Taking things from white people



THREAD:

 
Chad Crowley @CCrowley100

Forced integration leads to nothing but conflict, for mankind is not a uniform mass but an order of distinct peoples, each carrying inherited marks that give rise to their ways of life.

From the first dawn of history, every civilization has been the flowering of a particular stock, whose inner character shaped its law, its art, and its understanding of the world. To recognize this is not to indulge in the bizarre contemporary notion of “prejudice” but to accept the most evident truth of human existence. Men are bound by loyalty to their own kind, a bond that begins with blood and extends outward through family, community, and nation.

The modern order has sought to cast suspicion upon this instinct, as though to prefer one’s own were nothing more than hatred of another. Yet the father who cherishes his child above all others is not guilty of malice. The patriot who loves his homeland above foreign lands is not animated by spite. Preference does not imply enmity. It is the acknowledgment that love and loyalty are not distributed equally, that there is a natural order of attachments, and that to deny this order is to sever man from his very foundations.

Conflict arises not from separation but from enforced proximity. When distinct peoples remain apart, they may regard one another without rancor, sometimes even with curiosity or respect. But when they are compelled to live under the same government, to share the same territory, and to bear one another’s habits in the small details of daily life, tension becomes inevitable. What begins as irritation grows into resentment, and resentment hardens into hostility. Distance preserves peace; proximity breeds antagonism.

No society that has attempted to bind disparate peoples under one roof has long remained stable. Trust withers, solidarity dissolves, and each group retreats into its own defenses. The louder the official proclamations of harmony, the more bitter the quarrels that follow. Even men of gentle temperament find themselves transformed, for the instinct to survive presses them into partisanship whether they will it or not.

Separation, therefore, is not a summons to strife but the only foundation of peace. A people left to itself will still know conflict, yet it will not suffer the ceaseless antagonism that arises when incompatible ways of life are crowded together. Nations apart may still exchange goods, share in learning, and converse across distance, but they cannot inhabit the same civic body without decay.

The present order condemns loyalty to one’s own as if it were hatred, yet it does not abolish hatred; it only redirects it. The system openly cultivates contempt for those who resist its demands, particularly those who remain rooted in soil and memory. The hostility poured upon them proves that hatred is not banished, only disguised, and used against the very people who affirm the oldest and most natural bonds.

What follows is clear. To live apart is to preserve the possibility of peace. To force peoples into unwanted nearness is to invite discord without end. The man who wishes to remain whole must seek the company of his own, not from malice toward others, but from fidelity to himself. This truth cannot be erased by decree, for it is written into life itself.



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<<Scene opens in a cluttered and dimly lit precinct office. Riggs is sharpening a pencil with a Bowie knife while talking to his service weapon like it’s a pet dog that hasn’t gotten enough attention lately.>>

Riggs (Mel Gibson):
Who’s a good boy? