My father wanted me to be a football player. So I did. I wanted him to be proud of me. So I played. He worked with me in the back yard on my gridiron skills…night after night. Football was different in those days. It was a time before the judaic got their cursed fingers on it or many other sports. It was a game of skill and skillful men. If he were alive today…he would not be a fan. Everything the jew touches turns sour…as you well know. They can reduce everything to lies and money. But that is just setting the scene a bit.
So in my short-lived career on the playing field as a ten-year-old, I became so adept at the game that when Ford Motor Company decided to sponsor their first annual “Punt, Pass and Kick” competition…I was a shoe-in to be entered to represent my school. My father beamed. I beamed.
I was raised until his untimely death when I was 12, in a small Midwestern community that was more famous for its racial tension than its football stars. It was known for its large black population and Klan membership. I didn’t know this at the time…I was a kid. Kids don’t often think about that sort of thing. I just went to school and learned and grew and played with my multi-racial friends as if color meant nothing. Well…sort of. Because of such racial tension of the area and the civil rights movement just beginning to gain popularity, most whites, including my parents, subscribed to the ever-popular “separate but equal” philosophy. Even though I do not remember ever hearing much of anything said in my household about race…somehow I knew that it was OK to have black chums at school. But when the bell rang…we all went to our separate city streets away from each other until the next school day. There was no animosity on my family’s part. Nothing ever said about the issue. It just was.
Anyway, getting back to football. When the day of the final competition came…a Saturday…hundreds of kids and their parents attended. I was to represent my school, in my age group. This was before I learned what nervous was…so I was eager to show my town what my Dad had taught me. I competed…I won. No biggie. Except the look on my father’s face. That was really something.
To the point of this little reminiscence…while waiting to ascend the podium to accept my age-group’s award, and standing their next to Dad, something I shall never forget happened.
Brushing past me from behind in a hurry came a large Black man.
Almost knocking me down in the effort, he rushed toward my father and grabbed him…hugging him around the shoulders, my father returned the gesture. “Jim, my God…I haven’t seen you since forever” this man said. This man having come from behind me, put me at a vantage point to watch my dad’s face and his eyes welling up. As they laughed and poked each other, my achievement seemed almost an annoyance in comparison to this heartfelt reunion. It does a child wonders to see their parents in a gleeful moment like that.
After my award (and I think a football helmet as a prize) we returned home. In the car, I asked who that man was. “Probably the best friend I ever had in my life” came his response. It was left at that. This turned a switch on in my little brain. No amount of influence from the outside world then or now could turn this switch off. This was a switch of equality between all men. These sorts of switches have to be turned on or off at an early age, or they will just stay in neutral for life. Without a word of real explanation…and by example, not lecture…he taught me a great deal about humanity in those few moments. It’s a shame that more parents do not understand the power of example…for good or bad.
I have been watching a great deal of the recent onslaught of videos from David Duke. I applaud this man his sincerity, his courage and his insightful valuation of the ashkanazi dominance in all seats of power. His warnings are needed and I am sure helpful to those that are unaware of the tribe’s influence on our world.
Dr. Duke also had a switch turned on in his young brain, I fear. One of racial separatism. Not one that to which he quietly acquiesced. But one that he shouted from pulpits in his younger days. He led many toward racism by his example and words. And although he has softened his message over time, it is obvious that he still holds the “separate but equal” crap to be sacred. Separate but equal never held water. When cultures are separate then people are separate. When people are separate it becomes natural to misunderstand. Misunderstanding leads to all sort of mischief. It is just that simple.
The judaic of course understand this simple concept all too well. They encourage a multicultural society…THEN…foment pride and hatred for each of these cultures in their media. This causes racial tension, crime and a general distraction from themselves and their backstage scheming. Divide and conquer. It’s just that simple. But as simple as a switch can be on or off, many intelligent people cannot understand this. I do. This doesn’t make me any better than those that do not. But it does make me feel that I should point it out here. And I do. Try, that is.
Listen to Dr. Duke when he tells you of the inequity of the jew’s world. He is not a stupid man. However, discount what he has to say about racial or ethnic pride. He cannot help himself from delivering that part of his message…even now. His switch is still in the same position.