white supremacy – lonerloaner

S.W.A.D. – Specific White Amnesic Disorder

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I have a clinical term I will present to the DSM this year to list amongst the thousands of others they have voted in over the last half a century.

‘SWAD’ – ‘Specific White Amnesic Disorder’.

Reserved only for white people who didn’t realise, or couldn’t imagine a scenario of white colonialist history when presented with the facts about oppressive and racist pasts.

Like a chunk of their brain magically went missing that recalls history that was never taught. It’s not an excuse you can use to say, ‘Oh, I didn’t know that’.

-W.E.

Something has got to give. We can’t keep playing this reverse psychology, flipping the script, turning the truth and blatantly outright denying the facts, that white privilege affords a comfort that people of colour aren’t privy to.

There’s a convenience of playing dumb, or just outright being that uneducated when the general populace is presented with facts about the history of white colonialism, white oppression, white genocide of non whites, killing, murder, rape, pillage, theft, manipulation, power, control, stealing of natural resources, influence of war against, perpetuating international crimes against people of colour and natives of land. We cannot pretend to be shocked, and surprised, worse, lie about not knowing, pretend it doesn’t or didn’t exist.

Structural racism is so embedded in media influence, corporate influence, monetary influence, educational and government policy that even people of colour can be found denying history or detached from the reality that is attached at the hip to darwinistic-eugenicist-white supremacy. Since it’s disgusting theory was espoused, white men have hung on to such corrosive discourse with their dear lives, able to have shifted cultural and social paradigm until people are so numb and so lazy that they won’t even bother to get educated.

A wash of spume comes over them in the form of amnesia, even if they are educated in the destructive history and it becomes convenient to billboard at any given moment, to take to the stands of academe, to rise to the platforms of social media and hashtag alllivesmatter, as a supposed solution to #blacklivesmatter, not knowing that in reality, the simplicity of their intellect exposed, shows their inbuilt white privileged defence mode is entrenched with a weighty carving. Breaking such prejudice is near impossible without a blatant slap in the face, perhaps a kick in the groin to bring to reality their uttermost awareness and then have them focus on the subject at hand.

We don’t feel, we don’t realise, we can’t comprehend, we are utterly, cluelessly bereft of actual learning and understanding, and there has to be drastic measures to shake such disgusting and hidden racist vitriol out of a person, because the same way it is a learned trait, it can be unlearned, but the mirror has to be held up to these narcissists who are so threatened when faced with the reality of who they are and what they believe.

If you support a person of colour, race, sexuality, religion or gender against oppression, it doesn’t take an iota away from your colour, race, sexuality, religion or gender.

As straight as I am, happily married with children to boot, I don’t become gay if I take measures to defend a gay person.

As religious as I am, it in no way diminishes from my spirituality if I lose my voice standing up for the rights of anyone to practise their faith, or non-faith.

You don’t ever become lesser by standing up, you become more human than ever, more relatable to and respected by more people.

Unless of course your idea of humanity is segregation, separation, partitioning and isolation. Perhaps then, all you need to do is remove yourself from the social sphere, find a place where you can be on your own without infecting others, because make no mistake, you ARE the disease, you ARE the problem.

All lives can’t matter until the most oppressed lives are brought to the same privileged as the rest of the world. Until then, #blacklivesmatter matters more, otherwise your memory is dismally poor, I worry you actually might be brain damaged, not amnesic.

-W.E.

Dear Australia

Dear Australia,

I am sorry, I am not donning the red white and blue today.
This in no way or form makes me an ingrate to the privilege I have enjoyed growing up in this country.

This makes me a human, in full working capacity, able to acknowledge truths when they stand above him, when they stare him in the face in the back alley of his soul.

I can’t take those truths on no matter how hard I try and it is not because of lack of ability to intellectualise, theorise, philosophise or fantasise, whatever one of those ‘ise’ I implore, they are misdirection, misspelling of one word, LIES.

I am big, I am strong and I am secure in my convictions. I am faithful, I am honest and I am kind to my fellow man. I have a heart and I have a soul and I certainly have a mind and they all direct me to put my fists down, to submit my mind, to squeeze my heart and to hold my breath as I dive into oceans of truths that lay secrets buried under beds of atrocities anchored to the history of what makes this country.

I am ashamed. I am not of white descendants. I am not of European colonialist background, my ancestors had nothing to do with the genocide of the original custodians of this land, but I am still ashamed and the burden of guilt grows more and more as I age.

