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For the purposes of learning about human nature and the kind of “diversity” that our globalist thought-leaders have in mind for us all, there’s nothing quite like working a public sector job. After following my passion and earning a less-than-useful degree in history and literature, I applied for a position at my hometown library (anyone who is still in school and reading this, please learn a trade, or get a degree in something practical). I had affectionate memories of the place. The building itself stood on the crest of a hill, overlooking woods in one direction and fields of wildflowers in the other. I spent hours as a child way back in its stacks, reading about Nancy Drew, King Arthur, and Jason’s Argonauts. I dreamed one day of working there among all of those books and the shelves that seemed to extend forever.
A quarter-century ago, my little patch of native land was a sleepy southern town on the coast; the “big city” was over an hour’s drive up the freeway. Very few “strip malls” polluted the scenery, and the roar of the river and passing trains, the one rushing toward the Gulf and the others zooming toward the Pacific, were two of the few things that managed to punctuate the quiet stillness. Nineteenth-century Victorians, kept up and freshly painted, lined the main thoroughfare. Oaks, older than anyone living, formed sun-dappled canopies over the road. A nearby prison meant that on clear days outside town, motorists might see convicts working the fields of cotton and sorghum, and above them two or three crackshot guards in white, wide-brim hats sitting astride horses, shotguns slung across their pommels. Monuments to southern soldiers and “Redeemers” faced out from their spot in front of the old courthouse, gazing at it all, as if to say, “this is what we saved.”
Something changed in the nineties. The area became a “boomtown” as part of the larger energy sector explosion in the Sunbelt that overnight turned hamlets into hastily-made waystations for the transient. Sure, the town’s economy skyrocketed and “opportunities” aplenty appeared — but at high cost. Along with tony energy executives and Amoco managers, the area became flooded with riff-raff that has always followed close behind money: illegals and blacks, either looking for work or for the crumbs that might fall off the plates of the affluent.
Master-planned neighborhoods arose in order to cater to incoming waves of south and east Asian immigrants, lured by H-1B visas and engineering careers; such houses came attached with one or two “cottages,” so that the endless chain-sprawls of mothers-in-law and second cousins from Bangladesh or Pakistan had extra rooms in which to spread. Africans from Nigeria and various other places that were once called “the Congo” took over the former properties of dead white owners. According to the latest US statistics on the town and the surrounding county, non-Hispanic whites are now thirty percent of the population, while Hispanics, blacks, and Asians each make up twenty to twenty-five percent. Of course, it is a very “blue” blotch on the electoral map. The latest local news story that I read about the area reported on a mass-arrest of a Vietnamese gang, whose members had for years used a nail salon as a front for drugs and prostitution.
But I’m running ahead of myself. At the time that the county hired me, the management structure of its library system was composed almost entirely of women, many of them colored. The “training manager” in charge of my orientation had one-half of her head shaved and the other half dyed blue and purple. Orientation day, in fact, was my first warning that trouble lay ahead. Most readers will have attended something like this: after the interview process, new hires usually spend part of the day filling out paperwork. At my orientation, I was the single white person in the room, apart from the HR representative leading the class. She went very slowly, step-by-step, explaining how to set up a direct deposit and which boxes to check when it came to withholding federal taxes. County HR employees had made multiple calls and emails to trainees throughout the week, asking us to bring along our driver’s licenses, social security cards, and voided checks for banking purposes. Still, most of the new hires had either forgotten, or had lost and never replaced, at least one of those items. Several of them had no checking account to speak of. The large black woman seated next to me could not seem to grasp the concept of tax exemptions and what “claiming a dependent” meant. She continuously turned to me for help and to repeat what the trainer had already said four or five times. I kept wondering, how had these idiots managed to get their jobs in the first place?
My work centered around the “Adult Services” section of the library, which meant that I shuttled between two computer labs, twelve conference rooms, the downstairs stacks, and the audio-visual (AV) department (which had music, movies, and books-on-tape for borrowing). Children and middle grades had their own wings on the other side of the building. I don’t have many bad things to say about my coworkers; they were “diverse,” but competent. One was an Indian girl whose family had moved from Zimbabwe to the States sometime during the early 2000s. In a frank moment, she revealed that her father had run a clothing shop there, but that it was “hard to run a business when people looted it every other week.”
