black propaganda

I wrote earlier, of the seemingly ineffective anti-crime notices everywhere to be found in the Yoo-kay, and the possibility that they actually provoke the behaviour they ostensibly decry. A recent piece by Will Tell, on the murder of Irina Zarutska, and the possible motivations of the killer:

he [the average black male] feels as a result of ideological conditioning and the constant barrage of media propaganda, that every woman should be EASY for HIM.

[this results in] a natural biological resentment; thanks to the incoherence between progressive egalitarian propaganda, and the way people actually are.

Every time I go to my bank, to contemplate how little money I have, I am confronted with something like this:

The previous image was of a grinning black woman. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a white person on the Halifax bank’s homepage. The propaganda seems to be saying, “sure, right now white people are still the majority but very very soon they will all be gone; this picture is from the near future, a future which will be black — no Indians/Pakistanis, no Arabs, no Chinese, no hispanics, obviously no whites — just Africans.”

Obviously, for non-blacks the Halifax is sending a message: “you are not welcome, you may be here now but we will get rid of you, one way or another.” For blacks, the message is “you are our ideal customer, you are the future, you are the human ideal.”

All very well and I can imagine some silly white woman with a job title like Diversity and Humanity Coordinator, thinking that the reason gentlemen of African descent are many times more likely to wind up in prison for murder is because they just don’t have enough representation, not enough positive role models on TV, and by ramming them into every possible advertisement some future Decarlos Brown Jr, instead of stabbing a random white girl to death, will opt to become a brain surgeon, his natural aptitude for sharp blades put to more pro-social ends.

But what if all this black-affirming propaganda, basically presenting blacks as the master race, the natural partners for Nordic beauties, as rocket scientists and lawyers and geniuses, instead of remaking biological & cultural reality as per the Leftist dream just exacerbates matters? A personal anecdote: when I graduated, 25 years ago, I was assured of a decent job; I had attended a good grammar school and then the university you go to if you can’t get into Oxbridge (as my 6th-form teacher put it), I left with the highest possible grades and all seemed rosy, until I actually began applying for jobs.

I turned out to be unemployable precisely due to the aforementioned grades, no work experience, not being a woman, having a highly introverted character and an expressive, weird face. And that was years before I became a fascist pagan sorceror, a pipe-smoker; this was before I lost 3 fingers and went blind in my right eye. I was relatively normal.

I racked up about 300 job rejections in 3 years, before I turned to minimum wage temping (as recorded in my temp memoir, 4.5, which constitutes the second half of Vocations). These were difficult years, and part of the difficulty lay in the grotesque contrast between my miserable life and the glorious career everyone had promised me, and some even continued to prophesize (usually silly women, who would accuse me of deliberately sabotaging myself or being somehow “afraid” because they were incapable of grasping how the world might present to a man). As I got older and became a minimum wage English teacher my wretched lot became curiously easier to bear, because people accepted it was too late for me to have a “career”, that the best I could hope for was to scrape by teaching English as a foreign language. The dissonance had resolved, now the judgements of others matched my own sense of things.

I imagine life for the average gentleman of African descent to be one of constant cognitive dissonance: every billboard, every TV ad or show, every film, every website presents him as the undisputed Übermensch, the natural apex predator, the culmination of all human being & evolution. He watches a film: the tech genius is invariably black; the villain is always white. He logs in to his bank, he sees a leering black man. He sees a clothing ad, the model is black. According to the media, the average African IQ is 140, blacks are inherently moral, charismatic, exciting, sexually desirable, in contrast to every other race but especially those lame whites who for some reason are still hanging around pretending they invented stuff instead of just enslaving proud black geniuses and taking all the credit. But then Tyrone goes to school and can’t understand the most basic mathematics, can’t concentrate to read, and comes out with the lowest possible grades (if any); then he gets in trouble with the police for stabbing a rival drug dealer, then it turns out employers aren’t too keen on violent uneducated sub-90-IQ psychopaths, and so Tyrone’s life increasingly deviates from the mirror world of regime propaganda. His shitty life must seem especially galling, contrasted with the ubiquitous black geniuses everywhere in the media about him. In every advert, every TV show, being black is a passport to the good life; but in reality Tyrone failed school, he has no idea who his father is, he has himself sired several bastard children on a dozen baby mommas, he responds to every imagined slight with immediate violence; he has gold teeth, he wears trainers, he is known to the police. Evolution designed him for a short harsh brutal life on the African savannah, hunting and fighting and fucking everything that moves, and now he lives in a high-rise tower in Sweden or London or Paris, paid for by the white devil.

It’s almost as if all the black positive propaganda isn’t designed to boost black self-esteem but rather to spite Tyrone, to enrage him, to inculcate violent resentment & bitterness.

When pro-whites are in power, we must align the propaganda with reality, for Tyrone’s benefit. I would suggest a gradual tendency to veracity, so for example the Halifax bank’s homepage still features a proud black man but now he has an ankle monitor and there’s a bloodied machete in the background; the message now is “When you get out of prison, you can pay your welfare into our bank, and if you get a job, well, I mean you probably won’t, but if you do, you can of course use our services.”

All very reasonable, I’m sure we can agree.