My own people have faced persecution too. For over one hundred years, white supremacy aims to drill into the heart, to burn the fabric of our cultures too. We’ve experienced genocide in the thousands of millions, uncountable numbers for no reason than also being custodians of land that contains valuable resources, that is conveniently in the way of their money pursuits, politics being the scapegoats for the reality of pure greed, brown skin the marketing medium to justify their propaganda push to kill people, human beings, people with cultures and heritages thousands and thousands of years old.

So my Aboriginal brethren, I feel your anguish, never in the manner that can be materialised into the raw emotion that I witness on your beautiful faces, but I feel something. I can’t raise a thumbs up on this day, I can’t raise my eyes from the floor, I share your mourn. I share your sadness. I taste the bitterness that lingers without a sweetness to numb it ever. The taste becoming the familiar flavour forcing an inability to palate anything else.

Please accept my apology for not doing enough, not feeling enough, not knowing enough and being oblivious to anything but myself for all these years.

To God we belong and to God we return, collectively in front of Him will we be stripped naked of our hypocritical clothes, of our oppressor skin, of our privileged flesh and our sullied bones.

There with nothing but our souls, will the court room doors be flung open and in front Him will there be one witness to put us away, to close the trial on us. Our souls will testify against us and we will all pay for that guilt. The laws of nature are the laws of God, there can be no semantic outbursts of fanciness around this. The nomenclature of the soul will bare witness, it’s time humanity became familiar with that nomenclature, to perhaps spare itself the trial that awaits it, the perpetual torment that will haunt us when the trumpet is blown.

Forgive me

Wes

p.s.

This article is one of the best I have read. Do yourself a favour. Put down the beers, the flags and the barbecue tongs. Read something and learn.

http://islaminaustralia.com/2013/09/10/the-first-encounter-between-muslim-people-and-the-aboriginal-australians-key-note-address-by-patrick-dodson/

Australia day: A celebration of genocide

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I don’t veer into politics much, but when it is turmoiled with such a tragic day of shamelessness, I feel compelled to speak up.

I’m as alpha as males come, but this fucking ripped me. Mesmerisingly the most beautiful ceremony I have ever seen…. fucking ever!

I wish more Australians appreciated culture in general and I wish once and for all this whole country would shut the fuck up and just listen….. the world has stories to tell, they’re ancient, the world is ancient. Australia is ancient. It is not two hundred and eighteen years old, any child who learns about Aboriginal heritage will be able to fill you in, adults though, a strange amnesia hangs over their heads in perpetual dark clouds.

In three days the nation will shamefully celebrate a monstrous atrocity.

We hail the name of a lying crook, a thieving peasant, a murdering, pillaging remnant of a human who was then raised to high status by her royal bitch, the Queen of putridness.

This shameful day I don’t celebrate. I might find a corner to mourn in, to share warmth with brethren who are hurt by this gesture, to cloak them in anything, serve a cup of tea, a word of sorrow…. anything but celebration.

I know the ceremony is meant to celebrate union and love, but there can be no love in a relationship culture-less and void of heritage. It just made me reflect on all cultures of the world and their various ceremonies, and more importantly Aboriginal heritage and culture, their ceremonies, their dances and how we’re so fucking racist after all this time, that a small cultural gesture scares the fuck out of a nation of tough guy footballers. The nation loses it’s mind over a cultural dance and spear throw, in the words of Aamer Rahman, ‘their fake white feelings were hurt by a fake spear throwing’, so fucking fake Australia…. so poignant a reaction. I guess being fake, you recognised something and it hit a nerve.

Two hundred and eighteen years is not a culture and there are still people who cannot comprehend this. Let’s hope it doesn’t take another two hundred and eighteen to repent and pay penance.

But for now, cry as I did from this video…. Amazing…..

Watch the video first…. then read the words underneath the video of what the Haka translates to.

Pay attention
Listen up, take your stance!
Hi!
Arms outstretched,
out and back!
Kss Kss

What is right is always right!
In – deed!
What is right is always right!
Ah… yes!
Be true to yourself, my son!
My concerns have been raised about you, so pay attention!…. .
What is this problem you are carrying?
How long have you been carrying it for?
Have you got that? Right, let’s go on.

So son, although it may be difficult for you
and son, although it seems to be unyielding
no matter how long you reflect on it
the answer to the problem
is here inside you.
Indeed! Indeed! Indeed! Yes, indeed!

Source: http://www.folksong.org.nz/tika_tonu/

Ransom for freedom – 4

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OF seManTics.
cAll iT wHat It is yoU fUcKing
cOwaRds!
WhItE supReMacY

-W.E.

