activism


I went ahead and customized some t-shirts online. Yesterday I wore one around downtown Portland and the PSU campus. This sort of thing will get a lot more people thinking than some post on an obscure blog.

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Only one person confronted me about the t-shirt; most people are cowards. This particular individual implied that, since the U.S. was founded upon land stolen from Native Americans, we should let the Native Americans from the south flood over our borders. I pointed out to him that not all Native Americans are the same. That Central Americans are not indigenous to this land.

It’s also worth pointing out, if we take the European versus Native American narrative at face-value, that just as genocide was wrong then, so too is it wrong today.

About a week ago, a Christian group was protesting in Portland. They handed out flyers that stated:

RAPE AND ABORTION ARE WRONG FOR THE SAME REASON. They are both violent acts of aggression against other people’s bodies. Human beings who are conceived in rape should not be punished for their father’s crime…

Without getting into the abortion argument, I think most of us can agree that if we were to identify a specific individual adult as having been conceived through rape, that we shouldn’t go ahead and kill him.

Yet this is essentially the argument I encountered on campus yesterday. The man was saying that the United States, as a society, deserves to be murdered because it was conceived in rape generations ago. I think that even most Native Americans would agree that they’d rather live in our modern Western society than in the stone-age, as their ancestors did. I would venture to say that most Native Americans would not want the United States to be destroyed – and replaced by something like a cross between Brazil and Mexico, neither of whom have good track-records regarding their own treatment of their indigenous populations.

*Note that I have nothing against perverts; I’m one myself.

I’ve finally had a chance to settle in from my recent trip. Here are some photos from the conference. Better late than never!

 

John Derbyshire delivers his talk about Chinese culture versus Western culture.

I wish they’d get rid of that cardboard placard, and replace it with something more substantial and permanent-looking.

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While waiting for my plane at Nashville airport, I happened to see one of the Amren speakers, John Morgan, wandering about. When I greeted him, he said he was confused as to which gate his departure flight was going to use. Glancing at his boarding pass, I informed him that we were on the same flight and that he was in the right place.

Our plane was a fairly large one, holding at least a couple hundred people, and it was full to capacity. But it so happened that my assigned seat was 12A, while John’s seat was 12B. What are the odds?

When I told him about my wireless network trick, he told me that he had noticed my network a while back – as he got online several hundred feet away. He figured, based on that, that one of us was lurking among the crowds. You might say that we had extended the conference for the duration of that flight.

We just concluded the 2014 American Renaissance conference and, in my opinion, it was a smashing success. It was a success for me because I had a lot of fun, met a lot of wonderful people, made new friends learned new things and got to spend quality time with people I respect. The accommodations were excellent, the hotel room being clean, having a great view of the lake and included all the amenities I required. The staff, as always, was friendly, helpful and smiling. The speakers were skilled, entertaining and knowledgeable.

Since I’m sitting at the airport right now (with my wireless access point “say NO to white guilt,” visible to hundreds of people), I won’t go into the details of each speech. I’d have to rummage through my luggage to find my notes. But everything went as smoothly as could be. There were about ten protesters yesterday. After I get home and upload the photos/video, you can count them for yourself. They arrived, stood behind the security forces, and did their thing for a couple of hours – then took off either to drive home or take part in their other protest, which was against another group. It didn’t look like the press ever showed up, so the only functions they served were to give the park rangers some overtime and to provide us some mild entertainment. I heard, and captured on video, one protester stating that the lunatic who recently murdered three people in Kansas is affiliated with American Renaissance (!!) This shows how  delusional these people are. They accused us of being hate-filled Nazis – and yet I never heard even a single hateful word the entire conference. There was obviously a lot more hatred among the protesters than among us.

I did meet one park ranger who clearly expressed solidarity with our cause. Since he couldn’t be sure who we (I was with one other attendee) were, he was risking his job in telling us so. Yet, he felt it was important to lend his moral support to our cause. He said that the protesters’ wish to “keep it real” might come back to slap them in the face one day.

After the conclusion of the conference, a bunch of us got together and had a nice Southern lunch at a small restaurant in nearby Dickson. Good food and good company! Then a young lady I’d met the previous day drove me back to Nashville airport.

Stay tuned for more, but it might be a few days of a couple of weeks; my vacation is not yet over.

