently ill. He bent over and began vomiting. "You've been given a great gift George.....a chance to see what the world would have been like without your people. You see George. Your father was right. You really had a wonderful race. Don't you see what a foolish mistake it is to be ashamed and guilty about your own people, and to let them just die out? This cold and brutal place is what the world would be like without the creative spark of Edison and Ford and Pasteur and Marconi. No great scientists, or mathematicians, or inventors or fine artists. No Archimedes, no Aristotle, no Socrates, no Alexander, no Renaissance, no Newton, no Kepler, no Goddard, no Mendel, no Tesla, no Faraday, no Guttenberg, no Shakespeare, no Dickens, no Twain, no Mozart, no Beethoven, no Da Vinci, no Michelangelo, no Galileo, no Copernicus. No Venice, no Paris, no Lisbon, no Madrid, no Zurich, no Berlin, no St. Petersburg, no Budapest, no Rome, no Milan, no Vienna, no London, no New York, no Rio, no Sydney. No orchestras, no museums, no universities, no hospitals, no libraries, no theaters, no radio, no books, no television, no electricity, no refrigeration, no heating, no plumbing, no houses, no steel, no stadiums, no vaccines, no cars, no planes, no trains, no ships, no dentists, no surgeons, no computers, no telephones, and most important - there's no creative genius to be found that could create and sustain such a high level of civilization. There's nothing for the people of this world to build upon. It's just a daily struggle for subsistence. A brutal planet where the few people who aren't mired in eternal ignorance and darkness have reached their peak of civilization and are advancing no further." Clarence went on to lecture the broken and depressed young man for seven days straight. He covered everything. History, science, economics, philosophy, art, literature, fine music, architecture, medicine, politics, agriculture, religion, and all the creations and contributions that the Caucasian peoples had made in every conceivable field of human endeavor. George listened closely to every word. He felt like a man who had been reborn. . "Clarence. You have enriched me more than all the gold in the world could. If any angel deserved his wings, it's you my dear friend. But there is one thing that I still don't understand Clarence." "And what's that George?"
GLOBAL HUMILIATION OF WHITES!

. "Who is behind the antiWhitism of the modern world? Who is covering up the undeniable facts you have shown me? And why? To what end? The media is always harping about racism. Racism this! World Cup of Football: All White Italian and Ukrainian teams are made to hold "anti-racism" banner. Racism that! Hollywood and our schools are just as obsessed. People like Professor Silverstein are only fixated on white racism. If a black commits a violent crime against a white, you hardly hear about it. But when a White says something even mildly inappropriate, it's front page news! From the time I was a child, I recall anti-racism hysteria constantly being thrown in my face. Why Clarence? Why do Whites like Silverstein constantly rub our noses in it? And what's with all the 'dumb blonde' jokes?' " . . "George. Of what ethnic nationality is Silverstein?" Clarence responded. "Well. He's Jewish. And he's constantly reminding us about how his dad, his grandparents, two of his uncles, and three of his aunts were all 'Holocaust survivors'. I think even his dad's dog was a Holocaust survivor' ." George chuckled. "You see George, most people of all races are decent folks who go to work and mind their own business. But every race, including Caucasians, has its intolerant members. Ethnic bigotry can infect people of any race. Just like there are White bigots, there are also Black bigots, Chinese bigots, and yes, even Jewish bigots, mostly descendants of the Turkic Khazars. Black racists refer to Whites as 'crackers'. Hispanic racists refer to Whites as 'gringos'. Jewish racists refer to Whites as 'goy' and to White women as 'shiksas'. That's where the slang terms "guy" and "chick" come from. And even some of the peaceful Asians are getting in on the anti-Whitism. Chinese-American author Amy Chua, the socalled 'Tiger Mom" had an article published in the Wall Street Journal which carried the insulting headline: "Why Chinese Mothers are Superior."

