I blame the American History section of my local library for instilling in me a fear of Caucasian women. Go ahead, pick up Robert A. Gibson's "The Negro Holocaust: Lynching and Race Riots in the United States,1880–1950". After reading how the rhetoric surrounding lynchings frequently suggested they were to protect the virtue and safety of white women, you'd be scared too! I am not even going to mention Lisa Lindquist Dorr's White Women, Rape, and the Power of Race in Virginia, 1900-1960.
It doesn't stop there....
Look at these contemporary cases.
Amanda Knoxx lied, saying that the Congolese owner of a bar where she used to work murdered her roommate. Charles Stuart blamed a black man for killing his pregnant wife when in fact he did. Susan Smith’s said …show more content…
Did you know that it's really the sanctity of a white woman soul, that fuels the unrelenting serial journey to new depths of depravity.
Fearful Not scared
Being scared and fearful are two different things. Like many people I am scared of heights. However I am fearful of white women for what might be done to me in their name. Do you see the difference?
Lemme paint a scenario for you. A 20-year-old woman told police that a masked black man raped her in a Brooklyn park just hours ago. The police launch a search for a nefarious looking negro in lurking around said Brooklyn park. I, a local negro of the innocent variety, decide I need a walk. having spent too much time in front of my screen writing. Crossing paths with the lynching party patrolling cop, I find my self the recipient of a severe life threatening beating. She later recants her story and now, I have nothing left to do but be an disgruntled blogger who has lost all hope for
It doesn't stop there....
Look at these contemporary cases.
Amanda Knoxx lied, saying that the Congolese owner of a bar where she used to work murdered her roommate. Charles Stuart blamed a black man for killing his pregnant wife when in fact he did. Susan Smith’s said …show more content…
Did you know that it's really the sanctity of a white woman soul, that fuels the unrelenting serial journey to new depths of depravity.
Fearful Not scared
Being scared and fearful are two different things. Like many people I am scared of heights. However I am fearful of white women for what might be done to me in their name. Do you see the difference?
Lemme paint a scenario for you. A 20-year-old woman told police that a masked black man raped her in a Brooklyn park just hours ago. The police launch a search for a nefarious looking negro in lurking around said Brooklyn park. I, a local negro of the innocent variety, decide I need a walk. having spent too much time in front of my screen writing. Crossing paths with the lynching party patrolling cop, I find my self the recipient of a severe life threatening beating. She later recants her story and now, I have nothing left to do but be an disgruntled blogger who has lost all hope for