I’ve just wrapped up my first evening of the conference. From the moment I entered the door, a couple of hours before the official commencement at 5:00, warm greetings and familiar faces abounded.

Circulating through the growing crowd, it quickly became apparent to me that this is going to be a successful and uplifting conference. Quite a few people I chatted with were attending an Amren conference for their very first time. There are a lot of young people here, and the attendees are from all over the world. I met a man from Switzerland, another from Sweden and another from Australia. I met a lovely family from Mississippi and one man from Washington state, not far from where I live (in the scheme of things).

Jared Taylor delivered a commencement speech, in which he reminded us of the rules, introduced some of the speakers and outlined our schedule. A representative of CoCC spoke briefly. His name escapes me at the moment. Taylor told us of two would-be speakers who didn’t make it. Both were from Europe. One was so humiliated by his mistreatment at the border that he chose to forego his visit to the United States. The other was outright denied entry into the U.S. by the Department of State. How’s that for the “Land of the Free?” Our government will not allow politically incorrect speakers into the country to exercise their freedom of speech. Is it even possible to hold the Department of State accountable? Is it possible to sue them? If so, who has the means to do so?

I met Ramzpaul, of YouTube fame and, finally, John Derbyshire. Both appeared well and robust. Ramzpaul is taller than I expected. I took a nice stroll with Philip Craik, who is scheduled to speak about Orania tomorrow. I was impressed with him and I very much look forward to his talk.

There are security guards/ park rangers everywhere. I asked if I could have my photo taken with some of them (I like their hats) and was gruffly told “no.” They were probably told to refrain from fraternizing with us, or perhaps they’re bitter over overtime they’re required to work because of us.

 

If you own a mobile phone with a data plan, chances are you can turn it into a wireless router. This video shows you how:

I could figure it out. If I can do it, so can you!

Once you’ve created your mobile wireless network,  you can tap on “Configure Wi-Fi hotspot” and change its default name to whatever you want.

I named my wireless network “say NO to white guilt.” Next time I’m in a public place, lots of people will see this message. I’ll be sure to have it on as I wait for my flights to and from the upcoming American Renaissance conference. I’m sure a lot of people will use the “Mantra” for their network name: “Anti racism is code for anti white.” I don’t think hyphens, or other special characters are allowed.

So far, there are no laws limiting what we may, or may not, name our wireless networks. This is an easy way to get the message out.

One month after the upcoming American Renaissance conference, which celebrates inclusiveness and serves as outreach for disadvantaged communities, there will be a conference in Nashville whose goal is to bolster the status-quo, and further marginalize white people wherever they are found. I thought I’d increase awareness by replicating their jargon in a diverse way – and providing equal opportunity to the underserved people at American Renaissance.

The American Renaissance Conference

We are an interdisciplinary consortium of experts who recognize global implications of race and education for minoritized white people, which is the only race to be currently minoritized in its own lands.

Through scholarship we identify and expose inequities for the ultimate eradication of black supremacy.

We counter and combat systemic and structural racial-egalitarian dogma with scholarship and praxis.

We recognize the multiple locations of oppression, including North America, Europe, South Africa and Australia, and the myriad manifestations and effects of their intersections – which include wholesale murder, rape and robbery of native white populations.

We co-construct liberating knowledge that facilitates collective agency to transform schools and communities. These schools and communities are currently subject to draconian “diversity” laws even to the point where white communities and schools are not even recognized as such, except as a flaw that needs to be remedied.

The significance of race-realism and Human Biodiversity Studies include examining the systemic roles of race across multiple areas of academic disciplines, especially between education and legal studies, and advancing racially conscious activism across all segments of human interactions. We seek proposals that provide transdisciplinary perspectives interrogating dynamic issues including race, gender, cultural/social/political dynamics, and economic inequality that influence education and the public good.

One proposal/praxis that comes to mind is for some of us to protest the “Critical Race Studies” conference in Nashville. Unfortunately, I can’t make it. But if a dozen or so pro-white people were to show up in front of their venue, beat some drums, carry some signs and shout some slogans, this would go a long way toward sending the message that white people also have rights. That there’s plenty to be critical of in “critical race studies.”

Looking over the comments on an recent American Renaissance article, I saw one that claimed something to the effect that “blacks always get into universities for free, and they never enroll except to rape white girls.” I noted that such comments are not helpful and that they won’t sway opinions. The comment has since been removed, thankfully, from that page.