The Jewish Supremacist will claim to be "White", so that he may subvert Whites from within. Just like Professor Silverstein, Jewish Supremacist Tim Wise of Tulane, author of 'White Like Me', has called for the end of the White race. Noel Ignatiev, a Harvard Jewish Supremacist and author of "Race Traitor", has also openly called for abolishing the White race. These Smug author Amy Chua with her two daughters. "Chinese mothers are superior" Marxist Jewish supremacists figure that if they to Whites moms. can put the Aryan Whites out of business, then their mostly Turkic Caucasian ethnic sub-group will reign supreme over the World Government that is to come. Already, Jewish supremacists like Silverstein have gained control over so much of America's news media, Hollywood, academia, and the major banking institutions. Just Google "Jewish media" and "Jewish Hollywood" or "Jewish bankers"." . George understood immediately: "Oh my God! You're right Clarence. Of course. A hateful Race War is being waged against us White people, and we don't even know it! We are so brainwashed and preoccupied with White Guilt that we cannot see that it is we who, throughout history, have been targetted for mass murder and elimination! And these genocidal Marxists have also been instigating other races against us! 'Diversity' is a code word for divide and conquer, and 'Anti-racism' is a code word for anti-White!' " . Clarence smiled proudly and clapped his hands in applause: "Bravo George! Bravo! Encore! Encore!" . George continued: "Diversity is not OUR greatest strength.......It's SILVERSTEIN'S greatest strength!" . "Bravo! Bravo! George! The student has surpassed the teacher!" . George took a playful bow.

Tulane Professor Tim Wise calls for an end to Whites.

Newsweek gleefully mocks the growing unemployment among White men.

. . ."Clarence." . "Yes George." . "Take me back to back to my world. I want to go home now." "I'm sorry George. I'm not authorized to do that. Only my boss can make that call." Clarence replied. "Speaking of home, I'd best be getting back myself, before my wife begins to think I have a girlfriend." . Clarence the Angel then floated off of the Andes Mountains towards heaven. "I hope you have found all this to be educational, and I hope you have learned an important lesson. Enjoy your world George!..And do give my regards to Dr. Kinga." mocked the departing angel. . "Clarence wait! Don't leave me here! Clarence!!!" . George began to sob like a baby. It was the year 2012 and he was alone and hungry in a backwards world where Whites had never existed. He cried out to the heavens: "Please God. I see what a fool I've been. I understand now what my father was trying to tell me. I want to go back to the world that I came from. A world where Whites not only existed, but blessed and uplifted all of humanity with their astounding creativity and noble

Harvard Professor Noel Ignatiev's Journal "Race Traitor" spews hatred of Whites.

Even White babies are attacked as "racist"!

altruism. I want to live in a civilized world again. Please God!...take me back!...take me back!...Oh God....please." George then heard the sound of footsteps marching towards him. Through the morning mist he could barely glimpse at the approaching mob. The local tribesmen were coming to kill him. But for the first time in his life, young George was fearless. His recent experiences had hardened him and he was determined to stand his ground. George picked up a stone the size of a grapefruit, and cocked his arm in preparation of the coming final conflict. With the heart of a lion, and the balls of an elephant, George addressed the approaching gang of 150: "Come on you sons of bitches! I may be the last White boy on this planet but I tell you what...yall gonna remember George Bailey, son of the great Peter Bailey! I may die here on this mountain, but as God is my witness, I'll take a handful of you racist bastards with me. Yeah, that's right! You picked the wrong White boy to mess with today! Come on! You wanna play rough? ...OK...we play rough! Come on bitch!" As George was about to launch his stone, he mocked the approaching group: "Say hello to my little friend!" In that moment, a woman's voice rang out: "George - Walter - Bailey! Is that anyway to speak to your mother?! You put that stone down this instant!" shrieked the woman leading the crowd. "Mom???!" When he was just 10 years old, George's mother had been killed in car accident by a drunken illegal immigrant who ran a stop sign. Yet here she stood again, as young and beautiful as George had remembered from his childhood. He dropped his weapon and rushed to her. The two embraced tightly. "Oh mom. Dad and I miss you so much. You'll never believe what I've been through. I've been such a fool." "I know George. You don't have to explain honey.... George, do you remember this woman?" Mrs. Bailey then pulled away and motioned her hand to her own mother. "Grandma!!!" cried out George as he rushed to embrace her. Grandma Jackie as she was known had herself passed away just 2 years earlier. "Oh Grandma. I miss you and Grandpop so much. You were the best cook ever!"

