I'm lucky and blessed. What better way to sum it up? After looking at my life I have to admit that, tho life and I myself have been far from perfect, it has been a very good 26 years so far.
I was born in to a PA German family of Amish stock and adopted by a more worldly Mennonite family when I was younger. I was lucky enough to be raised by both sides of the family, shuffling between Allentown and all points between Eerie and Bird in Hand. My contact with non-whites had been very limited as I preferred farm life and when visiting my adopted side I'd stay in their suburban home rather than go down town. I used to berate myself because I didn't do much in the way of parties like my friends did ( I was no longer in private education byt he time I was in junior high ) and when I got older and went to high school ( against the wishes of the birthside of my family, for fear I'd become worldy ) I stayed away from people who did drugs and drank. Yes, I was sheltered, but it was in my nature to shy away from such things. My friends which did fall in to such things never brough it around me out of respect for me and my beliefs.
It was good times until about the second year of high school. That's when they started bussing in 'unfortunate' kids.
For weeks before we were given stories about how 'urban' teens are 'just like you, just poorer'. Well, anyone will tell you that Pa farmers don't always make the money people assume we do. Being Amish or Mennonite and owning land and farms doesn't make you rich, despite what people think. We're not the 'commune/communist' group that some make us out to be. So most of us with money were thankful for it, and those who didn't have money still knew how to behave. This idea that 'poor = underpriviledged' wasn't in our mentality and so we knew just whom, or should I say what, our teachers were referring to.
die Schwarzen
There were a total of four negro kids in our high school and maybe 20 or so in junior high. We didn't take guff from them and anyone who came around with the thug mentality was quickly ignored or told to knock it off around the rest of us. The one negro boy who dared to rub up against a white girl after sneaking in to the girl's locker room was quickly put back in place, and that hospital. We hadn't had any problems. Until now.
After perhaps a month of inner city bussing we started calling our once very nice high school Somalia, Afreeka, and variations thereof. You had to walk down the halls with three or four friends at a time. None of us girls walked anywhere NEAR school without at least one man with them. Even the most avoided white kids found 'protectors' simply because with the influx of niggers we felt we needed to shelter each other from the onslaught of jungle mentality.
It wasn't long before the small problem of white kids smoking a joint behind the football field bleachers turned in to meth and crack being sold openly in the bathrooms, groups of teenapers would surround anyone they could and beat them sensless for money, shoes, or just because they could. There were 7 seperate rapes during school hours, all white girls, before our complaints to the school board were even heard. After being heard they assumed it was ' a matter of cultural misunderstanding'.
It took two years of the whites constantly intimidating, beating and threatening these baboons before any semblance of order was restored. Countless accusations of 'hate crimes' were filed, but luckily the assistant principal sided with the students and the principal finally realized his mistake when his daughter started dating a mud and wound up pregnant with a mullato baby and no father in sight. Complaints were given no mind and the few who complained to the school board convinced the board that this idea wasn't working. Finally the whole thing ended.
After almost two years of bussing our school had been ranked in the top 5 percent in the state. Now we were under warning that our funding would be taken away because we were in the bottom 2 percent. The mud parents were trying to organize a daycare center IN THE SCHOOL, and wiggers and nigger loving white girls were becoming the norm.
It took the rest of us, who actually cared, a frantic three months to get back on track and get our test scores up. with only about three months until graduation we were cramming and taking optional classes to make up for all the days we opted out of school and skipped so we wouldn't have to go thru the gauntlet of thugs. Happily, we made it.
After college and a brief time working I met my soon-to-be husband and moved out to Montana, where he lived. I saw my part of PA fall to niggerdom and I wanted to get as far away as possible, tho it pained me to see my family stay where they were. I saw what was coming, tho, and needed to get away. I could handle the asians and indians coming in to the area: never had a problem with them and they were always at least civilized. But I knew what was going to happen with the rampant influx of mexicans, south americans, general illegals and most of all the niggers.
Since moving to Montana I haven't looked back and only go to visit family once in a rare blue moon. I gave up what I knew as a relatively well-to-do farming and doctoring family to live a harder life as a blue collar lower income 'redneck' type. I've not regretted one day of it.
I can walk a few blocks over to the store without an escourt if I like. I don't have to carry anything with me for protection just to go around town or walk beside the Yellowstone River. Best of all, I've walked thru downtown at 2am to meet my husband at our friend's house once a week to hang out with him after his night shift job is done, not needing to carry a knife or listen for cars about pull a driveby.
After years of 'glorious mulitculturalism' I can now meet with friends whenever and wherever I want, we go out and quilt in the park gazeebo and don't have to worry about getting beaten up, I've not run in to one woman yet who's had a problem with thugs. Our school system in Montana is very low rated, but the number of homeschooling families and support groups are up and most of them are Christian focused. We've had only two murders done in over 20 years, both by muds, and we don't have qualms about saying whose fault it was. Our negros are well mannered and know how to behave.
I have seen what happens when people are forced to integrate. I've seen the results of white girls and blacks coming together. I've seen liberals turn tables and regret they ever let muds darken their door. Now I fell that God has given me a new start and chance out here. If He blesses us with children my husband and I have agreed that we will always keep them with their own kind. He is very supportive of my racialist views even to the point of willing to sell all we have to run in to the hills if we must to keep ourselves from muds.
Once a person finds freedom in a virtually all-white life how can we go back? Better yet, how can we ignore our brothers and sisters stuck without hope in saturated ghettos?
Tags: Crime Negro Crime Integration Danger
