The Black/White Relationship in America

This is Jamal.

Jamal, this is everyone.

Most of my arguments are framed in familial terms and this will be no different. We're talking about tens of millions of people here, so to try to understand what's going wrong, I think it's best we reduce the scale to make it comprehensible.

Let's start by imagining the United States not as the world's most powerful nation but instead a family.

For the sake of our example, we're going to say that Dad is the government, and Mom is the legal system. Dad's a progressive. Always has been, despite what the neighbors have angrily muttered over the years.

From the day he had that punch-up with Grandpa Tommy on July 4 (and the second round on the 18th of the 12th), he's not been what you'd call traditional.

In fact, he's made it something of a point to throw his weight around in this regard over the years--especially after he drove over to Grandpa Tommy's place to help his father beat up Uncle Fritz; a fight that Grandpa Tommy started, no matter what he or Dad say.

Mom follows Dad's lead, not because she has to, but because she's basically a liberal zealot. She'll often push him further to the left than even he's willing to go, and we, the kids, have no say in it whatsoever. Mom's word is law. Let's talk about us kids. We're what you might call a "blended family".

In the beginning, there were just a few kids with blonde hair and one kid with black hair named Jamal.

Jamal's upbringing was consciously different than the others, thanks to Mom & Dad. Because other people with dark hair in the past were treated undeniably badly by people with fair hair, Mom & Dad decided that it was only correct to treat Jamal very special.

If he wasn't constantly told about it, Jamal literally would have had no idea about the suffering of those people, now long dead, who also had dark hair. Nor would he have related those sufferings to himself, as he'd not suffered in even a remotely similar fashion himself.

As I said, his life has been different to the other kids. If he failed to clean up his room, if he lashed out violently, if he stole things from the local store or did badly on his exams at school, all that Mom & Dad would do is pat him on the head, say "there, there" and proceed to tell him that it's not his fault, he can't do any better, and that he's right to be angry, because bad people in the past were mean to other people with darker hair.

"You mean people like them?" Jamal asked, pointing at his fair-haired siblings.

"Exactly like them," Dad nodded, before forgetting which room he was currently in.

Perceiving his status as all humans innately do, growing up, Jamal pushed the boundaries from day one. He did the most amazingly bad things and he wound up spending an insanely disproportionate amount of time in the naughty corner. Way more than the other kids.

The sad thing was, the more Jamal took out his completely uncontrolled feelings on his siblings, the more divided his siblings became.

"He's right to be angry," Francesca would say, even as Jamal pulled her braids. "We did awful things to people like him." Francesca, like half of the fair-haired kids, liked to wear blue t-shirts and dresses

"I guess, but... um... I think maybe we should do, uh... something," replied Bobby uncertainly, as he drooled stupidly on his red t-shirt. He was worried that the others, especially the blue shirt kids, would think he was a Hairacist.

"All of you can piss off," her brother Gunter would reply. Gunter was by himself, and Gunter liked to wear Black. He liked to look at Jamal, smile darkly, and play hangman on the whiteboard.

Some of the red t-shirt kids liked Gunter and were considering joining him in wearing Black. Every time Jamal beat them up, every time he got off lightly when they would have been really badly punished, every time he was allowed to go to the front of the lunch line, they tore a little piece of their red clothing away.

All the kids in Blue hated Gunter, mainly on the advice of a nice fellow we've met before. That nice fellow had been talking to Jamal at school.

His name was Sam [This is Sam: https://twitter.com/Texan_Jack/status/1656658519733698560].

Deep down, Jamal knew that Sam didn't really like him. He suspected that Sam was just using him to get back at the fair-haired kids, who he hated for some reason. Sam thought all the fair-headed kids were like Gunter.

Sam got Jamal stuff. If he got into trouble with the teachers, Sam would explain that it was his siblings' fault, not his.

When he was sent to the principal's office, Sam would go along as a support person. One time, Sam reminded the principal of this Very Bad Thing that happened to Sam's relatives in Europe last century.

The principal immediately stopped talking about the car Jamal had set on fire, and proceeded to make that day an official day for all dark-haired kids at the school to freely vent.

After the fire department had finished up putting out the last of the flames, Mom & Dad, along with Sam who hitched a ride, proceeded to lecture all the other kids how it basically isn't Jamal's fault. It was theirs. All theirs. All the time.

"All fair-haired people should be XXXXXX!!!" Jamal shouted, his seatbelt off, hanging out the window.

"So much intergenerational pain," Sam said soothingly.

Mom and Dad nodded... nervously.

Jamal climbed back in, listened to Sam whisper in his ear for a second, then in a loud voice, pointing at the fair-haired kids, he shouted "I WANT ALL THEIR POCKETMONEY, AND IF I DON'T GET IT, NONE OF THEM SHOULD SLEEP SAFE AT NIGHT!"

Gunter, silently carving an angry screed into the car door with his pocket knife, felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Rachel, one of the red-shirt kids. She was wearing a Black shirt too. Gunter smiled.

"Looks good on you, sis."

We'll leave the family there. Things aren't looking good.

If you don't hold people to account, they will become narcissistic, even sociopathic, that's just how human beings are.

If you double-down on this by coddling them, giving them favored treatment, covering up wrongdoing and redirecting blame, you're literally deliberately sentencing them to dysfunction.

Some Blacks will be smart enough to see through this and will develop like the rest of us. Clearly, thirty million Blacks aren't rioting or a civil war would be in progress. But many will simply not have the resilience. Resilience is rare in any population group, as the COVID period just demonstrated. You're failing BOTH groups.

Treat Jamal like a human being with agency, not a useless idiot who can't be expected to do better. You're insulting him when you give him no regard, and don't hold him to account as you do others.

If normies don't come up with a serious plan to curtail Black crime--and I mean soon--a lot of people will stop listening to your leaders for answers and will go somewhere else. But this doesn't rely 100% on normies or liberal Whites.

Change must come from the Black community itself.

Perpetually gaslighting Whites, falling back on crazy-level historical revisionism and so on won't help Blacks themselves in the slightest.

What they need is a leader; one in the mold of another broken, bitter people who were mired in poverty and utterly lacking self-esteem. One who will inspire them to follow him to greatness.

Blacks need to ask themselves who is the greater enemy.

The person who dismisses them as utterly incapable, the person who uses them like a puppet to enrich and empower themselves, or the one who dares them to become Icarus?

Me personally, I'd align with the group that wants me to be the best person I can be, because they demand to only be surrounded by good people.

If that doesn't happen, those good people will construct a very large Orania in the United States, and they'll close the door behind them.

...and you'll be left with the others for company.