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> I really have to agree with this man,you all always bitch about shit that
> happened two fucking centuries ago,grow the fuck up, pull your pants up
> and get a job and some fucking responsibilities
Being born White is a blessing, all the more so if you happen to live
in an all-White residential area. But with these blessings comes a
responsibility to protect and defend what god in his good graces have
bestowed.
And so it came to pass, that at a neighborhood picnic last summer,
several of the homeowners noted an increasing number of black faces
roaming our quiet suburban streets. Now, beings that this is an all-White
neighborhood, there is no crime, but there is also no reason for all these
coloreds passing through. In order to keep the crime rate at zero, so our
brave law enforcement officers can focus their attentions on coontown, some
of the neighborhood men decided there and then to form a posse.
We go out on random nights to patrol and already we've had some small
success. Just a few weeks back we caught a nigger walking up through
the churchyard coming from the park. It was nearly 11 P.M. and he was
carrying a bottle of beer. We stopped him and asked where he was
going. He started in to his niggerbabble about how he was just minding
his business and so should we. We wouldn't let him pass and persisted
in our questions. Realizing he was in a potentially bad situation, he
muttered some shit about going to his friends house. "Your friend live
around here?" asked #4 (we never use our real names on patrol). "Well
no, he libs out ova-dere" the nigger waved his arm in a small arc.
"We'll it's dangerous to wander around in the dark, maybe we should
escort you" chimed in #6. "Oh no, I'll be fine" said the nigger. "Oh
no, we insist" said I. And so it was we walked that coon nearly a mile
to the edge of our neighborhood. When we stopped at the curb and left
him go on walking we could he hear him give a sigh of relief.
Personally, we were just glad to be rid of him, he was sweating like a
racehorse and was stinking pretty bad (probably from all the crack he
had just smoked in the park and the sheer fear of being lynched).
Since then, whenever one of us is out cutting grass and we see some jigaboo
bopping down the street, we stop the mower and go ask him what he's up to.
Other folks out doing yard work stop to stare, ready to lend a hand if the
nigger starts something. Word must be getting out because we've seen a lot
less coons lately. And not a single nigger complained to the cops either.
What are they gonna say? Some polite White man stopped to ask where I was
going? And then, showing his concern, warned me to be careful while passing
through his neighborhood? Hell, that's no crime, that's just being
"neighborly".