"And you were always my favorite grandson Georgie Porgie. I have someone who I'd like you to meet. George, meet the woman who taught me how to cook!" George took one look at this other woman, and immediately recognized her from an old family photo album. It was his Great Grandmother Corrie, originally from The Netherlands. She had passed away in 1962, well before George was even born. She embraced George and kissed him all over as if he were her own baby. "Oh Great Grandma! It's so wonderful to meet you!" George said as he fought back tears. George had never before heard Dutch. Yet, he was able to understand everything the Dutch woman said. As they concluded their loving embrace, George's Great Grandmother passed him off to her own mother, for another round of hugs, kisses, and tears. When George's Great Great Grandmother was done smothering George, she handed him off to her own mother. And on and on the love-chain went, through so many centuries of time. Some of the women had blonde hair. Some had red hair. Some were brunettes. They had blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes. So much variety, but they were all so beautiful, and all looked so strikingly familar! As George went down the line, he noticed how the dialects and the languages of the women changed, the costumes of the women changed, the religious symbols changed, but the pure love and affection that they had for George never diminished. His 150th Grandmother from 2000 BC will hold and kiss him as warmly as his own mother had! Likewise, George's own feelings for these women did not diminish as he went down the long line. George realized that he was now part of something big, something far more meaningful than the superficial ties of political ideology, the temporal ties of nationalism, or even religion. It was his blood that bound him to these women, and to all of their own husbands, sisters, bothers, and countless millions of other cousins not present. The mere equivalent of one bus load of women, is all that it took to link George to 4000 years of his people's history. When George reached the end of his maternal line, he looked upon the familiar face of a beautiful young woman with hair of red silk. He immediately recognized her as the living version of "The Beauty of Loulan" - the "Chinese" mummy that Clarence had shown him! Somehow, her surviving descendants must have migrated away from ancient China, perhaps fleeing westward from Mongoloid oppresors, and eventually reaching a safe haven in tiny Europe as the centuries passed?

George discovers that he is a descendant of "The Beauty of Loulan"

."Oh Greatest Grandmom. You were the most beautiful mummy the world has ever known. But I think I like you better this way!" The woman understood, and laughed as she and George embraced. The ancient red haired beauty then picked up the stone that George had originally found. With a look of utter contempt in her eyes, she spit upon the stone. As she handed it back to her young champion, "The Beauty of Loulan" looked into George's eyes and spoke forcefully: "Honor thy mothers! Protect our family! George looked back into her piercing green eyes and replied: "I will." With that, George's string of 150 White foremothers walked off into the mist of the Andes, into the mist of history. Suddenly, the mist grew thicker. The sky opened up and a torrential downpour of warm rain came down upon George. He closed his eyes and basked in the warm water and mist. When he opened his eyes, he could see a soap dish in front of him, and a shower nozzle above his head. He realized that he was back in the bathroom of his college dormitory. Drunk with joy, George began showering with his clothes still on! "Warm water! And soap! Plumbing is a beautiful thing! Life is beautiful!" he screamed. George's floormates looked at him as if he was George now appreciated the comforts of the world. crazy. "George! Have you gone crazy?" asked a bewildered schoolmate. "No my friend. I haven't taken leave of my senses. I've come to them!" George replied. . George then began to sing classic European folk songs in the shower. Miraculously, he was able to sing in many different languages. He sang 'O Sole Mio' in Italian, 'Amazing Grace' in English, "Guantanamera" in Spanish, and 'Gloire Immortelle' in French. Tears of sheer joy began to stream down his cheeks. The degenerate music of Hip-Hop and Rap lost all of its appeal to young George. After his hour long shower, George drove to a nearby restaurant and ordered two whole entrees. One was Lasagna and the other was a delicious Veal Marsala. With his Italian food he had a Greek salad with Spanish olives, drank two glasses of French wine, followed by a German pastry for dessert. He finished his meal off with a hot cup of English tea and a Cuban cigar. George said out loud: "Oh those European peoples and their delicious cuisine. Clarence