Many readers might think that library work would be dull: the shelving, cataloging, processing — the endless battles with the dust. I, too, thought that most of my time would be spent on books. Instead, I was more of a babysitter, AV troubleshooter, and psychologist. Three-quarters of the phone calls that I took were from patrons seeking information about ridiculous things: did the Wal-Mart on Jackson Avenue sell super-plus tampons and “ethnic” hair products?; how long did someone have to let their electric bill lapse before Clenco Power shut off the lights?; did I know where one might purchase a magic wand (no, not a Harry Potter wand, a real wand)?
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The library policy when it came to penalty fines was not to deny patrons the right to borrow books/movies nor to suspend computer printing privileges until they had accrued more than ten dollars in fees. Nevertheless, some patrons found this easy to accomplish. When I had to explain to them why they could no longer use the printer or copier due to their outstanding balance, they invariably reacted as if I’d accused them of spitting in the face of Christ. “Well, I paid that last month!” and “I don’t need a little white girl tellin’ me what to do!” or my favorite: “Whaddo my taxes pay for anyhow?!” Black women were especially fond of screeching about in this dramatic fashion.
They were also fond of reserving the large conference rooms for black organizational meetings and church groups on Sundays, mostly because it was free for them to do so. Sometimes, the entire second floor reverberated with their jungle stomping and “gospel” music. These gatherings could not extend beyond one or two hours before members required food, and a group of twenty black people often produced six or seven trash bags full of waste. When I explained to the “leaders” of such organizations that the library was not an “event sponsor,” and that they would need to dispose of their own trash, since library custodians did not take out the garbage over the weekends, they acted similarly affronted. One “Dr.” Rose threatened me, and said that she would “hate to report me” to the mayor (with whom she claimed to be chummy), or to have the disagreement “damage the relationship” between herself and the library. Nodding in sympathy, I replied that though this “might ‘damage our relationship,’ we were still going to have one, weren’t we?” Where else would she and her black worshipers find a zero-cost space to praise Jesus while gnawing on chicken wings and fried apple pie?
Indeed, the modern public library has become little more than an internet café and homeless shelter. Libraries are like old port cities — they tend to attract the strays. Seventy-five percent of the patrons who walked through the entrance were there to use the computers, not to check books out. There were white families who came to participate in children’s activities and functions, but my side of the library was almost wholly filled with the black and brown dregs of society who washed up onto our front steps every morning with no goals in life, save lounging.
In order to qualify for weekly unemployment in my state, applicants had to be able to prove that they had spent a certain amount of time actively looking for work. One of the places on the state’s list of “approved” sites for job-hunting was, naturally, the public library. So, they would pour through the gates in various states of undress and cleanliness in order to “search for a job,” which in reality meant: “stream the latest Netflix movie,” or “play an online video game.” These patrons left sunflower seeds, candy wrappers, and other food particles on the desks and stuck between the letter keys; one even vomited Kool-aid all over the monitor and keyboard, then left without saying a word. I only discovered the mess when I went to check and lock the computer lab down later that night. Those welfare-leeches were probably making more on the dole than I was cleaning up after them.
The black men were a nuisance, regardless of age. I’m by nature warm, if a bit reserved, and I’ve never had problems making friends. At the library, I learned to cultivate a chilly, ice-blonde persona around black men in order to discourage conversation or clumsy pick-up attempts. This was only partially successful. Monday nights I stayed until closing time, which was 9 PM. On one occasion, toward the end of my shift, a teenage black kid approached me looking for a book on Abraham Lincoln in order to write a term paper. “Fine,” I said, and showed him the appropriate history section. Nothing that I pointed out seemed to please him, because all of the books were “too long.” Eventually, I said what amounted to, “well, you’re either going to have to read something, or you’ll have to ditch the assignment,” then walked off. As I was shelving the last of the books for the evening, I had to wade past him down a row of J. D. Robb mysteries. As I lifted myself up on tiptoes to reach the top shelf, I felt a hand creep up my leg. I jumped back and saw that black kid holding up both palms and feigning all sorts of apologies. I was too shocked to say anything, so I simply hurried back to the front desk and stayed there next to my (white male) supervisor. I never wore a dress or skirt to that job again.
