activism


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.

I’m eating my heart out for having missed this latest conference. It’s true that by the time the announcement was officially made, I had already committed to my Peruvian adventure. It’s true that I was not in a position, financially, to make both trips. It’s also true that missing one conference wouldn’t kill me. All this is true, but I still feel a void in my heart where memories of the conference should have been.

I envy those who did make it, and I feel a certain amount of guilt as well. As one attendee told me (in a chat from the conference) “you were able to hang out with Peruvians but you couldn’t come to the conference to be with your own people.” Friends can speak to friends that way. I told him it would have helped had the announcement been made a bit earlier. It’s rather expensive to travel to Tennessee from Oregon.

I greatly regret having missed John Derbyshire. Hopefully next year John.

There are a lot of articles at Amren describing and documenting the conference. One of my favorites is this one of Ramzpaul exposing the protesters as total ignoramuses. I’m glad Ramzpaul made it to the conference; it was actually my idea to invite him in the first place. Ramzpaul, if you’re reading this, I hope we can meet on another occasion.

If any readers did make it to the conference, please feel free to share your impressions as comments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday I leafleted in front of Powell’s Books downtown. It went pretty well. It’s always interesting to see people’s reactions, and that makes it rather fun.

One young man said “I can’t read.” An old woman tried to give me 75 cents. A homeless black couple asked for a copy, so I gave them one. A few moments later the woman turned to me and said “I know what you mean. I know a woman who’s worked at the same place for 12 years and only makes $7.50 and hour.” A middle-aged woman took one, turned to me and said “I thought the SPLC were the good guys.” I replied “not everybody thinks so.” One man asked me who I work for. If nothing else, I probably got some people thinking and asking questions.

Unfortunately there was no possibility of getting somebody to photograph me handing out leaflets – short of giving my camera to a stranger. Maybe next time.

After having encountered SPLC (Southern Poverty Center) activists in downtown Portland a couple of times, I found them again in front of my local library. This was yesterday and I told them, point blank, that the SPLC is a hate group. They didn’t like it very much.

Considering the amount of activity they’ve been involved in recently here in Portland, I realized that there must be a response. So, with the help of Unamusement Park, I put together a flyer. The entire flyer was taken from U.P.’s post exposing the SPLC’s extreme anti-white bias.

Here’s the flyer (PDF):

The Southern Poverty Law Center

Today I visited the same library I was at yesterday and distributed those flyers. By announcing “The SPLC is a hate group”, I could get some of my message across even to those who couldn’t be bothered to take a copy (about 80% of passersby). It was cold and rainy, but an overall success considering I gave out quite a few flyers and even spoke (briefly) to some people. Of course there were those who objected to my message. A couple of women assumed that since they were lesbian, my message doesn’t apply to them. The SPLC is just like government. It’s corrupt, it has deep pockets and it caters to certain constituencies.

Libraries are good places to distribute flyers, as long as you don’t obstruct traffic and keep a certain distance from the doors. They are considered bastions of free speech and they’re relatively safe.

I suppose now is as good a time as any to mention that those flyers cost money to print – and there’s a “donate” button on the right of this blog. I’ll definitely be doing more of this because it must be done. The SPLC cannot be allowed to advance its agenda with no opposition.

I encountered two SPLC activists today in Portland. Each was soliciting donations from passers by near the university. I stood and watched for a while. They didn’t seem to be having any success as they asked “do you want to fight hate crimes and bullying?” or “we’re fighting bigotry and bullying”. So I meandered up to the lady, not bothering to remove my Confederate hat, and announced that I had been a victim of hate crime and bigotry for four years. She took on a somewhat exaggerated look of concern as I told her bits and pieces of my story. How I, and thousands of others were tormented by intolerant blacks because of forced busing. Apparently, she had never heard of forced busing. I told her that the media will not publish our stories, nor will organizations such as SPLC take our cause seriously. She excused herself and walked away.

The man didn’t wait for me to approach him. He saw me passing by and said “nice hat you’ve got there”. We had a friendly conversation, in which I told him that the SPLC needs to take attacks against whites seriously if it wants to have any credibility. He told me my hat was “gutsy” and was clearly meant to make a statement. My response was that Southerners are often targets of stereotypes and that they are people too, with a heritage and a right to feel good about themselves. He appeared to agree – then excused himself to try to get some donations.

I think it’s encouraging that even in a leftopia such as Portland, even near the university, nobody was paying attention to these people. Apathy has its merits.

I’ve been reading “The Perfect Swarm” by Len Fisher. The subheading is “The science of complexity in everyday life” and Fisher tries to explain how patterns form in nature, how swarms of insects and humans take on specific forms and apparent purpose. On pages 29-31 he writes:

Individual bees in swarms follow the basic rules of avoidance, alignment, and attraction, but the swarm as a whole has something that locust swarms don’t – an ability to fly directly to a target that has been identified by scouts. The way the swarm does this provides the first clue to the processes by which swarm intelligence emerges.

“Well,” you might think, “it’s pretty obvious how they find the target. They use the well-known waggle dance. It’s the method that bee scouts use to tell the others where something is, such as a food source or a site for a new home. The scouts dance like teenagers in a disco, waggling their abdomens while moving in a tight figure eight. The overall direction of the dance points in the direction of the target, and the speed of the waggling tells how far away it is.

Unfortunately this explanation doesn’t provide a full answer. The dance is performed in a hive that is almost as dark as some discos, so only those bees nearby (about 5 percent of the total) see the dance. The majority doesn’t see it, so most bees start flying in complete ignorance. Those that have seen the dance aren’t even out in front, showing the others the way. They are in the middle of the swarm, flying with the rest. So how does the swarm find the target? …

Simulations have revealed that the knowledgeable bees do not need to identify or advertise themselves to the rest of the swarm to lead it successfully. Just a few informed individuals can lead a much larger group of uninformed individuals simply by moving faster and in the appropriate direction. Guidance is achieved by way of a cascade effect, in which uninformed individuals align their directions with those of their neighbors. Even if only a few bees know their way, Reynolds’ three rules – avoidance, alignment, and attraction – ensure that the whole swam moves in the direction that those knowledgeable bees take.

Leadership by these individuals arises, according to the computer modelers, “simply as a function of information differences between informed and uninformed individuals.” In other words, it needs only a few anonymous individuals who have a definite goal in mind, and definite knowledge of how to reach it, for the rest of the group to follow them to that goal, unaware that they are following. The only requirements are that the other individuals have a conscious or unconscious desire to stay with the group and that they do not have conflicting goals.

Is there a lesson to be learned from this for HBD? I think so. As reality wreaks havoc on the worldview of the Left, and their edifice of dogma crumbles, the masses will lose direction. They will be confused and come to resemble a leaderless swarm of bees. At that point it is up to us, those who have seen the dance of HBD to take the reigns of leadership (anonymously or nearly so) and lead them in the right direction. In the meantime, we should continue to create more and more light in order to maximize the number of people who see the dance.

 

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