Their Lives Matter Too
White lives matter. Not “black lives matter.” Not “all lives matter.” Not even “blue lives matter.” White lives matter. For us, that’s it — only white lives matter. Nothing could possibly matter more. Our forefathers saddled us with an intractable curse, a race of Africans whose brief lives of total indolence and torpor are punctuated only by shocking eruptions of gruesome savagery. Slavery is indeed America’s “original sin,” as the painted buffoons of Conservatism, Inc., so love to mouth. But not because slavery itself was or is a sin, and not because blacks should or even can be “equal” to whites. No, slavery was our “original sin” because black slaves should never have been brought here. When slavery was abolished at the point of a bayonet, the early abolitionist program of colonization should have been enacted. Alas, the Republican Party needed the freedmen to subjugate their new white Southern slaves.
In any case, slavery is not our fault; we cannot today do anything about the fact that blacks were brought to our nation. What is our fault, however, is the fact that they remain. It is our fault, and ours alone, notwithstanding their status as favored Jewish pets, that we tolerate the intolerable, that we do not fight back. Ignorance is no excuse. Blacks are nothing but a menace. They hate us, even the clean, articulate Cosby blacks. Even one black is too many, increasing by a hundredfold the probability of violent crime in a community. We do our sons, daughters, and womenfolk a fatal disservice by restraining ourselves; we must have John Derbyshire’s “Talk” with our loved ones, and warn them, above all, that they should not associate with blacks any more than they possibly must, that they should avoid like the plague any location or event likely to be frequented by blacks, that they should not engage a menacing black unless absolutely necessary, that they cannot, indeed, must not, invite a black into their lives, their homes, or their beds. Their lives depend on it. If “black lives matter,” then white lives do not.
Despite an absolute blackout (pun intended) on black-on-white crime in the national media, and despite the growing reticence of even local media outlets to report on black-on-white crime, we do not have to go far for our proof. The American Renaissance black-on-white crime archive, the work of Paul Kersey and Colin Flaherty, and our own eyes and ears provide us with all that we need to conclusively know in our bones that South Africa is already here. It is open season on Whitey, as it has been for a long time now. The only “white privilege” is our privilege to be chosen for slaughter, for ritual sacrifice to our new gods upon the altar of the Synagogue of Diversity, our blood the propitiation of sin for the melanin that we must have sold for our great “privilege.” Thousands of whites are brutally raped and butchered by blacks every year, while, all the time, our Great White President blankets the airwaves with cries of “lowest black unemployment” and “criminal justice reform,” the release via the First Step Act of legions of black thugs from our prisons. There is a large movement now underway to criminalize calling our already-dwindling law enforcement when we are threatened by blacks.
There are two temptations that we must not succumb to. First, though it can be easy to fall into the trap of citing statistics on black crime, we must acknowledge that the Enemy doesn’t care about the truth. The battle lines are essentially drawn, and so any real data that we provide will simply be dismissed under a mountain of fabricated and flawed “studies” to refute our facts. After all, we are “white supremacists.” Furthermore, by focusing on numbers, we elide over our very purpose for citing those figures: to honor and memorialize our martyrs, our fallen white brethren. They are people, not statistics, and we cannot forget that. This is not an academic or intellectual discussion.
Second, many of us must sympathize with what I call the Dylan Roof Dilemma. Ignoring the hoax aspects of the incident and taking it at face value, I sympathize with Mr. Roof’s frustration and anger. It should now be clear to any intelligent observer that there are no peaceful solutions left to us within the regnant “American” political system. When men realize that their constitutional republic has been irredeemably corroded into a Judeocracy, an oligarchic, egalitarian-totalitarian “mass democracy,” that their vote no longer means anything at all, that they have no voice, they will react in the only manner left to them. As Jared Taylor put it, “It is true that some people with nationalist ideas have committed horrific murderous acts. Why? Because when people have a voice, they speak. When they are hated, silenced, and their deeply-felt values driven underground by self-righteous media censors, they may act in unspeakable ways.”