The reflex action has occurred. Through their deceptive means, they have failed miserably to introduce a code of politically correct and harmonious vocabulary to suit the vernacular of public dialogue.

Instead of being honest through public space which is ironic since their books and literature are wrought with open frankness about their supremacist ideals, instead, they water down concepts to make them palatable, to occupy you with the mundane so that the toxic reality is ignored.

So we have the minority privileged, ironically ineffectively lacklustre in their life struggles, get motivated to tell an idiot on a train, ‘Hey that’s racism’, when they are picking on a woman of colour or race who doesn’t fit the pop culturally defined spectrum of supposed normality.
They are then paraded as a hero or heroine because someone has a phone and a Youtube account and a morning show needs clicks on their Facebook page.

The proper action would have been to take a bat to that persons head until you show him who is a minority and who is a majority, but that’s not PC enough. Until you bleed ‘racism’ out of his sinews and he is drained of it, like a blood letting of the demon it is!

The irony is people of colour and race are over seventy percent of the world if not more, that is if we want to go by the shitty standards of exclusivity and superiority of man as espoused by Darwinian gobbledygook.

White America, White Australia, White England and to some degree parts of White Europe.

That’s all they are…..

They’re diminishing because their illness is infatuation of self. They’re so enthralled with their pale reflection that they have forgotten the reality of life which is to procreate.

They prattle about natural selection through their devotion to Charles and his cesspool of a diseased mind and toxic soul and oh my God they are right, natural selection has them falling like flies as you cannot reproduce anywhere near the rate of the fertile world of colour and race. Oh the irony. Nature indeed has a way of filtering the bad ones out.
They’ve been taxed of the ability to procreate and breed and are naturally dying off. So they’ve created these plans of Eugenics to kill off other races.

Innocent people around the world, of colour, of race, of history of foundation of civilizations all to the slaughter to serve their fetishes.

You name it, they’ve created a way. Wars, food, sanctions, vaccinations, theft, pillage, murder, water contamination and more. They continue to perpetuate any means necessary to ensure they remain in power.

I don’t like to refer to human beings as dogs, but in this case, every dog has its day and their day is grand, it is coming.

It should be without disclaimer that people don’t get their knickers in a knot and comprehend who these accusations are against. They are directed at the elitist predators who control most of the world despite their minority. It is directed at the infantile and juvenile minded of supremacist supporters even though they in and of themselves are considered inferior by the true elitist. The true slaves of these elitists are the ones who in and of themselves are at the low end of the socio-economic spectrum, at best middle class and still side with the mantra of white supremacy whether directly or subconsciously through their laziness of mind, and emptiness of soul.

Take for instance this latest heart stopper, The Revenant being heralded as this amazing movie. I had one thing scurrying my mind throughout the whole movie. Fucking genocidal sons of bitches! The movie is nothing short of breathtaking when it comes to scenery and acting, particularly of Leonardo, but it is nothing short of a disaster of a storyline.
Boring as fuck, lame, repeated, watered down, dishonest and another stab at the intelligence of humans, or what is left of it. A coy and pompous exaltation of what it means to be a white supremacist. Mix in a little PC friendly storyline and you have The Revenant. There, hardly a spoiler but at least if you haven’t seen it, you will now watch with a bit more of an open mind instead of like the zombie that is expected.

Like clockwork, yesterday Leonardo gives a speech and my thoughts come to fruition. ‘……and lastly I want to share this award with all the first nations people represented in this film and all the indigenous communities around the world. It is time that we recognise your history and that we protect your indigenous lands from corporate interests and people that are out there to exploit them. It is time that we heard your voice and protected this planet for future generations…’

So conveniently said in his Armani suit, treated hair and ageless skin in front of his other privileged entourage of supporters. A day of toil in the land wouldn’t do him harm, a month, two, three maybe a year of living with these people day in and day out might have made his performance even better. But that’s exactly what it was, a performance, like his speech. Robotic, mechanical, scripted and emotionally void. He is an actor amongst many. Easy it is to prattle the social pedigree of expected comfort words in the expected time,walk on with grace Leo.

And on that note I leave you, take a long hard look at yourself. Let’s be frank, you’re an actor/ess. You prattle the social expectancies in public but are easily away from the uncomfortable realities. You bite your tongue from saying what you want and think because it is not colloquial etiquette but you mean something else with your behaviour and deeper beliefs.

You want to recognise indigenous people and protect the planet? Easy, stop killing everyone. Stop stealing resources, stop your eugenics programs and for the love of humanity stop prattling your bullshit in schools and give it back! Simple.

-W.E.