Wardell was another interesting black personality and one who probably needed to be on medication. He showed up during the afternoons and evenings in the same stained, ripped tee-shirt, whose hem ended somewhere past his knees. He liked bragging about his time in prison, and I initially thought that he must have been exaggerating his life story; perhaps he was, but pairs of cops regularly stopped by the library in order to “chat” with him. Somehow, he’d managed to procure a smartphone, and he once showed me some photos he’d taken during a recent Thanksgiving holiday. A white family had taken him in out of “Christian duty,” I’m sure, and hosted him for the big turkey dinner. There he was, surrounded by what looked like a nice, middle-class group, all smiles and joy. I couldn’t muster a smile of my own, and winced instead as I passed his phone back. My only thought was: that’s how you end up at the bottom of the bayou.
Not long after that, another black male patron began shouting at one of the librarians (who was of mixed race) about the use of our document scanners. The patron had broken it while trying to make a PDF out of his bank stub. When the librarian told him that he could no longer use the equipment, he accused the librarian, the scanner, the government, all of us, of “racism,” and began to manically pinwheel his arms about. All of a sudden, Wardell came barreling toward the scene and tackled the belligerent man to the floor. The argument became a melée. I rushed to the nearest phone and dialed the sheriff, asking in what I’m sure was a panicked voice, for immediate assistance. The entire downstairs lobby and computer area had meanwhile degenerated into a zoo, half the patrons trying to flee and the other half hooting at the two men brawling about and swinging punches at each other on the carpet. By the time police arrived, two desk lamps and several computers lay smashed and in pieces.
As the sheriff and his deputies led the men away in cuffs, Sandra, a middle-aged paraprofessional with whom I’d developed a closeness, turned to me and began speaking enviously about a library she’d visited the previous month. “It was so quiet and peaceful . . . the kids all well-behaved,” she told me. By that time, I’d become somewhat cynical, and I asked her to describe that library’s demographics. Looking every which way before answering, she whispered to me, “all white.” I nodded, “of course it was.” Her face collapsed into guilt and fear. Then, she backtracked and said something mealy-mouthed about “how times change,” and that we should learn to accept it. I was more speechless with rage in that moment than I was after any other incident on the job. Here was the problem, and it sat next to me day after day and watched the same pathological human detritus wreck what was once a noble public service, time after time.
I worked there just over a year, then followed my college sweetheart to another life and another place, far away from everything I knew. As we drove out of town, I tried not to cry when we passed by the old courthouse and its stone guards, at whose straight-backed forms I could no longer bear to look, and whose stern gazes I could no longer bear to meet. I covered my face and failed.
For the sake of prudence, I have changed a few of the names and details in this otherwise truthful account.
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What a powerful, gracefully written, heartfelt and heartbreaking account. This article, which could serve as a stand-alone case for separation, is a keeper.
We need a White Ethnostate now.
Does anybody know if Afrikaans/Boers were given a choice of their own White Ethnostate when ANC took over? I take it that choice was not an option or else it would exist today. Orania is a town, not an nation.
They’ve asked, but it was denied to them.
“They’ve asked, but it was denied to them.” Then the Afrikaans/Boers should have said “we Afrikaans/Boers deem landmass x as our new Afrikaans/Boers Ethnostate period”
“They’ve asked, but it was denied to them.” Let’s not make the same mistake as the Afrikaans/Boers; let’s quietly, firmly, & unequivocally move to establish our own Ethnostate. Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, Utah can b examples, can b in the forefront of our movement. Needless to say, liberals r out of the question. History is full of examples whereby a people believed in themselves & stood their ground for a better future for their posterity. Remember our ancestors? Reassert our consciousness as a people, the people who created & built this country. Freedom of association is a human right & backed by strength in numbers. We have history, facts, & the right to survival on our side.
From “National Populism” Revolt Against Liberal Democracy, 2018, Matthew Goodwin & Roger Eatwell. Page 156 “From Harvard scholars Steven Levitsky & Daniel Ziblatt: no example exists in history of a successful multi-racial democracy where the once majority group has become a minority”.
I live in an affluent rural county not too far from where you describe and while there are similar problems, I have noticed another concerning trend. Our public library used to be rather deep, with many books and resources one would not expect. For example, when I first got into dissident politics a little more than a decade ago, I was pleased to find they had David Duke’s books and works of Paul Rassinier! Whatever you may think of these, this represented a very high level of free speech. In the intervening time, the library has been strip mined by library sales, which have liquidated all the old books. Now many shelves hang empty, with only these glossy new age “woke” books available.
I believe they are scouring the archives in addition to banning books online in an effort to destroy all availability of any ancient works or books that might indicate to a bright young person that there was ever another way of thinking. I’m glad I acquired all my dissident literature before the great purges and bannings of the teens.
In a previous decade, I used to take copies of an Australian nationalist newspaper into the local library and file it in the relevant spot (Periodicals – Politics).
I found that by writing the relevant Dewey decimal code on the papers in the same spot as the librarians wrote it on the ‘legitimate’ publications, my papers would last longer (up to 8months) before being expunged. Give it a try..
As I have pointed out a few times here, scour library book-sales to find the most amazing old European and American history and cultural titles. I’ve done this in Los Angeles, and the college towns nearby — Claremont, Westwood, Santa Monica, etc. — as well as in my travels in England, which abounds with ‘charity shops’, especially those run by Oxfam, where again, you can find marvelous books being tossed out of public and university stacks. I have over 1500 dusty tomes by now. I consider it part of ‘saving Western Civilization’ to give these old books a free home during your lifetime, and pass them on to your offspring. But maybe I’m just being old-fashioned.
Having been a security guard at various inner city libraries, I can attest that this essay only scratches the surface. The only job more disturbing is officer for the Animal Protective League. Which I have also done
Fantastic essay.
Makes me so angry.
Just as long as it’s not in computer science. The same big-tech employers who censor both mainstream “conservatives” and White dissidents prefer to hire Indian programmers.
There will be nothing left for Whites in the new America.
When I was back there in library school there was a person there who put forth the proposition that library patrons can photocopy documents in color, … photocopy documents in color. … THEY CANNOT, PHOTOCOPY DOCUMENTS, IN COLOR!
This is an outstanding article and thank you for sharing your experiences on the societal decay found within the public library system. As someone who’s visited many of libraries throughout the United States, I can resonate with what you’ve experienced. Over the last couple of years, I’ve spent significant time patronizing libraries in the Mountain West. Fortunately, there was little diversity to be found at many of these libraries, but the same can’t be said about the dregs of society or the overtly Marxist staff. For example, the Boulder Public Library in Boulder, Colorado is a recently remodeled state of the art building located in a stunning area. This library has all the amenities that one could ask for from a café to rooftop patios. Furthermore, it has large computer and quiet study rooms in addition to multiple floors with an assortment of learning material. Nonetheless, Boulder has an increasing transient population, and they like to camp out at the library all day and do nothing other than watch videos online and sleep. This problem is excessively bad during the colder months as they’ll use the library to stay warm until the local homeless shelter opens in the evening. None of these people ever appeared to utilize the library’s services to better their lives. Rather, they’ll congregate around the computers all day long and do nothing productive and often cause commotion. Moreover, oftentimes you’d find them shooting up in the restrooms to the point where needle dispensers were installed in every bathroom. If they weren’t shooting up, they’d be making out or grooming themselves. Unfortunately, children would often walk in on this. To make matters worse, the Rainbow Family (a nomadic hippie coalition) would also camp out at the Boulder Public Library and one time they illegally climbed to the top of the main roof and partied it up by intoxicating themselves with hard drugs. This problem appears to be intensifying with no realistic solutions in sight.
