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Dear Negress #6

A letter from a (new) reader…

 

” Dear DOAN,

 

I saw this post on a video that talks a lot about the things you’ve mentioned:

 

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I’ve also noticed that we are saying a lot of the same things word for word almost. And our energies are shifting towards each other and less and less for them. They can feel it too. On my job, they approach me just to ask me silly questions but I know it’s because they can sense a change in me. I watched the movie you suggested called The Host :

I know you believe in other worldly things so I hope that this doesn’t sound crazy but I truly think whites are from another planet. They came here because they need a host planet to live and feed off. Black people are so enriched in what they need to survive they keep us around to parasite off but it’s getting too late for them.

I’ve always wondered why miscegenation laws are still on the books as illegal but they push interracial sex and having biracial children. Why have sex with the person you hate, right? Why form unions involving children that look like the person you claim is beneath you?

I believe that something is happening to them and their getting desperate to survive. That’s why suddenly you see the black woman on TV with white males. Even in movies you see a very dark skinned black woman with not a hispanic man, not an arab, not an indian man, not a native man but a fair skinned pale white Anglo man.

After all the ish they put us through telling us that we’re the least desirable, ugliest, nappy headed woman on this earth, now they’re promoting us? Correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t they lynch black males for whistling at their women? Now I can’t walk down the street where I live without seeing a white woman holding a brown baby by herself.

The question that needs to be asked by ALL of us is why?” 

 

 

Dear “X”

Thank you for your readership.

I’m going to make an unfortunate prediction.

I remember when Dr. Welsing stated very ominously that the (fake) Jews reached the highest level of integration with the Germans right before they were rounded up. I get the funny feeling that all those folks, they know who they are, that are PERMITTED to have the enemies woman, ( the opposite doesn’t hold as much weight due to the fact that this is still a patriarchy and men make the rules and enforce them) are going to be used as examples on a worldwide stage when the time comes.

I can’t give you FACTS on where Europeans come from because I can’t back anything up. All I have are reasonings, some literary knowledge (which may be falsified by agents of white supremacy) and my gut.

My gut tells me that EVERYTHING indigenous to Nature can withstand the high UV rays of the sun.

My gut tells me that everything Native to Nature has rhythm.

My gut tells me that it is NOT normal to be at war with the very planet that sustains you.

My gut tells me that even though Cultural Curiosity is NATURAL and should be ENCOURAGED in a positive fashion, it is NOT normal to hate and fear others for no reason.

 

Using that simple logic, I urge you and all my readers to surmise the answers for yourselves.

 

~ TruthBeTold

 

 

 

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Dear Diary #11

One of the things I love about being so innocuous, so harmless looking, is how easily people tell me things.

My growth and development has depended enormously on understanding the hueman condition  and why people do the things that they do. My co-worker, another farmer, let’s call this person “X”, came up to me to air out her frustrations at the world.

She not happy right now ’cause things are changing too fast for her liking. Too many Mexicans are coming over here with free money, free housing, free training, free everything and it’s all being paid for by the “hard-working ‘Mericans of this country.”

I listened as she told me that her grandparents were so poor, they had to catch their own food in the woods. So poor that they had a little radio for entertainment and a pair of socks on her birthday was a great gift.

She lamented on how her one brother almost died from a tragic farming accident and there was no money to get medicines but “those people” get free stuff. I nodded silently as though I really gave a fuck and she continued to rant about how Trump needed MORE support to throw “these foreigners outta here” and rebuild ‘Merica to its former greatness.

 

 

Me: But didn’t your folks come here from Germany?

X: Yeah but we did it the “right” way through Ellis Island.

Me: When they got here and spoke no English and had no money, who helped them to acquire farm land?

 

She turned and looked at me from hair to sandal.

She took a step closer to me allowing me to see that one eye was a bit greener than the other and almost faded freckles splattered across the bridge of her narrow, bony nose.  She was a most startling contrast to my brownness and softness.

Then she spoke showing crooked teeth.

 

X: Ya know…the people that should get pregnant aren’t and the ones that shouldn’t even be allowed to mate are popping them out left and right.

 

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for! 

 

Me: You mean like drug users?  ( I so love to play dumb and can do it better than Britney Spears )

 

X: I don’t mean to sound racist but certain people should be sterilized. Look at my friend who graduated at the top of her class. Her IQ is about 140! Her and her husband are dying for a baby and they’re BOTH infertile!! Can you imagine that? They own a beautiful home and make tons of money and would give the child the best education possible but they can’t conceive.

Meanwhile, other folks are popping ’em out and can’t even buy diapers! Who ends up paying for that? Me! I support Trump and hopes he builds that wall.

 

Me: I see.

 

I nodded slowly as if I was taking it in. My face remained unchanged and I gave no evidence of my “Gotcha, you bitch!” moment.

