Rebajlo
Mentor
Westside -
This may sound somewhat unbelievable, but I have always placed acute importance on matters of race from as far back as I can remember. As lifelong “racism” has constituted both a genetically instinctive and rationally logical part of my worldview I still fail to fathom how someone cannot be “racially aware”. Well, that’s not entirely true, as the little Rebajlo quickly realised that most people are halfwits with minimal ability to think for themselves and thereby continually succumb to idiotic trends and plainly transparent propaganda. Nevertheless, the absence of a primordially instinctive mistrust and dislike of other races as a basic survival mechanism genuinely baffles me. Then again, I have been accused of habitually overanalysing just about everything for my entire life…
I was a little kid who read voraciously and omnivorously but a frighteningly intense obsession with history always consumed most of my time. By the age of six, I was reading adult history books, many of which had been published in the fifties and sixties. Such works pre-dated so-called “revisionism” and hence provided indisputable evidence of the non-achievement of Negroes and their embarrassing role as mere wide-eyed spectators at the peripheries of the grand pageant of civilisation. Besides, one look at any ebonics spouting American black on TV was enough to convince me that these garish, pronunciation-challenged dopes were even dumber than they were cracked up to be…
Atavism and history tomes aside, I readily admit that my parents also played a significant role in forming my views - particularly my old man.
My father was an old school ultra-hard-core racist who - remarkable as it sounds - made me look like a Caritas overseas aid volunteer and Amnesty International advocate who religiously votes for the Greens, listens to NWA and Public Enemy and prefers Asian women. He had about as much tact as a kick in the nuts with a steel capped boot and displayed a knack for treading on toes wherever he went. I don’t think I ever heard him say the word “black” without immediately following it with “bastard” and he casually employed the N word in even the politest of company.
The old man reluctantly decided to leave England because he was disgusted by the influx of West Indian Negroes and Pakis, predicting that the initial trickle of non-Whites would eventually become a flood. The reason he chose Australia? The White Australia Policy, of course. Too bad it didn’t last…
Unsurprisingly, my father often talked boxing. A lot of that talk centred on the Jewish-driven racial politics which underpinned the blatantly biased decisions Clay received. Just as little tangent, I’d say he probably ran down Joe Bugner even more than Clay.
