I was introduced to public school racial integration my sixth grade year. I have two distinct memories from that experience. The first is that I formed great friendships with Negroids Ronald Lee Rogers and Donald Mapp for a reason that doesn't really matter, though it was a great reason for three barely post-pubescent boys of different races to bond. My second memory is banging together the blonde heads of the spoiled brat and bitch twin brother and sister named Sox for ganging and beating up on a smaller, younger Negroid boy.
The following year, in junior high school, I fell in love, or at least young lust with bright and beautiful Wythene Conyers, the prettiest, sexiest, most exotically attractive girl I had ever seen. Yes, as her odd, but pretty as she is name would hint, she's Negroid. .And for whatever reason, she liked me back. We were just the coolest, hottest couple in school, despite being first year underclassmen.
A couple of years later, to further integrate the school system, the two junior high schools became middle schools and all of the city's ninth graders were put together at Sellars-Gunn Junior High School in the side by side buildings that had been the city's Negroid schools of Jordan Sellars High and Gunn Primary in the days before integration. I remember it as the year of a street shooting, class boycotts and sex in the halls. I reported on the first two for the school newspaper.
In high school, I kept company for a time with Lorita, one of the fabulous Pinnix sisters. She and Anita tried to fool me a time or two, but they couldn't. They, like 'they all' don't look alike.
During my college years, I was intensely and intimately involved with Professor Elena, from a different university. We met doing summer stock theatre together and enjoyed an on-going enjoyment of each other for a couple of years. It was the age difference, not the race difference that parted our ways.
Through the decades of my work life, I have held in high regard and esteem Negroid bosses, colleagues and co-workers. I remember vehemently defending a co-worker named James with the surname of my mother's family, when a Caucasoid co-worker called him 'queer' I felt rather sheepish when I later found out that he was indeed homosexual, which didn't bother me as his difference in race didn't bother me. He was a fine fellow and a well regarded worker by staff, management and customers.. The Caucasoid name caller turned out to be a drunken crack head, who might still be in prison.
There are few people, past and present that I have admired, respected and wished I could know or could have known. Among them are Booker T. Washington, Bill Cosby, Prof. Walter Williams, Charles Butler and his colleagues at The New Coalition, Allen West, J.C. Watts, Clarence Thomas, Condoleeza Rice, Colin Powell, for whom I voted for President, and Herman Cain, whom I'm still hoping will be our first real Negroid President, unlike the half breed, baseborn Bolshevik bafoon presently parading around as such. These are all American Negroids who have relied on the promise of this country and the potential of themselves to achieve and accomplish great things for themselves and their nation. They didn't have a chip on their shoulders. They didn't rely on affirmative action. They realized that they were owed nothing because of historical happenings of two centuries ago. They knew and know that they are owed exactly what every individual of every race is owed; that which they each individually earn. For this, they are labeled as Uncle Tom, Oreo, House Ni&&er and so forth by their racial 'brothers'and 'sisters', like Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Baracka Hussein and Michelle Obama, Eric Holder, The New Black Panther Party, the SEIU, the National Association for Always Complaining People, and their relative countless hordes of other thugs and gangstas like Demario Atwater and Alvin Lovette, Crystal Mangum, the identical cousins of Graham's murder motel, the three thug puscilanimous punk pussies who stomped me in the snow, the two cowards who set afire that Kansas City youngster named Coon, who is not a 'c00n', the Negroid Neanderthals in Baltimore who beat that pitiable Caucasoid drunk and robbed him of everything but his underpants, the Knoxville Negroids who murdered that young Caucasoid couple after carjacking, kidnapping, beating, raping and brutalizing them, including homosexual sodomy, and of course maybe the worst of the worst, Tyrone Woodfork. That psychopath needs to suffer a slow, insidious death, like permanent exile to The Rat Islands. So do the rest of them. And when all is said and done in Sanford, Florida, I, as a man who hasn't placed a serious bet since Super Bowl III, bet that it will be shown and known that Trayvon Martin was on his way to making that list, if he hadn't already.
So, why is it that these brown skinned barbarians are held up by far too many as ones to be emulated, rather than the ones who have actually accomplished and achieved something more than infamy or notoriety?
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