was right after all. What a wonderful race!" George was happy to be back to his world, but at the same time he realized there was much work to be done. He thought of all those poor whites in Rhodesia and South Africa who were being murdered and raped ever since they gave up political control of those once great nations that they had built. He thought of the many thousands of qualified Whites who were passed up for good jobs and college entrance because of racial quotas that deliberately discriminate against Whites. . He thought about the rapidly declining birthrates among all the European nations of the world. He remembered that Europeans everywhere were dwindling in numbers every year even as their own nations were being flooded with third world immigration. He recalled having read about the infamous O.J. Simpson verdict, and how millions of Blacks in America OPENLY cheered when that brutal double murderer was set free by an all black jury after stabbing two Whites to death. And the Los Angeles riots of 1992, where dozens of Whites were dragged out of their vehicles and killed like dogs in the streets by packs of White-hating monsters who went unpunished! . LA Riots (1992): After being pulled from his truck, Reginald Denny's skull is He smashed by rioters. remembered his father once talking about how Jesse Jackson led a cheer at Stanford University: "Hey Hey Ho Ho, Western Civ. has got to go!" His European blood began to boil in righteous indignation when he recalled that Jackson once said that he enjoyed spitting in White people's food when he was a young hotel worker. . He recalled how Barack Obama, without any evidence, rushed to condemn an innocent White police officer Obama's buddy Jesse Jackson: "Spitting in white people's food gave me a sense of gratification." as a racist. . He also remembered how Obama and his racist Black Attorney General Eric Holder, refused to prosecute members of the New Black Panther Party for openly intimidating White voters with night sticks. .

. . . He thought about how the anti-Whitist Obama disrespectfully puts his feet on the historic "Resolute Desk" in the White House Oval Office...and how Michelle Obama wastes millions of taxpayer dollars on lavish personal vacations.
No respect! Obama puts his feet on the historic Resolute Desk in the White House Oval Office.

. . George now understood that that his people were, again, on a collision course with worldwide disaster and genocide. He remembered his 150 maternal Great Grand Mothers and was resolved that this great people must not perish from the face of the earth. They WILL survive!

They must not perish!

Classic European art. A Norman Rockwell Painting: Boy returning home from summer camp.

.. George was eager to see his father. He longed to embrace him and apologize for all of the foolish and disrespectful things he had said to him. But first, he had a score to settle with a certain college professor. George put on his best suit and tie. He plugged his ear phones in and blasted Wagner's 'Ride of The Valkries' ". . George marched across the campus with a look of controlled rage in his eyes. He marched into Dr. Silverstein's auditorium with his head down, and quietly took a seat in the back row. The nasal voiced devil soon began lecturing on and on about racial and gender inequalities in European-centered civilizations. It was vintage Silverstein. George's impressionable White schoolmates, with their baggy pants, hip-hop clothes and backwards baseball caps, were swallowing Silverstein's poison pills hook, line and sinker. George allowed Silverstein to spew his cultural toxin for about 20 minutes. He then raised his hand so that he could give the Marxist professor a piece of his newly educated mind. "George Bailey? Is that you? I remember you from last semester. I wasn't aware that you were here today. I failed to recognize you in that shirt and tie, and without your earrings. You must have enjoyed my course so much that you signed up again eh? Class, I'd like for you to meet George. He was one of my brightest students last semester. He truly has a thorough grasp of the ideas presented in this course. George, would you be so kind as to tell my class about that brilliant term paper you wrote about European racism, imperialism, and the need for monetary reparations?" And that's when young George let loose on the unsuspecting Professor!

Silverstein has no idea what's coming!

