Interestingly, the above news report does give the race of the attackers. This should be the case in every violent crime story. And, the race of the victims should also always be given.
The truth of the race-hate crimes against Whites might just save some Whites from naively walking into danger.
How's all that diversity working for you, America?
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CHICAGO HAS TO PAY $ 225 MILLION TO WHITE BI-POLAR WOMAN WHO WAS RELEASED BY COPS IN A BLACK AREA AND WHO WAS ATTACKED BY A BLACK
Short article with photos of the White woman victim and her Black attacker.
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ANN COULTER: "IT'S NOT A GUN PROBLEM, IT'S A DEMOGRAPHIC PROBLEM."
Short video segment.
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USC KEEPS NEIGHBORS OFF CAMPUS
USC is right on the border of South Central Los Angeles--the most crime ridden part of that city. This is a fact that the libs often try to hide.
Now, after students have been murdered, raped, attacked and robbed, USC is reluctantly starting to face reality and is closing the campus to its "neighbors" who are overwhelmingly non-White.
Let's see where this all ends up. Marches in protest? Cries of racism? Candlelight walks with moist eyed liberals singing Kumbaya? Signs reading "Can't we all get along?" Columns in newspapers by libs who will claim the problem isn't race, but, er, poverty, White privilege, bigotry, hatred of people of color?
In a way, the problems at USC are a tiny version of the problems we have in our larger society, where Whites have been so neutered by the fear of being called names that they are often unable to rationally discuss the reality of the violent crime of which they are so often the victims, and instead mouth silly and childish nothings about the wonders of cultural diversity, blah, blah, blah.
The truth of our existence as individuals is that we are not duty bound to burn even one calorie or waste one second of our time in trying to gauge the content of another person's character, any more than we are duty bound to burn a single calorie or waste one second in trying to figure out which shark might bite us and which one won't. Why bother? What is to be gained by entering the water with sharks at all? How are we enriched by being with sharks? We are not. There is no return on our investment of our calories and our time.
Rudyard Kipling wrote of this:
The Stranger
The Stranger within my gate,
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk--
I cannot feel his mind.
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
But not the soul behind.
The men of my own stock,
They may do ill or well,
But they tell the lies I am wanted to,
They are used to the lies I tell;
And we do not need interpreters
When we go to buy or sell.
The Stranger within my gates,
He may be evil or good,
But I cannot tell what powers control--
What reasons sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
Shall repossess his blood.
The men of my own stock,
Bitter bad they may be,
But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
And see the things I see;
And whatever I think of them and their likes
They think of the likes of me.
This was my father's belief
And this is also mine:
Let the corn be all one sheaf--
And the grapes be all one vine,
Ere our children's teeth are set on edge
By bitter bread and wine.
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk--
I cannot feel his mind.
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
But not the soul behind.
The men of my own stock,
They may do ill or well,
But they tell the lies I am wanted to,
They are used to the lies I tell;
And we do not need interpreters
When we go to buy or sell.
The Stranger within my gates,
He may be evil or good,
But I cannot tell what powers control--
What reasons sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
Shall repossess his blood.
The men of my own stock,
Bitter bad they may be,
But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
And see the things I see;
And whatever I think of them and their likes
They think of the likes of me.
This was my father's belief
And this is also mine:
Let the corn be all one sheaf--
And the grapes be all one vine,
Ere our children's teeth are set on edge
By bitter bread and wine.
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