Unfortunately, comments claiming that “all bantus are lazy” or “every she-boon is obese and obnoxious” or “Mexicans always want to dispossess the white man” are all too common on the internet. I’ve written about this matter previously. At one point, I suggested that a lot of the moronic comments made by so-called racists are actually the work of leftists in disguise. That it’s part of a campaign to discredit pro-white sentiments.

But now I’d like to focus on blanket statements. They’re rarely accurate in this context; I can’t say they’re never accurate, because then I’d be contradicting myself – and I never do that…

For those of y’all who were born yesterday, and haven’t yet had the chance to get out and meet real people, here’s a piece of information for y’all: There are decent people who are Mexican. There are smart, hard-working, blacks. There are good Asian drivers and there are poor Jews.

Should all “Asians” and blacks be removed from Britain? I can think of one who should stay. Her name is Maria de Jesus-Lucungo, and she was born in Angola. I found her on m.vice.com. From the article:

Say hello to Maria de Jesus-Lucungo. Not only does Maria share a name with the benevolent oracle of the Christian faith, she’s also inherited some of his selflessness and eternal goodwill. Although she’s originally from Angola and doesn’t have fair hair herself, Maria has made it her life goal to campaign for the protection of the UK’s blonde population. She believes that England’s flaxen-haired brothers and sisters are under threat of extinction and that, if they disappear, “the world will not be so attractive in beauty any more”…

Through extensive flyering, an online petition and multiple letters sent to the British Prime Minister, Maria says that she hopes to establish a National Blonde Day to celebrate all things blond. I caught up with her to find out what else she wants to achieve…

VICE: Hi, Maria. When did you first realise that blondes need protecting?
Maria Jesus-Lucungo: It came all of a sudden a few years ago. They’re not breeding with each other. It’s good to have some blond in the white community to mix with everyone else so we can have a variety of complexions. Variety is nice—variety is the spice of life! If you go to Africa, you expect to see a black African. If someone from Africa comes to Europe, the first thing they should see should be a blonde. Blonde is the pure white before it gets mixed with everyone else.

Do you think the purest forms of all races need to be protected? Like if black Africans were becoming extinct?
Yes, but Africans aren’t becoming extinct. Go to Africa—you’ll see they have lots. If blondes disappear, then you will have to explain to your grandchildren that, once upon a time, we used to have another type of white people and the child might not believe it. This is what I’m trying to avoid; we don’t have to let it get that far.

In England, we need somebody to stand up for blondes in the House of Commons. It’s like if you have a garden and one flower is dying out, then the gardener will do something to revive it. His concentration will be on that particular one. So my focus is on this particular one, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t like all the others. I like everyone all the same.

Maria may come across as somewhat simplistic in her views, and it’s unfortunate that they chose to bring Hitler into the conversation – but how many pro-white keyboard warriors can honestly claim to be as publicly active as Maria? My guess is that she gets more people thinking outside the box than 99.99% of racialist commenters on the internet. Of course, she’s exempt from accusations of racism by virtue of being black. This, in itself, adds another layer of credibility to her work; it makes the double-standard even more obvious.

So next time you’re seething with anger, over the latest black-on-white atrocity, think before you write. Think about Maria de Jesus-Lucungo and choose your words carefully.

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For many white advocates, the term “jury nullification” has negative connotations. It brings to mind black murderers and rapists who are set free for want of a jury of their peers that will convict them. It reminds us of horrific murders where justice was not served.

But jury nullification is a tool that can be used for great good. American colonists rebelled against British tyranny in Bushel’s Case, where William Penn was found “not guilty” by a jury of his peers – even though there was no dispute that he had violated the law. Thus, jury nullification was among the important foundations of the United States.

Just as the British judge in Bushel’s Case was infuriated, so too are his spiritual descendants today. Washington DC prosecutors and judges are concerned that some modern Americans might follow the Bushel’s Case example and vote according to their conscience. From the Washington Times:

The illuminated billboard in the Judiciary Square Metro station near the F Street entrance was strategically placed.

Prospective jurors who take the subway to D.C. Superior Court and exit near the National Building Museum see these words: “Good jurors nullify bad laws” and “You have the right to ‘hang’ the jury with your vote if you cannot agree with other jurors.”

Since the billboard went up this month, District prosecutors have been worried that the message could sway their cases. In the past week alone, they have asked judges in three ­cases to ensure that jurors had neither seen nor been influenced by the billboard.

