White Girl Bleed a Lot — Knockout Game edition
Another letter from Louisville. Lots of racial trauma out there.
Lots:
Dear Colin,
Black mobs are rampant in Louisville and the crime map is only showing what was recorded. When a black mob crime happens and the police show up, they tell you that they cannot take a report unless they witness the event.
So when you are looking at the crime map, keep that in mind http://www.metromapper.org/map-louisville-crime-recent.php
Blacks have been causing problems for years, ever since bussing started in the 70s and they have progressively gotten worse.
I quit school in 10th grade because I could not ride the bus or attend class without being attacked by blacks on a daily bases. My son quit going to school because of them and attended a night school to avoid the blacks just to receive his diploma. I finally got a GED and went to college, got a AS degree on my dime. It took me 4 years to get that degree because I had to work a full-time job while attending.
Blacks have receive “unearned” diplomas and free college degrees, and get the best paying jobs, but the whites have to do all the work because the blacks don’t really know anything about the jobs they hold, all they have is a fake degree. I quit a good job because of being harassed by lazy blacks who get away with doing nothing only because they are black.
Whites who get along with blacks and act like them, “wiggers”, only do so because it is easier than fighting hoards of them, “if you can’t beat them join them”!
I can’t act like them, think like them, so that means I have to avoid them.
My mother and father were harrassed and mobbed by blacks, my mother killed my father on accident defending them that day. My mother was imprisoned and my son has psychological issues from watching his grandfather die that way.
My boyfriend of 25 years grew up in downtown louisville, he bought his house from his mother and father. He owed no mortgage. Old Louisville was a beautiful place, victorian homes, well kept yards, history. The blacks swooped in and moved into the houses on both sides of him, they converged on his neighborhood and in less than 5 years time Old Louisville became “The Hood” of ” The Ville”. All the whites were being forced out.
The new black neighbors on both sides of him were and still are major drug dealers. They threw loud, wild parties of thousands of blacks in the street and the empty lot across the street. It went on day and night. Trash everywhere. The drug dealing was rampant and out in the open for anyone to witness. These blacks have connections to prominent city officials. Everyone from water company employees in public utility vehicles and public transit buses to popular radio station owners.
Several of parties were propelled by certain city officials, fliers were created, port a potties brought in, the entire block was roped off with yellow tape. The parking spot in front of my boyfriend’s house was turned into a “handicapped” spot for the “pretend” handicapped drug dealing neighbor, creating a drive thru space for all their thousands of “pretend, parking pass recipient, handicapped” drug buyers. My boyfriends elderly mother was not eligible for a handicapped parking sticker and had to walk a block to visit.
My boyfriend was determined to stand and fight the crime, he was angry that if he did move he would not be able to sell his house for it’s true value. He was ready to retire, he had planned on living his live out there in his paid for home! He did not want to start over, use what little money he got for selling his house to blacks as a downpayment for a similar house elsewhere, and have to make house payments all over again.
He began fighting the drug dealers and video taped them selling their drugs right out in the open. He sent the tapes to the police. Fearing for my boyfriend’s and my life, I wrote a letter to the Police Chief, the Mayor, and the Governor detailing the drug problems and they finally made an attempt to bust it up. They caught one of the dealers with thousands of dollars and drugs just as he left the neighbors house. He was sent to prison for 8 years. The problems continued, and got worse and worse.
I was afraid for my boyfriend, myself and my son. Threats of death were being made to my boyfriend by the drug dealers and I became afraid the drug dealers would come after me but more afraid they would retaliate against my son. After 25 years I left my boyfriend. We remained friends for a while but after he saw I was not going to take him back unless he moved our relationship became strained. I gave him my Akita for protection when we separated and wished him luck. Sadly, after the drug dealer who was busted served his eight years my ex was murdered. Beaten to death walking my dog across the street from his house. The crime has never been solved but I know it was the black drug dealers next door.
Prior to my ex being murdered I married and we moved out of Louisville to escape the nightmare. I was forced to foreclose on my home and file bankruptcy to cover the loss. I was never going to be able to sell the house for what it would have been worth before the blacks converged on the area, let alone what I owed on the house! And those murderers knew where I lived. I still fear everyday for my son and his children, but they too have since moved out of Louisville. I am still looking over my shoulder, wondering if any of us are far enough away.
From NPR in Louisville
We now live in a town of less than 1000 mostly white people. The park behind our house is pristine, beautiful, clean and quiet. It is paradise compared to the nightmare we left behind. Sadly, I noticed last summer on two occasions hoards of around 200 or so blacks visited the park for the day.
They have so far been quiet and clean, “feeling it out” but they have to break the rules somehow, so they park on the grass around the picnic shelter instead of in the designated parking areas. It won’t be long now! I have seen it happen too many times, next is the loud rap noise, the trash and the crime. We have started downsizing and packing for our escape from insanity. Know anybody that wants to buy a house?
We have decided that we will never again buy a house, it is best to just rent so we can pick up and move quickly. We are not sure where we are going, hopefully there is still a place for “us new to the population of poor and middle class whites” to live peaceably.
Recently, since the last mob violence and crime wave downtown, the Mayor of Louisville, the Police Department and Metro Council have decided that they need to appease the blacks who are creating all the problems by providing them with someplace to go, something to do. They want to build the troublemakers nice new community centers and stock them full of shiny new computers and games systems. They are providing these black mobster troublemakers with free movies and entertainment on the white taxpayer’s dime!
But what about the white victims of all the terror and crime produced by these black mobsters? What about all the white families who are continually suffering through all this violence? What appeasement do we get? Where are our reparations?
Is the only choice left for whites the sign up for the trip to a new life on Mars?