. You scheming devil! You mendacious fabricator of falsehoods! You pusillanimous purveyor of pinko propaganda! How dare you try to corrupt and manipulate our young minds when your filthy lies." Some of the sleeping students were rocked awake and brought to attention by George's suddenly thundering voice. "We Europeans have nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to apologize for, and everything to be proud of. And most of all, we don't owe anybody jackdidly-squat!!!! Not one thin dime! To the contrary, it is the rest of humanity that owes us a debt which can never be repaid, and a debt for which we have always been too noble to collect upon! We are the rightful heirs and protectors of a rich cultural heritage. You vile manipulator! We are the sons of the ancient Aryans, the Egyptians, the Greeks, the Persians, the Romans, the Celtics, the Vikings, the Normans, the Saxons. How DARE you inflict shame and guilt upon us? We Europeans didn't just contribute to civilization...WE ARE CIVILIZATION! And from this day forward, I declare that we will no longer tolerate you so-called 'intellectuals' trying to tear our people down. Never again will we walk on eggshells when we speak, always fearing that we might be called "racist." Your clever sophistry and verbal gymnastics will never fool us again Silverstein! We no longer care what people think. All that matters now is restoring the truth which you have perverted to your own demonic ends!" "I know what you are up to! I know now why you corrupt my young peers by shoving lies and false heroes down their throats. Enough of your Marxist games of divide and conquer, you commie pinko subversive! We don't want to hear anymore about slavery, Martin Luther King, Barack Obama, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, Black History Month, or 'The Holocaust'. Your false heros would not have amounted to anything without the institutions of high civilization created by the European peoples. I'm going to set this class straight about who the truly great men of history are - the European, and pre-European statesmen, scientists, explorers, monarchs, navigators, conquerors, inventors, artists, writers, philosophers - the innovative giants of history that you and your ilk have erased from our collective memories. You speak of a world liberated from all White influence? Permit me to tell your students about such a world, Silverstein, because I can speak from personal experience, you wretched little conspiring communist monster!" You speak of White oppression Silverstein? Really? Really? Let me tell you something, you miserable little piece of filth. It is WHITES, more than any other peoples, who have had to endure hateful persecution and GENOCIDE.

"ENOUGH!!!

From Genhis Khan's Mongols murdering and raping many millions of Aryans. To the Asiatic Huns tormenting our ancestors from the frontiers of Eurasia all the way to the doorstep of Northen India. To the Amerindians, genociding the original White Solutrean settlers of North America. To the brutal Incas and Mayans crowding out and hunting to extinction the original Whites of South America. To the Blacks of 1804 Haiti murdering the White French down to the last man, woman, and child. To the Khazarian-Jewish Bolsheviks starving out and murdering millions of White Russians. To the modern day Hun Joe Stalin starving millions of White Ukrainians to death. To Moroccan troops raping thousands of Italian women and slitting their husbands' throats at Monte Cassino during World War II. To the Asiatic and Bolshevik hordes of the Soviet Union gang raping 2 million German women. To Robert Mugabe and Nelson Mandela presiding over the little known anti-White reign of terror now taking place in Southern Africa. And yet, we still remain noble and decent enough to let the past stay in the past, and to not blame the descendants of our historical tormentors for the sins of their forefathers. You call us "White Supremacists"? You call us "a hate group." And yet it is we who continually extend our hands in friendship and tolerance to all races, sub groups, nationalities, and religions of the world. It is not 'hate' which animates us, but rather LOVE - love for our ancestors. We seek neither domination, nor confrontation, with any other race. BUT.....but make no mistake....... the days of Whites being crapped upon, and gleefully accepting it, are OVER! The self hatred and the White guilt are over! Hence forward, anti-Whitism will be deemed as intolerable and "politically incorrect" as any other form of racial or ethnic bigotry. You hear me Silverstein?" Silverstein turned white as a ghost. He was shellshocked and rendered speechless for the first time in his career. Never in all of his years at the University had a student dared to so boldly challenge his falsehoods. Speaking from the heart as well as the mind, and with an eloquence he

never thought he could muster, George broke out into a 60-minute monologue on history, science, philosophy, culture, and all the other attributes that constitute high civilization. The young students were captivated by George's brilliant oratory. Some were moved to tears. "Now THAT'S what I call a man!" swooned one of the female students as George spoke. By the end of his tirade, George's reawakened classmates were thundering their approval of his speech. Even many of the non- Whites could not help but be impressed with the power, the logic, and the sincerity of George's words. They saw him not as an enemy, but as a great leader of his people, and a shining light for all of humanity, who was due his proper respect. Unlike the weasly worded weakling Whites of the University, the non-Whites found George's boldness and honesty to be a breath of fresh air. The entire class gave George a standing ovation. The White students thanked him for helping them rediscover and reclaim their lost identity. In just one unforgettable hour, the unstoppable power of raw truth had melted away years of Marxist guilt tripping, self hate, wimpishness and cultural brainwashing But he wasn't done yet. For his closing act, George pulled out his unusually heavy bookbag.
The stupid and weak boy became a wise and heroic champion.

"And finally Silverstein, there is one more bit of unfinished business that I have with you. You've been demanding reperations. Well, I have the first installment for you. It is a heartfelt re-payment from a great Lady that I recently had the pleasure of meeting." George reached into the bag and picked up the stone which he had brought back from the Andes, the stone upon which his great ancestor had spat upon and given to him. "I got your payback right here Silverstein!" He cocked his mighty arm and let loose his hardened missile from the top of the auditorium. "The 'Beauty of Loulan" says 'Hello!' " shouted George just as he launched.

Silverstein tried to block the speeding projectile with his frail arm. The force of the stone shattered his forearm, and deflected into his face. Silverstein's nose was smashed up into pieces, and chards of broken glass from his spectacles were embedded in and around his eyes. The pinko professor fell backwards, cutting the back of his head open against his desk. The class then erupted in laughter as the inspired White students proceeded to storm out. As they pass the badly injured professor, the young men violently foot-stomp and spit upon their former Marxist mentor, throwing their hip-hop baseball caps and nose earings at him as they stampede out the door. "Dang! These White boys is off the hook!" laughed one of the awestruck Black students. The students lifted George up upon their shoulders and carried him out of the auditorium like some conquering hero of antiquity. They proceded to rampage and make mayhem throughout the campus, infecting others with the virus of truth while pulling Marxists out of their classrooms by their hair and beating them senseless in the streets! George beheld the great spectacle and was pleased. With a glint in his eye and a lump in his throat, George glanced up towards heavan, winked, and said:

Anti-Whitism will no longer be tolerated!

"Thank you, Clarence. Thank you." . Meanwhile, back at the auditorium, laying in a puddle of his own blood and urine, a badly injured Silverstein was left humiliated and shaken. He knew that these reawakened Europeans could no longer be brainwashed with "political correctness" and guilt. His great fear was that more of these White youths would soon reawaken and take their countries and civilizations back from the Marxists. . Silverstein was worried, but he remained confident that most young people would never learn the truth about their glorious past, their precarious present, and their ruinous future. Afterall, the media, Hollywood, the music industry, the colleges, and the schools are mostly controlled by "liberals" like Silverstein. With the power of political correctness in their hands, they can continue to tear down our European ancesters, destroy our institutions and traditions, instigate Blacks and other races against Whites, flood

America with third-world immigration, and push degenerate "entertainment", homosexuality, and other garbage onto a weak, confused and morally degenerate youth. After reflecting upon these facts, Silverstein smiled a devilish grin and muttered to himself: "A few of these White sheep may wake up to what's being done to them, but the majority of these idiots never will." And he smiled again....and laughed with diabolical Marxist glee. Then he repeated to himself "No...they won't see it until it's too late." But for the first time in his academic career, a voice of fearful doubt had crept into Silverstein's subconcious. He added: "They'll never figure it out..........Or will they?"
THE BEGINNING