The billboard is part of a growing national campaign to encourage jurors who disagree with a law, or think a punishment is too harsh, to vote for acquittal. Kirsten Tynan of the Montana-based Fully Informed Jury Association, whose name and Web address is included on the billboard, said the nonprofit group generally challenges crimes it calls “victimless,” such as vandalism by graffiti or gun possession.

James Babb, a Philadelphia-based graphics artist who organized a fundraising campaign to put up the billboard, said he raised $3,000 in about a week through Facebook and other ­social-media sites. He said he is concerned about laws that he thinks are too restrictive.

Tynan and Babb have my utmost respect for their actions, performed like true Americans. I’ve never had the opportunity to practice jury nullification; I’ve never been picked. Perhaps I’m on a blacklist of people who aren’t allowed to serve on juries. But no doubt some of you readers will be picked some day. When that day comes, remember to vote “innocent” if the law is unjust or the punishment is unjust.

According to Opposing Views, a group of concerned citizens in Tacoma, Washington, are taking pedestrian safety into their own hands.

A frustrated group of citizens in Tacoma, Wash., is putting down “rogue crosswalks” as concerns about traffic and pedestrian safety have intensified. Now the city says it plans to prosecute anyone caught making a rogue crosswalk.

The group, Citizens for a Safer Tacoma, has painted five rogue crosswalks and said it will break the law if that means saving lives. The group said at least 15 members have been hit by cars. When they asked the city for help, the anonymous group members said they were turned away.

Back in May, the group painted a crosswalk at a large intersection on St. Helens Avenue overnight. Just two weeks later, the city had workers grind the crosswalk out of the pavement.

While the city said it wants to address concerns about crosswalks, the holdup comes down to money. The city spends up to $1,000 to remove the illegal crosswalks and it would have cost the city about $1,000 to put a legal crosswalk there itself.

Businesses in the area said the vigilante crosswalk painters are demonstrating the frustration everyone feels with the city.

One of the hallmarks of a civilized society is that pedestrians have rights that automobile operators are expected to honor. In a third-world country, such as India or most of the Middle East, drivers have the right of way (in practice if not officially) and pedestrians are expected to fend for themselves.

Israel is a third-world country – at least it was when I was living there. Pedestrians had no rights whatsoever; either they learned to move out of the way quickly or they ended up dead.

One problem I took issue with was the Israeli habit of parking on sidewalks. As the father of small children, it incensed me to think how my kids would be required to walk around those cars, into the dangerous street, to reach their destination. It especially angered me that some of them blocked the sidewalks my daughter needed to use in order to get to school. I used various methods to express my disapproval.

I always carried large white stickers with me. They said “The sidewalk is for pedestrians.” I would stick them on the offender’s windshield directly in his field of view. This would be most effective during the hot summer months when the sun would bake the stickers, and melt the glue onto the glass. I relished the thought of those drivers spending time scraping them off. One large truck, which used to regularly be parked directly in front of my daughter’s school, disappeared after a few treatments. In his case, the iron grates in front of his windshield (for blocking Palestinian rocks) must have made it especially difficult to remove the stickers.

Sometimes I would keep on walking, dirty shoes and all, right over those cars. I would literally walk on top of the cars, leaving my tread marks on the hood and roof.

There was one stretch of sidewalk, also on the way to my daughter’s school, that was particularly wide. Across the street from it was a construction site. Numerous drivers would use that area as a parking lot. They would park diagonally, so that pedestrians had no choice but to walk into the street in order to pass. I would visit during the wee hours of the night and carry large rocks, from the construction site, over to the sidewalk. I would place them alongside the curb so that they formed a barrier. Anybody wishing to park in that area would have to first leave his car and remove some of the rocks so that he could get his car through.

Some drivers did just that. Upon inspection during the day, I would find rocks moved to the side and the cars parked as before. My response was to return the rocks to their rightful place – right on top of the cars. Yes, the drivers would return to find large rocks on top of their cars.

Each night I would repeat this ritual, using larger and larger stones. This went on for a month or two. One day, when I was walking by, I noticed that my rocks were all gone – but in their place was a metal fence, obviously placed there by the municipality. My message had been taken to heart and others had joined my cause.

God must have been with me through all this; not once was I accosted by an angry driver. Not once was I physically confronted or threatened.

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