Here's a personal rant.
The other day I pulled up to a car at a light near my old neighborhood (this is in/near Detroit). There is a white kid in the car and he has the music too loud, thumpin' that rap sh!t. The car is all tricked out, (what is considered cool for today anyway), those idiotic giant chrome rims and small tires, various other gaudy add ons to the outside: neon lights, high performance stuff that won't improve the "performance" of the POS he is driving at all. The car is a loud late model JAP vehicle, that looks pretty poorly maintained and must run like crap.
He is dressed to piss off his parents I guess. Hair is cut down to nothing except for a spot on top, typical style I see on a lot of blacks, he's pierced all over, has a tatoo on his neck (that's smart!) some japanese symbol, and he's dressed like a black hip hop singer.
So anyway I start to think that about 25-30 years ago I was stopped in my car at this same light, with the music too loud also.
Then I think of the difference. I was driving an American car. It was a hot rod 72' Chevelle. 396 4bbl. and it was fast. Krager chrome rims, big slicks, spoiler, raised intake, etc. I was listening to Deep Purple or Steppenwolf or some such. I had long hair that pissed off my parents. I wore a black leather jacket, all the facial hair I could grow and was probably high on something.
I'm not saying I was any better then this kid but here's the difference. I was living MY culture. I was driving a car my PEOPLE had made and listening to music that MY PEOPLE created. I was dressed in the manner of MY PEOPLE at the time.
Back then we HATED black culture. It disgusted us. If ever any kid picked up on it then he was totally ignored when he wasn't getting his ass beat, and we kicked a lot of ass too.
There was nothing about being black that was cool. It was stupid and ignorant like the people that had created it. We hated their music, the way they dressed, the cars they drove. In my neighborhood (this same frickin neighborhood!) we were at war with blacks. We did not constantly fight them, allthough it sometimes came to that, we mostly just ignored each other. They feared us and we were wary of them and that was it.
It was a working class white neighborhood and if anyone had ever floated the idea that blacks were superior athletes then they would get laughed out of the place. We had plently of great white ones to counter any argument.
Now look at things. It's like we lost a war. And instead of the honor of dying for the cause we are forced to live in servitude, wear their stuff, be entertained in the way they want. Give our children over to them.
The light I was stopped at was at 8 mile. The same 8 mile that spawned the symbol of our cultural defeat: Enimem. Makes one think.
The other day I pulled up to a car at a light near my old neighborhood (this is in/near Detroit). There is a white kid in the car and he has the music too loud, thumpin' that rap sh!t. The car is all tricked out, (what is considered cool for today anyway), those idiotic giant chrome rims and small tires, various other gaudy add ons to the outside: neon lights, high performance stuff that won't improve the "performance" of the POS he is driving at all. The car is a loud late model JAP vehicle, that looks pretty poorly maintained and must run like crap.
He is dressed to piss off his parents I guess. Hair is cut down to nothing except for a spot on top, typical style I see on a lot of blacks, he's pierced all over, has a tatoo on his neck (that's smart!) some japanese symbol, and he's dressed like a black hip hop singer.
So anyway I start to think that about 25-30 years ago I was stopped in my car at this same light, with the music too loud also.
Then I think of the difference. I was driving an American car. It was a hot rod 72' Chevelle. 396 4bbl. and it was fast. Krager chrome rims, big slicks, spoiler, raised intake, etc. I was listening to Deep Purple or Steppenwolf or some such. I had long hair that pissed off my parents. I wore a black leather jacket, all the facial hair I could grow and was probably high on something.
I'm not saying I was any better then this kid but here's the difference. I was living MY culture. I was driving a car my PEOPLE had made and listening to music that MY PEOPLE created. I was dressed in the manner of MY PEOPLE at the time.
Back then we HATED black culture. It disgusted us. If ever any kid picked up on it then he was totally ignored when he wasn't getting his ass beat, and we kicked a lot of ass too.
There was nothing about being black that was cool. It was stupid and ignorant like the people that had created it. We hated their music, the way they dressed, the cars they drove. In my neighborhood (this same frickin neighborhood!) we were at war with blacks. We did not constantly fight them, allthough it sometimes came to that, we mostly just ignored each other. They feared us and we were wary of them and that was it.
It was a working class white neighborhood and if anyone had ever floated the idea that blacks were superior athletes then they would get laughed out of the place. We had plently of great white ones to counter any argument.
Now look at things. It's like we lost a war. And instead of the honor of dying for the cause we are forced to live in servitude, wear their stuff, be entertained in the way they want. Give our children over to them.
The light I was stopped at was at 8 mile. The same 8 mile that spawned the symbol of our cultural defeat: Enimem. Makes one think.
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