Another issue that I’ve noticed at many of the public libraries regardless of where they’re located is the abundance of Cultural Marxists and Social Justice Warriors working at them. The women appear to be ardent feminists and often have unnatural colored hair, nose rings, and visible tattoos. I find this disgusting and unprofessional. Furthermore, I’d regularly hear staff conversing among each other in a negative manner about Trump and Conservatives, often in front of patrons. Lastly, the Marxist propaganda on display at public libraries is sickening. Many of them have went full woke with pro-LGBTQ material and signage throughout the libraries – from large banners upon entry to staff wearing some kind of pin expressing their support of sexual deviancy. I haven’t been inside of a public library since earlier in the year, but I can only image that they’re now virtue signaling hard for Black Lives Matter and Biden. I’d never take a child to any public library as it would constitute as child abuse in my opinion.
You’re so right about the leftist turn libraries and their staff have taken. And in a trite and boring way — like insisting on the celebration of “black history month” or Cinco de Mayo with programs and displays. Most of the library staff were openly hostile to Trump, and again in a very uninteresting manner. The pamphlets on citizenship and navigating (i.e. manipulating) the immigration process that were on every available surface infuriated me.
You are perhaps inadvertently making the case for across the board privatization.
There is a prowhite faction that has been influenced by the general leftist drift of our times. They have resisted the race/gender/queer (“intersectional”) equality nonsense, but have fallen hard for the “entitlement complex” set of attitudes, just like others among their “millennial” peers. So they think they’re hip and cool in rejecting the hard won conservative wisdom of earlier generations simply because they see through the latters’ cowardly acquiescence in the false racial narrative.
I suspect there is a whole class of white nationalists who literally have read nothing from other reaches of the Right. These people read prowhite/counter-semite political analyses; popular hereditarian racial science; maybe some stuff on crime and prisons; as well as material challenging feminist inanity. All good. But they know nothing about Christian metaphysics or conservative social theory; aren’t much interested in military and defense issues; have a limited grasp of the form and genius of American constitutionalism; and above all, seem to have neither interest in nor knowledge of the vast intellectual edifice of free market economics and liberty oriented public policy. That’s too bad, because the vast bulk of the production of the postwar conservative movement is correct in terms of how the world works, and perfectly congruent with white nationalism. This was not true of the older generation, btw. White preservationists over 50 are almost all men of the Right – the broad Right, not just the Racial Right.
Anyway, that was a peevish digression from my simple point, which is that the State is never the white man’s friend. It has not been since before WW2. The more libertarian, especially free market, a society is in terms of its political economy, the better it is for white men; the more socialist, the worse (because our people do not control the State). We can only impose tolerable civilized order via private property, and thus should support property at every turn.
Yes, private ownership would solve all of the modern library’s problems. Jesus.
They’re referred to as Libertardians for a reason. Whenever you see someone referring to the magic of ‘muh free market,’ just move on to to the next comment.
You’re so right – because Ocasio-Cortez style socialism works great for the white men stuck paying for it, right? Idiot. Learn how the economy actually works. And if you knew anything about political economy or theory, you would know that there are many defenders of free market economics (ie, economics) who are NOT ideological libertarians. The one has nothing to do with the other (even if sociologically, they are often conjoined).
When you hear someone talking about the wonders of socialism, grip your wallet, white man – hard.
Like the stupid millennial you almost certainly are, you entirely missed my point. The lack of economic understanding evinced by the racial right is an enormous Achilles’ heel, a continuing act of self-marginalization – sort of like (though not quite as tactically stupid as) shitting on Christianity, when the overwhelming majority of American anti-immigrationists, and conservatives more broadly, also happen to be pious Christians. Reeeeeeal smart ….
And yes, PRIVATIZATION of socialist libraries would absolutely, 100% clean up these problems. You know nothing of libertarian political theory, and its immense riches and apodictic internal logic. Of course, a lot of self-styled libertarians are merely “neoliberals” – and I reject libertarianism anyway on philosophical grounds. But that does not change the logic of free markets. The squalor of public libraries (bus stations, subways, public schools, parks, etc) is completely due to their being controlled by leftists (of various types), who love diversity and bums. The answer, as with so much else, is getting the government OUT of these activities. There might still exist private libraries (though not as many as there are public ones, due to lack of genuine consumer demand), and they would certainly be run in a more consumer-oriented and thus conservative manner. This is not complicated inherently, but apparently is too complex for the most pathetically ill-educated and sheerly brainwashed generation in history.
This country is utterly doomed – as much because of asshole leftist whites as race-aliens.
You make some good points and as a former libertarian myself, I also believe that free markets would clear up not only our libraries, but our bloated government in general. The United States government has has taken over many private markets from libraries to ranch land (I.e. grazing rights). None of these scenarios have ended well and are only fueling the fire known as societal decay and culture rot. The libraries have shifted their focus from learning environments to activism because of the government’s hand in them. If you take that away, the libraries go back to being learning centers rather than bastions of Cultural Marxism and daycare centers for the dregs of society. I’ve grown to detest libertarians for a multitude of philosophical reasons, but they have it right when it comes to free markets.
We could call our private libraries “The White Lives Matter Banned-Books Repositories”, and they would only be open to Whites, and probably only those who are recommended by other, earlier members, so the books don’t ‘disappear’ yet again. I have over 1300 or 1400 books on various aspects of Western European History and Culture, including a great pile of ‘banned books’ (by Amazon), which I got here at C.C. or from other far-Right sites. Also, quite a few books from library sales, especially in college towns which are throwing out bundles of ‘now-controversial’ tomes from socialist-leaning shelves. I once found “The Bell Curve” for 50 cents, for instance. We need to think of ourselves as archivists for the White future.
Privatization is a band-aid worse than the disease. Socialism can be OK or not, depending on what the goals are.
If libraries were privatized, Mandelbaum would buy them. So where does that get you?
The Corporation for Public broadcasting is a “Private Corporation Funded by the American People”. In other words, Mandelbaum owns it.
As the wise George Rockwell said, nothing wrong with 100 percent government as long as it’s 100 percent good government.
It ultimately comes down to whether it’s right wing or left wing socialism. If it’s taken from the Third Position approach, such as National Socialism, then yes, I wholeheartedly agree that socialism would solve many of societal ills reaching far beyond the library itself.
Marvelous and terrible post. I love books. I used to love libraries. Terrific memories of perusing the card catalogue and wandering the stacks in college. We took our older son to the library for new stacks of books every week, and noticed the constantly enlarged and unused Spanish language section. Then the Chinese language section. After I saw the specially marked “Quiet Room” in the library I never went back. The fall of Western Civilization perfectly encapsulated by the transition of the Public Library to international homeless shelter/community center. It’s not bittersweet, just bitter.
That is indeed a sad story but similar to what I have seen in our central city library in the North. The South doesn’t have a claim on badly behaved obnoxious blacks. Thank God I have three walls of books around me and rarely visit the library.
Beautifully written!! I wish I could tell you that I still take my children to the libraries I grew up with, but I don’t. While usually the first reason for me not to be a patron of public spaces is demographics, at my local libraries it’s because of the agendas being pushed. LGBT story time, drag queens, etc. Is it not ironic how of all places, a LIBRARY, can perfectly display the degradation of society? Your story reminds me of last Halloween. My husband and I took my children to my old high school to do a “trunk or treat” since no one bothers with actual trick-or-treating anymore. We immediately regretted it. I kept having to touch my husband on the back or throw him looks to keep him calm and I was gritting my teeth so hard I’m surprised I didn’t grind them down to powder. Why? Because after waiting in line for 30 minutes, we finally make it inside. We are immediately greeted by a very dark scene. Literally. Black TEENAGE girls booty dancing in front of the families to bass boomin’ rap music, thug-wannabes yapping and throwing gang signs, the occasional white cheerleader looking completely withdrawn and shrunken and Mexicans everywhere with no manners. After practically dragging my family through the lines and my husband and I taking turns making sure neither of us snap, we made it out. As soon as we walked out of the building, we exploded. Where were the teachers and the coaches? Why allow that filth at a family-oriented event? We now discuss seeing other whites in public like we are a rare, endangered species!! Nothing is safe anymore, and we’re told to just shut up and put up with it. Each day that passes just makes more angry and more radical. It’s refreshing to know I’m not the only white woman who feels this way, especially in the south. It gets quite lonesome dear!!