No honest, self-respecting man can sit still and remain quiet once he understands that his people are being humiliated and massacred on a daily basis. We should be enraged. We would be heartless or insane not to be angry, and we must let that anger serve as our fuel, our propellant. But we cannot allow ourselves to be consumed by it, for that plays right into the hands of the Enemy. What did Mr. Roof accomplish? Nothing. He did not save a single one of his people. His act was not even really a suitable action of revenge, for, although blacks indiscriminately murder whites, surely a more fitting act of vengeance would be to put a guilty black out of commission, no? Mr. Roof simply removed himself from future action to more truly serve his people, and brought more vitriol upon our cause. This latter failure feeds back into the hoax aspect, which, as aforementioned, I shall not discuss in this space.
As to our first temptation, the statistical trap, Paul Kersey has made a fine effort with his publication of Their Lives Matter Too, a collection of his posts regarding black-on-white crime, originally released over the years on his “Stuff Black People Don’t Like” blog. Just as John Foxe’s Book of Martyrs chronicled the horrific persecution of Christians through the sixteenth century, Their Lives Matter Too is the first real attempt at a printed martyrology for our people thus far. I only use the term “attempt” because there is so much more work to be done; this would entail a nationwide reporting program and extensive public records search so that we try not to miss a single white victim murdered for the color of his skin. These overflowing sieves of tears would fill volume after volume of lives that should never have been taken from us. Just as the final scene of The Sopranos depicts, and forgoing any discussion of faith, life just stops; there are no goodbyes, no final closures, no last kisses, no tying up loose ends, just a black screen.
The men, women, and children unfortunate enough to have been honored in Kersey’s Book of Martyrs had hopes, dreams, and aspirations that will never be consummated. They were just out to walk their dogs, pick up some milk, and eat dinner with their families. Some were peacefully sitting in their homes or slumbering in the safety of their own beds. But they all had two things in common: they were white, and “the sons and daughters of Obama” decided that they had to be punished for that skin. Never forget that “our” cities are dilapidated, war-torn ruins because of blacks. Never forget that our daughters and wives cannot ride public transit or jog alone after dark because of blacks. Never forget that our nation is one of the most violent on the planet because of blacks. I share Mr. Kersey’s dream: “May the day come when the guilt finally ebbs from our hearts and minds and we no longer feel sorry for the plight of black people nor make excuses for the criminal nature of a larger percentage of their population. It’s not our fault.”
Say their names.
Jeffrey Miller, 54, Minneapolis, Minnesota: Miller was approached inside a grocery store by a drunken black, who, unprovoked, shouted at Miller, calling him a “racist white” and “white bitch.” Miller replied like any man would, telling the black to go outside and wait for him. When Miller left the store, he was attacked and stabbed in the head, the knife puncturing his brain.
Joe Brown Weaver IV, 47, and his beloved dog, Summerville, South Carolina: Joe and his loyal dog were murdered by four blacks ransacking his home just after midnight.
John Dawson, 92, Columbus, Georgia: A veteran of World War Two, Korea, and Vietnam, John was killed while protecting his wife of 72 years from a black home invader.
Rebecca Pletnewski, 41, and her daughter, Olivia Schneider, 8, Mayfield Heights, Ohio: Rebecca and Olivia were murdered by their black neighbor, who had stalked and sexually propositioned Rebecca for months, before stabbing her to death and burning her house down, Olivia asleep in her room. Rebecca was the spokesperson of a Leftist organization called “Stand Together Against Trump,” and posted slogans such as “Stop Killing Black People” on Facebook.
Kelly Jose, 43, and his wife, Heather, 33, Shreveport, Louisiana: Kelly and Heather were murdered and incinerated in their car, perhaps while still alive, after offering a black man a ride.
Connally Klein, 52, Lake Highlands, Texas: Connally was shoved into oncoming traffic by a negress, unprovoked.
Philip Trenary, 64, Memphis, Tennessee: Trenary, the CEO of the Greater Memphis Chamber of Commerce, was murdered by a black thug on the street. Trenary had devoted his career to elevating black-owned businesses. As Mr. Kersey writes, “No matter how much time, effort, and money you spend to uplift blacks, even if you dedicate your life and fortune to improving their lives, they’ll never build monuments in your memory or name buildings in your honor. You’re just another white man hoarding all the privilege, supporting the structural inequality impacting the black community.”
Wendy Martinez, 35, Washington, D.C.: While jogging near her home, Wendy was stabbed to death by a black man whom investigators said “does not like white people.” Wendy had just gotten engaged one week before her murder. At court, her fiancée said that he does “not wish for anything bad” for the killer, and her mother said that “it’s important that he hear we forgive him.”
Elvia Fragstein, 72, Conway, Arkansas: Elvia was abducted from a TJ Maxx parking lot and murdered by two black teenagers.
Anthony Mele, 35, Ventura, California: Anthony was dining with his family at a steakhouse, holding his daughter, 5, in his lap, when a black man fatally stabbed him in the neck.
Albert Loehlein, 95, Anoka, Minnesota: A World War Two veteran, Albert was beaten to death with a flashlight by a black thug who went on to pawn Albert’s clock for $22.50. In court, the murderer’s attorney, Caroline Durham, cited “white privilege” and argued that Loehlein represented all of the whites who had oppressed her client over the years.
Alice Wright, 74, Brownsburg, Indiana: Alice was murdered by her former in-home nurse aid and her boyfriend, both black.
Mikayla Norris, 18, Overland Park, Kansas: Mikayla was murdered by a black man who later posted on Facebook that “white people been . . . us up for years so just put it on the tab.”
James Dempsey, 89, Woodstock, Georgia: A World War Two veteran, James suffocated to death as a group of black nurses stood by, watched, and laughed, without once trying to render aid as he gasped for help. The “nurses” were not fired for a full ten months after the fact.
Kera Teel, 19, and her unborn daughter, Kyndal, Beaumont, Texas: After returning from an ultrasound in Galveston, the pregnant Kera was ambushed and murdered by three blacks at her apartment, orphaning her firstborn daughter, 1.
John Clements, 82, Zionsville, Indiana: John was murdered by a black brute as collateral damage in the murderer’s attack on an Indianapolis police station. Just before the shooting, the killer wrote, “Whites must die.”
Margaret Held and Paula Merrill, both 68, Durant, Mississippi: Sisters Margaret and Paula, nuns, were murdered by a black man.
Gene Emory Dacus, 85, Birmingham, Alabama: Gene, a Korean War veteran, was beaten, robbed, and burned alive by a black thug.
Melinda McCormick, 33, Pensacola, Florida: Melinda was beaten with a hammer, pipe, and crowbar by three blacks who “hate white people.” They then burned her alive.
Rebecca Wood, 32, Milwaukee, Wisconsin: Rebecca was mugged and murdered by four blacks for $20. They targeted her because she was “a white girl, she might have some [money] on her.”
Molly Macauley, 59, Baltimore, Maryland: Molly was killed by a black mugger as she walked her beloved dogs.
Savannah Walker, 4, Detroit, Michigan: Savannah was killed, along with her mother, Heidi, by Heidi’s black boyfriend, a felon with a prior conviction for child abuse. As Mr. Kersey writes, “Heidi was an adult and capable of making decisions for herself, thus, her death at the hands of a convicted black criminal should warrant no tears.” Heidi is responsible for her daughter’s murder. Burn the coal, pay the toll.
Jeremy Mardis, 6, Marksville, Louisiana: Jeremy, an autistic child, was killed by two black police officers who shot him five times in the head and chest.
Tanya Chamberlain, 43, Lee’s Summit, Missouri: Tanya was stabbed to death by two blacks, aged 13 and 14, to whom she had given a ride in her car.
Dave Stevens, 53, and his wife, Patti, 54, Dallas, Texas: While jogging at White Rock Lake, Dave was hacked to death with a machete by a black former Texas A&M football player. Two weeks later, Dave’s widow committed suicide.
Larry Eugene Brown, 74, Greensboro, North Carolina: Three blacks, aged 14, 15, and 17, beat Larry to death with a fire extinguisher for $3.
Marylyn Erb, 52, and her daughter, Kelley, 23, Westfield, Indiana: Mother and daughter Marylyn and Kelley were beaten to death by a black man. The man was a former employee who had been fired by Todd Erb, Marylyn’s husband and Kelley’s father. The killer murdered his former boss’ wife and daughter in revenge, telling a friend that he “bashed their heads in with some cement or something.”
Ed McMichael, 53, Seattle, Washington: Ed was a former tubist for the Bellevue Philharmonic and the Cascade Symphony who played tuba outside area ballparks and sporting arenas. He was known to and beloved by Seattle sports fans as “the Tuba Man.” Ed was beaten and kicked to death by a Swarm of black “juveniles,” only three of whom were punished, sentenced to only 36 to 72 weeks in juvenile detention.
