There is no Escape!
By David Duke
There is no escape from the terror of the future.
You can run away for a while.
But the terror will catch up to you.
It will destroy you and everything you love.
No, I am not talking about a new Hollywood horror movie. I am talking
about America. America is changing from the land of our forefathers to
a place where we are no longer at home in spirit, and where our
families are no longer safe in their own homes.
New Orleans has become increasingly like Haiti since the 1960's Civil
Rights movement integrated the schools. Since then, White civil rights
have steadily disappeared.
First the schools deteriorated into cesspools of violence, drugs,
ignorance, barbarity and venereal disease. Blacks always had access to
public schools, but now, almost all Whites were driven from them. They
went from a majority, to less than four percent today. Whites were
driven from the buses and streetcars. In the buses where Blacks once
rode in the back, now Whites dare not ride at all! To do so is just
too dangerous. Friendly and tidy White neighborhoods discovered the
true joys of forced racial integration: junk cars, prostitutes and
drug dealers on the streets. The only Whites remaining in many
neighborhoods fearfully live now behind bars in homes that have become
reverse jails meant to keep the criminals out.
Black political power transformed New Orleans into a corrupt Black
banana republic. Taxes went up, services went down. The condition of
the streets wrecks the cars. Housing projects are so strewn with trash
they look as though they belong in a Third World Country. Rape, murder
and robbery are daily occurrences in the same city where I could once
walk anywhere as a child. Of course, traditional American values and
culture are gone now also. America founding fathers names such as
George Washington's are removed from schools by the Black school board
because he is, "an immoral example for the children." Kwanzaa, a Black
pagan celebration, has replaced Christmas celebrations in schools.
For the last forty years, Whites have steadily fled the city of New
Orleans. They left thousands of the beautiful and stately homes; many
of the beautiful, oak-lined boulevards; and the intangible history and
charm of what was once America's most romantic city. Now its old charm
can only be found in a few heavily policed areas that the tourists
visit or where the very richest live. Yet, frequently a tourist will
veer from the protected areas and find themselves robbed, raped, or
murdered by denizens that would be more at home in the most primitive
tribes of Africa.
The White refugees first fled mostly to Jefferson Parish, a White
redoubt where they could regain the semblance of a normal life. But,
then, Jefferson began its demographic darkening, so the Whites again
packed up their belongings once more and moved even further away. Some
ended up across Lake Ponchartrain, willing to drive three hours a day
to get to and from work, all so their families would be safe.
Some even pretended that they came to North Shore for the trees. But
they certainly didn't move to the now Black areas in New Orleans where
flourish live oaks, some of the most magnificent and beautiful trees
in the world. Most of the new North Shore residents knew, at least
somewhere deep inside, why they fled and why they came to the area
where I now live. I was candid about my choice of Mandeville. I like
the demographics. I like being among my own kind, living in the kind
of clean and beautiful environment our people create. In the last
election for U.S. Congress, I warned my neighbors on the North Shore.
I told them that conditions of New Orleans would eventually come to
them unless a great political change happened in America. A week ago,
a graphic example of what I had warned them about, occurred.
Just a mile from where I live and work, in a subdivision called
Woodridge, a beautiful 25-year-old mother of four, Samantha Jaume, was
brutally murdered in her home by a Black intruder who had followed her
home from a shopping center. He apparently wanted to steal her new
vehicle. The quick thinking of her seven-year-old son, Jason, almost
saved his mother and probably prevented the murder of his sisters and
himself. He hid himself under a desk and called the police.
Samantha lost all of her civil rights including her right to live. Her
husband's civil rights were also violated, and her four children
suffered loss of their Civil Rights more than any Black person in the
1960's who had to use separate water fountains. This family lost wife
and mother for the rest of their lives. If you want to know the true
cost of integration, it is White lives. If Mandeville were truly the
White area so many seek, Samantha would still be alive. Do we dare to
discuss the other hundreds of victims who have suffered a similar fate
over the years on the North Shore? Or the millions of White victims of
Black crime across America. And, it can only get worse. When the North
Shore population goes the way of New Orleans, Jefferson, and of the
new America of the 21st century, the loss of Samantha will be replayed
so many times that Whites will become refugees once more. But, where
will they go? Massive non-white immigration, differential birthrates,
and intermarriage will make our people a rapidly shrinking minority.
Our racial enemies will not stop their darkening of America until
there is no refuge for our people, only annihilation.
This is no movie. This is real life. There is no escape from the
coming terror. It is time we turn around and fight. We must wrest
control of our political system from those who would obliterate our
people. It is too late for Mrs. Samantha Jaume, but not too late for
her children, and for our children if we begin our road back today. My
life is consecrated to that task. How about yours?
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