 

Me: Well, in the end, only the Powers of Nature gets to decide who and what they want on this planet, right?

 

She looked at me then went back to her own stand and rearranged her perfect array of fresh dill. I peeked at her, looking at her bony profile, and felt a tiny and surprising tidbit of pity.  Sometimes I shock myself at the level of pity, however fleeting,  I feel for this tormented white race. How awful it must feel to know that you’re dying and there’s nothing, nothing, you can do except rant and grow angrier and more violent.

Between the opioid pandemic, yes…it’s worldwide, the meth craze, suicides, school shootings, sun cancer, low sperm count in 20 year old males, difficulty getting pregnant after the age of 30 for females, multiple miscarriages, erectile dysfunction in 30 year olds, interracial sex that’s literally changing the entire face of Eastern Europe and death rituals being conducted by our Priests and Priestesses ( I’m buddies with one in Louisiana and she tells me of the horrific accidents that only they have ) is it no wonder that they are in full panic mode?

The one thing that still baffles me though is their blatant refusal to acknowledge their Karma. Everyone sees it. Everyone called it. Everyone told them that “your day is a-comin'”. Everyone begged them, for centuries even, to make the playing field more equal lest their progeny suffer.

And yet they continue to deny what is obvious to everyone.

Michael Bradley, a white researcher, foretold of this as their (his) Inheritance.

If he saw it, why can’t they?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Diary #10

Today is election day.

I awoke early feeling the electricity in the air. My dreams came crisp and clear and, for once, in sequence. As I eat my late breakfast and ponder what is to come for my people, I’m filled with an odd mix of dread, calm, anxiety and strength. Today, the Shadow Jooish Government will show us the president they’ve chosen for us, the same person who has been long selected 100 years in the making.

 

This Anglo-American Crypto-Joo will lead us into war.

I’ve always known, on some level, that the Final Battle for the Soul would be between us and them. Our opposing forces, good and evil, will clash for the last time. I find it funny that even though our eternal enemies claim to be so superior, they cannot see the writing on the wall that they’ve built for themselves. They are so emboldened to battle their very own extinction which I acknowledge to extreme satisfaction.

I went out yesterday to get gas and all I heard was Clinton this and Trump that. I’m slightly amused yet somewhat terrified that these “11 points higher IQ” people put so much stock into this manufactured prison plantation called Earth.

As if any of this was real.

As I handed my 20 dollar note to the gas attendant, I looked at it and realized that it has absolutely no value except what those in power say it has. Tomorrow morning, if they all came together and held one of their secret meetings to decide that money is to be used as toilet paper, would we all nod foolishly and agree?

“History is a set of lies agreed upon.”

I read that once from the white terrorist rapist murderer Napoleon.

When will black people write our own history?

When will we finally decide that we’re done playing white people’s games and write our own narrative? It hit me that the only reason why we are still in this mess is because we are simply too afraid to die. If we, as a collective decided today, this very minute, that we’re done with our slavery and took real action to destroy this crawling, inhueman, poisonous pestilence, this entire planet would be free.

Sounds simple, doesn’t it?

But it is true.

Destroy the planetary threat that threatens to kill us all and you’ll have peace.

When I was in college, I had a professor from Sierra Leone that told me after class that demons walk the earth in human flesh. They look like us, can mimic us and can blend in to suit their agenda but they are not us. They come from another world and were placed here to kill us.

I looked into his troubled eyes and struggled to fully comprehend his meaning. But my young and very naive mind couldn’t. I didn’t know what evil was till I matured and learned how to become “invisible”. Then I began to quietly observe their actions and coded language and realized what he was trying to say.

The funny thing about evil is that they do not seem to know they are evil.

They are simply being themselves.

Like the poisonous vermin that strikes vicious venom into its prey before devouring it. It is simply doing what it was put here to do.

When will black people do what we’re here to do?

When Clinton releases her drones?

When we see armed militia on main street?

When more of our men, women and children lie on the cold concrete bleeding and seeping bodily fluids?

Will we continue to march and protest with our made up cardboard signs and pray to a white demon disguised as homosexual Jesus?

Exhaustion tinged with bubbling rage has been my constant companion since I’ve awakened to this madness. Last night, before bed, I sat at my altar and spoke aloud to my Deity. I knew she heard me in the stillness of the pitch blackness.

I have zero desire for friendship, togetherness and false forgiveness with my mortal enemy. Those things are not possible when dealing with a soulless being. I wish only death for them as they so rightly deserve. And frankly, if they only knew what the future holds for them, they would all commit suicide now as my visions are NEVER wrong.

I’m simply awaiting conformation. And knowing her, my Deity that is, she’ll show me many examples in the near future.

I don’t know what will come to our streets and in what form.

But I do know that it is coming.

 

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