78% of white woman ages 15-30 are attracted to Black Men
tiligibar
said that 78% of white
woman ages 15-30 are attracted to black men. But its just not the u.s,
russian women tend to like
african american men alot. In germany and australia IR dating is big.
Alot of Eastern European
women do seem to take alot of interest in bm. It seems that the black
male/white woman is very
common nowadays. Even in the south in places like ga, tn, sc, nc, miss,
la, or tx you can find
bm/ww.
Does anybody know why this is happening? I have a co-worker who told me
to hook her up with a
black dude. I did now thats all she talks about everyday at work all day
long. How great he is &
how much fun she is having since they started dating. She told me she
even has gotten her
girlfriends to date black men and they like it to.
White Power
<Gues...@universe.com> wrote:
<filthy anti-White propaganda removed>
The White women who make themselves available to blacks, as well as the
blacks so uppity that they take up the offer, must be killed.
From "The Turner Diaries", Chapter 23:
August 1, 1993. Today has been the Day of the Rope-a grim and bloody day,
but an unavoidable one. Tonight, for the first time in weeks, it is quiet
and totally peaceful throughout all of southern California. But the night
is filled with silent horrors; from tens of thousands of lampposts, power
poles, and trees throughout this vast metropolitan area the grisly forms
hang.
In the lighted areas one sees them everywhere. Even the street signs at
intersections have been pressed into service, and at practically every
street corner I passed this evening on my way to HQ there was a dangling
corpse, four at every intersection. Hanging from a single overpass only
about a mile from here is a group of about 30, each with an identical
placard around its neck bearing the printed legend, "I betrayed my race."
Two or three of that group had been decked out in academic robes before
they were strung up, and the whole batch are apparently faculty members
from the nearby UCLA campus.
In the areas to which we have not yet restored electrical power the
corpses are less visible, but the feeling of horror in the air there is
even worse than in the lighted areas. I had to walk through a
two-block-long, unlighted residential section between HQ and my living
quarters after our unit meeting tonight. In the middle of one of the
unlighted blocks I saw what appeared to be a person standing on the
sidewalk directly in front of me. As I approached the silent figure, whose
features were hidden in the shadow of a large tree overhanging the
sidewalk, it remained motionless, blocking my way.
Feeling some apprehension, I slipped my pistol out of its holster. Then,
when I was within a dozen feet of the figure, which had been facing away
from me, it began turning slowly toward me. There was something
indescribably eerie about the movement, and I stopped in my tracks as the
figure continued to turn. A slight breeze rustled the foliage overhead,
and suddenly a beam of moonlight broke through the leaves and fell
directly on the silently turning shape before me.
The first thing I saw in the moonlight was the placard with its legend
in large, block letters: "I defiled my race." Above the placard leered the
horribly bloated, purplish face of a young woman, her eyes wide open and
bulging, her mouth agape. Finally I could make out the thin, vertical line
of rope disappearing into the branches above. Apparently the rope had
slipped a bit or the branch to which it was tied had sagged, until the
woman's feet were resting on the pavement, giving the uncanny appearance
of a corpse standing upright of its own volition.
I shuddered and quickly went on my way. There are many thousands of
hanging female corpses like that in this city tonight, all wearing
identical placards around their necks. They are the White women who were
married to or living with Blacks, with Jews, or with other non-White
males.
There are also a number of men wearing the l-defiled-my-race placard,
but the women easily outnumber them seven or eight to one. On the other
hand, about ninety per cent of the corpses with the I-betrayed-my-race
placards are men, and overall the sexes seem to be roughly balanced.
Those wearing the latter placards are the politicians, the lawyers, the
businessmen, the TV newscasters, the newspaper reporters and editors, the
judges, the teachers, the school officials, the "civic leaders," the
bureaucrats, the preachers, and all the others who, for reasons of career
or status or votes or whatever, helped promote or implement the System's
racial program. The System had already paid them their 30 pieces of
silver. Today we paid them. :
It started at three o'clock this morning. Yesterday was an especially
bad day of rioting, with the Jews using transistorized megaphones to whip
up the crowds and egg them into throwing stones and bottles at our troops.
They were chanting "racism must go" and "equality forever" and other
slogans the Jews had taught them. It reminded me of the mass
demonstrations of the Vietnam era. The Jews have a knack for things like
that.
But by three o'clock this morning the crowds had long since finished
their orgy of violence and chanting and were in bed-all except a few
groups of diehards who had rigged up loudspeakers and were blaring System
radio broadcasts out over the surrounding neighborhoods, broadcasts which
alternated between screaming rock "music" and appeals for "brotherhood."
Squads of our troops with synchronized watches suddenly appeared in a
thousand blocks at once, in fifty different residential neighborhoods, and
every squad leader had a long list of names and addresses. The blaring
music suddenly stopped and was replaced by the sound of thousands of doors
splintering, as booted feet kicked them open.
It was like the Gun Raids of four years ago, only in reverse- and the
outcome was both more drastic and more permanent for those raided. One of
two things happened to those the troops dragged out onto the streets. If
they were non-Whites-and that included all the Jews and everyone who even
looked like he had a bit of non-White ancestry - they were shoved into
hastily formed columns and started on their no-return march to the canyon
in the foothills north of the city. The slightest resistance, any attempt
at back talk, or any lagging brought a swift bullet.
The Whites, on the other hand, were, in nearly all cases, hanged on the
spot. One of the two types of pre-printed placards was hung on the
victim's chest, his hands were quickly taped behind his back, a rope was
thrown over a convenient limb or signpost with the other end knotted
around his neck, and he was then hauled clear of the ground with no
further ado and left dancing on air while the soldiers went to the next
name on their list.
The hangings and the formation of the death columns went on for about 10
hours without interruption. When the troops finished their grim work early
this afternoon and began returning to their barracks, the Los Angeles area
was utterly and completely pacified. The residents of neighborhoods in
which we could venture safely only in a tank yesterday were trembling
behind closed doors today, afraid even to be seen peering through the
crack in drawn drapes. Throughout the morning there was no organized or
large-scale opposition to our troops, and by this afternoon even the
desire for opposition had evaporated.
I and my men were in the thick of things all day, mostly handling
logistics. When the execution squads began running out of rope, we
stripped several miles of wire from power poles to use in its place. We
also rounded up hundreds of ladders.