John Palmer Shelley, 42, Memphis, Tennessee: J.P. was murdered by three black “teenagers” as he handed them his wallet. Shelley’s family contacted Mr. Kersey, threatening legal action to force him to remove J.P.’s photograph from his post. The family took care to point out that J.P. had friends “of all races,” to which Mr. Kersey replied, “Please let his family know [that] regardless of his non-white friends, he’s still dead. Thanks to a black person.” Shelley’s wife, Beverly, expressed sadness for his killers, saying that they “just come from such bad situations in their own family, and they just don’t know where else to turn.” Beverly and her two children went on to volunteer to assist black juvenile delinquents, just like those who murdered their husband and father. As Mr. Kersey notes, “It leaves you wondering if a large portion of the white population has accepted their role in forever uplifting the black population and providing the occasional white sacrifice to their black gods.”
Brittany Watts, 26, Atlanta, Georgia: Brittany was shot, along with two other white girls, by a black man who worked as a security guard in the building his victims worked in. Brittany was killed, while another of the girls was paralyzed. Her killer later declared that he purchased his gun to enforce what he had “learned” about whites from the anthropology department at the University of West Georgia, stating that he “was trying to prove a point that Europeans had colonized the world, and as a result. . . we see a lot of evil today. In terms of slavery, it was something that needed to be answered for. I was trying to spread the message of making white people mend.” Whites may only be “cured” of our intractable “racism” and “privilege” by death.
Dorothy Dow, 83, Grantville, Georgia: Five blacks broke into Dorothy’s home and brutally beat her before pouring gasoline on her and setting her on fire. Through indescribably excruciating pain, Dorothy remembered that she had a gallon of water that she used for her breathing machine. With broken hands, she unscrewed the gallon and poured it over her head to douse the flames, and then managed to crawl to her phone and call the police. In many cities across America, the police might not be there to answer that call. Dorothy clung to life for nearly a month before succumbing to her extensive injuries. Some of her black murderers had worked on her blueberry farm.
Amanda Blackburn, 28, and her unborn child, Indianapolis, Indiana: The pregnant mother was raped and murdered by two black home invaders as her son, 1, slept in his room. Her husband, Davey, a pastor, was out for his morning workout. When he returned home, he found Amanda partially stripped, her underwear nearby, her shirt pulled up, lying in a pool of blood. She died in the hospital, along with her unborn baby. Davey “forgave” the killers, stating that “I choose the route of forgiveness, grace, and hope. . . love, not hate,” and expressed his desire “to share the Gospel with these guys.” He added, “Jesus takes what the world says is a tragedy and makes it beautiful.” The animals who defiled and slaughtered his wife cackle at our “love, not hate.”
Reese Bowman, 8 months, Baltimore, Maryland: Baby Reese was murdered by a negress who worked at her daycare. Her killer told a friend, “Girl, I’m frustrated. . . I’m sick of this little bitch. I hate this little bitch. She makes me want to punch her in the face.” The little white baby would not sleep, and her black killer slapped her, pinned her down, pushing her harder as her legs kicked to get free, and piled blankets over her face to suffocate her to death. In court, Reese’s mother raised a pink baby book to her lips, kissing a photo of her baby on the cover. Reese’s father spoke, saying, “I will never see my girl take her first steps, hold her, kiss her, comfort her when she’s scared, hear her say, ‘I love you.’ I am devastated.” After noting that his daughter’s murder had inspired parents to hug their children tighter, and children to call their parents more frequently, he pointed at the killer and said, “Reese Annette Bowman accomplished more in her short life than this woman ever will.”
Logan Tipton, 6, Versailles, Kentucky: As he lay snug in the safety and serenity of his own bed, tucked into his cocoon by his mother, Logan was beaten and stabbed in the head numerous times by a black home invader with a large kitchen knife, a knife that, no doubt, his mother would have used to lovingly cook his dinner with. Logan was “terrified of the dark,” and his mother, Heather, often sang Silent Night to soothe her son. At the sound of his mother gently singing Silent Night, “he’d go right to sleep.” At Logan’s memorial service, hundreds of mourners sang Silent Night for Logan one last time.
Remember their names, and the tens of thousands of other names whose stories remain untold. Remember Wichita. Remember Knoxville. If we do not act now, a silent night will fall upon the West, upon our white race — an impenetrable darkness which will never again be broken by dawn’s early white light.
White lives matter. Nothing else.
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