Vika, you are definitely not alone. Thankfully, my county did not go in for “drag queen story hour,” but as for how long libraries there will resist it — who knows? Halloween has become a pretty depressing holiday in recent years. Its decline is a perfect illustration of what happens when areas become diverse and people lose the trust they once had in their neighbors and local towns. It, more than many other celebrations, requires a close-knit community in order to work. I’m sorry your children experienced that.
We are in a period of irrational obsession, like the witch hunts of the 17th century. All arguments, however moderate and well-reasoned, must be condemned if they do not accept that victims are not responsible for their conditions, and that in all fields other than sports, the god of equality is to be worshipped. The characteristics long associated with different ethnic groups are taboo. Abraham Lincoln believed that blacks could not live with whites as their social and cultural equals, and advocated that they be sent back to Africa or to the Caribbean. It is noticeable that in general the lighter the black the more anger and resentment is expressed, implicitly a criticism of the ancestor who interbred and led to his feeling of inferiority and shame.
Your latter sentence is due to their usually greater integration into white society. Many of the really dark-skinned brothas simply have no contact with white people, except as strangers or cops.
As a worker in an urban library system, this all rings very true. The blacker the neighborhood, the more unruly the location will be. Far more DVDs get checked out compared to books. People get dozens at a time, they must watch at least a few daily (and it’s all Hollywood garbage of course.)
Just recently it was “banned book week” which is totally Orwellian. Of course, no books actually banned from Amazon were on display…it was mostly gay/trans stuff aimed at children, with some classics like Brave New World and 1984. A lot of extremely popular stuff, that a tiny amount of religious schools had removed due to parental pressure. Last year, it was full of Harry Potter (some schools removed it due to witchcraft which is very silly), but this year no HP at all. Looks like Rowling is banned from banned book week!
Yup, cuz Rowling is now a courageous critic of the “non-binary / gender fluid” lunacy, so the Stalinist Thought Police who run the libraries hate her now even more than the bible-thumpers do! She’s been banned by the hypocrites who pretend to oppose bans! I so wish I could find it funny. It’s the same story everywhere: the public libraries have all turned into publicly funded daycare zoos staffed by mentally diseased Marxists. The only wholesome libraries left are on college campuses, where the welfare mamas and ghetto ‘boons don’t care to go.
Sounds like the Ft. Bend County Library in Richmond/Rosenberg, Texas. Now the most diverse county in the USA, I think. Overall a truly wretched place, which still has a few pleasant pockets of whiteness, if you know where to look, although the people who live in them are racially unconscious. (Unless this summer woke them up – I haven’t been there in a while.)
It was nice to read this testimony from a fellow Great Replacement survivor.
Thank you for this pleasant reading. Grim, grim…
Where to go, even the remotest of Pacific islands are not anymore what they used to be…
Fascinating article and very well written, thank you!
This account of the conditions of the patrons of libraries of today’s America is sadly dead common almost everywhere, with the sometime exception of predominantly White towns.
A sad commentary of where we are headed as we become minorities in our own countries.
Exceptionally well written. Thank you.
I worked with nearly all black residents and staff in healthcare for over fifteen years in the globohomo world headquarters that is NYC. I nearly cracked up by the end of it all.
I wanted to be a librarian. I had the feeling that the triad of a) high tuition of a three year degree in lib.sc. would take forever to recoup, b) shrinking budgets and facilities and increased digitalization would make job hunting increasingly hard, and c) nepotism because its a govt/union job was too much to bear.
Now when i go in the library its exactly as you describe. A homeless shelter, immigration service center and social justice propaganda seminar/learning centre.
I struggled to not take all the transgender book displays and misshelve them or throw them out the nearest open window or full trash can.
Also: the womens washrooms are now filled with sex trafficking brochure posters and needle drop boxes. Lovely.
Altho I moved away from Connecticut several years ago, I imagine the library in my old town there is still pretty much the same. It’s quite nice, like those in neighboring towns. You won’t see more than a few blacks or Hispanics over the course of a year and no homeless people. The system can get just about any book in print from Connecticut, Massachusetts, or Rhode Island in a few days.
The problem that I saw was in the transformation of the book selection. The library had any number of “new arrivals” desks around the place, and my casual take was that probably three-fourths of the authors of any sort of new book were Jews despite Jews making up not 3% of our town’s residents. The thing is, the town paid the librarians and I believe the new head librarian was Jewish. The library building was new, costing $20+ million for a small town, so it was nice. Ominously, it also had an “Einstein Cafe” to honor that Jewish fraud, and no doubt displays demanding a religious duty to honor that other Jewish shtetl-grade fairytale, the so-called Holocaust, whenever its holy week comes around.
For some reason our private library association decided to have a regular, but modest-sized movie theater in the new library. I don’t go to Hollywood movies anymore than I’d go to sewers to relax, but I did accept an invitation to see some movie in the new theater. It was wintertime and when myself and my date got there, somewhat early, there was nobody in the lobby area and yet inside there were rows of empty seats with jackets over the backs of every seat in the place, while next to those empty seats people were sitting there who had no jackets behind them. It didn’t take long to realize these weren’t teenagers, but adult Jews from neighboring towns playing some sort of game in which friends take turns claiming seats.
As a resident I called over the librarian in charge that evening and told her to get these creeps’ jackets off the empty seats to free them for residents or I would, which she then bravely did, since she’d had it with Jews pulling this stunt since the first day the new library opened its doors. They ruin everything. I grew up in what had been a wonderful family town on Long Island that’s a horror now that the Jews and Asians have moved in. At least there are still options to get away from them.
In any case, why do members of Congress and denizens of our federal agencies kiss the Jews’ feet? When you say “boo” to them, as this middle-aged female librarian did, they disappear up their own arsehole like the Cheshire cat. This is, after all, still our country and only theirs to the extent they hate it, as their hatred in support of Antifa and BLM makes clear.
Wardell to the rescue!
Ha! Never found out if the smartphone survived.
My first college degree was in Art History, which of course is not a ‘practical’ degree, so my second was in Librarianship, which I was sure would ‘get me a job’, though I had spent my first 15+ working years as a secretary. So, on my interviews with librarians to ‘come on board’, I thought I would get hired immediately because I had some ‘work experience’, though not directly in a library. But the interview almost always included: “What managerial experience do you have?” Well, I’ve never been a ‘career climber’, so I had to tell them, ‘none’. Interview ended. I thought an M.A. degree, plus a love of books, would be enough, but alas! I never got a job, and had to return to ‘real work’ in order to support myself, and never returned to the quest. Thank you for this article, now I am so happy I never did get hired!
However, I experienced much of what was discussed in this article even while working in various city and county ‘office drone’ positions. The American workplace is a sight to behold anymore, and it is truly a microcosm of the whole country — except we Whites can go home to our own little part of it which we still manage to ‘people’ with our own kind. Maybe White Nationalism will create enclaves where we can still escape the new ‘madding crowd’.
Alexandra, yes, you might have dodged a bullet. I bet you have some illuminating stories of your own to share. Whenever I hear the phrase “lived experience” (a redundancy, really), I reflexively roll my eyes. But in these cases, it actually means something. Dealing with the public tries men’s souls.
Re: bygone reads — older, worn-out, and low-traffic books were constantly taken off the shelves to make room for new arrivals (a process that some librarians insisted on calling “gardening”). Once we de-processed those deemed below “good condition” and therefore not fit to sell, we were allowed to take any that struck our fancy. I snagged a few gems this way.