Memoirs of an Oppressed Black Man
Pro-White Forum Article 2/04/02
 
Memoirs of an Oppressed Black Man

by By Dry Ice Washington
(Relayed by Sam Daniels)



I am a young Black man in my twenties. I am unemployed, addicted to drugs, on parole, and the illegitimate father of six, but it is not my fault. I am a proud African-American. I have five other half-siblings, none of us know who our father is. My two half-sisters are welfare mothers with 11 children of their own between them. They don’t have contact with their children’s fathers either, but nobody really cares about that anyway. The government gives them more than enough to get by. My three half-brothers are all in jail for armed robbery, drugs, or murder, or a combination of the three. Every time the first of the month rolls around, we get together for family reunions and have quite a party. I like crack cocaine the best, but my sisters are into heroin. If it wasn't for the food banks and the free school lunch program, our kids might starve!!! I am always trying to get my life together, but the system is out to get my people.

First, the drug problem: Every Black person knows that the only reason we are such drug addicts is because those White bastards at the CIA funnel drugs into the ghetto. It is amazing how well they have their system set up. They have managed to fill every black neighborhood in the country with drugs, and there has never even been any evidence of CIA involvement at all!!!! This just goes to show how racist this country is. All of my friends and family have been to rehab or jail. Sure, we all sell and smoke crack and steal cars, but we only do that because the White man doesn’t want to hire Blacks like us. Sure, I’ve never actually applied for a job, but they won’t hire me anyway. And who wants to work for 7 dollars an hour? That’s just what the White man wants, to keep us Blacks working the low level jobs, just like the slave days.

They say we don’t have any skills or education, but that is just fancy White talk for “We don’t hire Blacks, boy.” Yeah, I dropped out of school in Jr. high, but who wants to sit in a school and listen to some dumb teacher try to teach us how to act White? The whole education system is racist. All of the classes and tests are written so Black people can’t learn them. That way, they can point at the Black kids and call us stupid because we aren’t acting White enough for them. Why do you think Black kids score lower than Whites in every school district in the country? It’s not because we’re stupid or slow!!! The whole system is racist!!! That’s what Jesse Jackson told me anyways. It sure makes sense though. That’s why only a few of us ever amount to much. Because from the top to the bottom, this whole education system is designed to hold Black people down.

We are also constantly being racially profiled by the police. I’ve been in and out of jail so many times, I have lost track. I raped a White girl one time at a party, but I didn't do time. I told people she wanted to have sex with me, and, even though she screamed and cried while I was raping her, her parents didn’t press charges because they were afraid of sounding racist in court! When I was fourteen we did a drive by shooting at a rival gang member, and a stray bullet hit this White kid who was playing basketball. He was paralyzed, but I only had to go to youth authority for two years. That’s when I learned how to steal cars. The Mexicans taught me how to do it, and when I got out I made a ton of money. We’d go to these nice White neighborhoods and steal $60,000 cars almost every night. One time, I was riding with one of my homies, he drives a Lexus. He’s a millionaire rap artist. Well, we were driving through this white neighborhood looking for white girls to pick up, and these stupid cracker cops pulled us over because we looked suspicious. Can you believe that? Those white crackers pulled us over just because we were young and Black in a nice car. See how racist America is?

I started putting my car-theft money into the crack game. I always had plenty of Black people to sell it to. I took so much money from them; it wasn’t long before I was buying large amounts at a time. All of the people I bought from were Black, but I’m sure the CIA was hooking them up. Then I started smoking it myself, and things went downhill. I fathered a few kids; some of them were born crack-babies. But I try not to think of my kids too much. They are too much of a hassle, and every time I see my baby’s mamas, they just bitch about me not giving them any money. Like they aren’t getting enough from the government! Most of them keep having more kids from other fathers just so they have more money each month to spend on crack. I robbed a liquor store for drug money and got caught. I served 2 years out of a 10-year sentence, and then I was paroled. Now I’m broke and homeless. I’m the guy you see washing car windows at stoplights or begging for change on the corner. I eat at shelters and soup kitchens, and occasionally shoplift and sell what I steal on the street. All of the money I spend goes to crack, and it is only a matter of time before I snap and kill somebody. And it is all the White Man’s fault!


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