Im with karl marx; religion is definitely the opiate of the masses.
I was forced to attend a school where I was one of fourteen whites. There were 200something asians, 300something mexicans, and 500 blacks.
I would not have seen this as a problem, however the school was... ghetto.
This was in my seventh grade year. I came from a place where the school had an "optional\gifted" program where a select few students were siphoned off and kept completely isolated from those who could not meet 125 on the iq test.
Then I came to a school where a half-page paper with no polysyllabic words was acceptable for a term research project. YUCK!
My best 7th grade teacher would not let me read "Don Quixote" for a term report; she instead made me pick from a limited selection of books where the most advanced available was Roald Dahl's The Twits. Thus, I promptly had myself bumped into 8th grade, where at least complete simple sentences were required in writing.
This was not the worst of the school, however, as I soon discovered. The other children, the majority of which were black, were “Ghetto”. The girls had what they called “attitudes”; they would scream at teachers, etc. The boys were pure evil, I believe. They used to make daily attempts to smuggle buck knives into school, refer to all other blacks and mexicans as “that ****er” and whites as “cuz.” I cleverly made myself a target for hate on my first day by (A) being white, and (B) responding “no” to question “hey cuz, you got a religion?”
The other significant problem was the school philosophy of “a diverse education.”
When I first arrived, the entire class groaned and angrily screamed “we don’t need no more whites up in here” They hated me for this, and made many attempts to physically thrust me from the classroom. Worse yet, I started school sitting at a table with an iranian, 2 other whites, and the only black in the school who had respect for whites. He was not ghetto, and quite frankly I think he may have meen on of the best human beings I have ever known. But the teacher, throwing diversity at me, said “I want you to move to this table, for more diversity.” Sitting at the table where I was moved were 4 blacks with great hatred for my white self. So what does diversity mean again?
These people, almost every last one of the bastards, believed that their job was basketball. There are more black brain surgeons than basketball players, and even in that school there were almost enough blacks to fill the entire nba. So what’s the probablility that these people will make it? They would even go so far as to argue against working in class with statements like this one: “I’ve got a whole career in basketball ahead of me”
The majority of them wanted me, a white agnostic “fool”, dead.
Worse. They even talked about racism, loudly and aggressively. Calling me a racist when their initial reaction to me was “we don’t need no more whites up in here.” They did this constantly… and this was only pouring gasoline on the fire in my mind.
**** them. Kill them all. I hated the blacks, and I hated the mexicans and whites and asians who bought in on this culture with an even greater vengeance. All I wanted at that time was for something to purge their corrupt selves from this existence.
Now I look back on these bastards, my hate for the ghetto stronger than ever, my temple pulsating with rage, and realize that they had no hope other than the very slim chance that they would go pro with basketball… and they damn well knew it. Thus, they turned to a drug.
This “drug” is taken through the eyes and ears, and it remains with you forever.
It is addictive after just a few hits.
It is a hallucinogen, an opiate, and a stimulant.
It drives them, and more. It drives the majority of our society.
It is… blind, uneducated christianity.
Now would you, most of you educated, call me a racist?
I was forced to attend a school where I was one of fourteen whites. There were 200something asians, 300something mexicans, and 500 blacks.
I would not have seen this as a problem, however the school was... ghetto.
This was in my seventh grade year. I came from a place where the school had an "optional\gifted" program where a select few students were siphoned off and kept completely isolated from those who could not meet 125 on the iq test.
Then I came to a school where a half-page paper with no polysyllabic words was acceptable for a term research project. YUCK!
My best 7th grade teacher would not let me read "Don Quixote" for a term report; she instead made me pick from a limited selection of books where the most advanced available was Roald Dahl's The Twits. Thus, I promptly had myself bumped into 8th grade, where at least complete simple sentences were required in writing.
This was not the worst of the school, however, as I soon discovered. The other children, the majority of which were black, were “Ghetto”. The girls had what they called “attitudes”; they would scream at teachers, etc. The boys were pure evil, I believe. They used to make daily attempts to smuggle buck knives into school, refer to all other blacks and mexicans as “that ****er” and whites as “cuz.” I cleverly made myself a target for hate on my first day by (A) being white, and (B) responding “no” to question “hey cuz, you got a religion?”
The other significant problem was the school philosophy of “a diverse education.”
When I first arrived, the entire class groaned and angrily screamed “we don’t need no more whites up in here” They hated me for this, and made many attempts to physically thrust me from the classroom. Worse yet, I started school sitting at a table with an iranian, 2 other whites, and the only black in the school who had respect for whites. He was not ghetto, and quite frankly I think he may have meen on of the best human beings I have ever known. But the teacher, throwing diversity at me, said “I want you to move to this table, for more diversity.” Sitting at the table where I was moved were 4 blacks with great hatred for my white self. So what does diversity mean again?
These people, almost every last one of the bastards, believed that their job was basketball. There are more black brain surgeons than basketball players, and even in that school there were almost enough blacks to fill the entire nba. So what’s the probablility that these people will make it? They would even go so far as to argue against working in class with statements like this one: “I’ve got a whole career in basketball ahead of me”
The majority of them wanted me, a white agnostic “fool”, dead.
Worse. They even talked about racism, loudly and aggressively. Calling me a racist when their initial reaction to me was “we don’t need no more whites up in here.” They did this constantly… and this was only pouring gasoline on the fire in my mind.
**** them. Kill them all. I hated the blacks, and I hated the mexicans and whites and asians who bought in on this culture with an even greater vengeance. All I wanted at that time was for something to purge their corrupt selves from this existence.
Now I look back on these bastards, my hate for the ghetto stronger than ever, my temple pulsating with rage, and realize that they had no hope other than the very slim chance that they would go pro with basketball… and they damn well knew it. Thus, they turned to a drug.
This “drug” is taken through the eyes and ears, and it remains with you forever.
It is addictive after just a few hits.
It is a hallucinogen, an opiate, and a stimulant.
It drives them, and more. It drives the majority of our society.
It is… blind, uneducated christianity.
Now would you, most of you educated, call me a racist?
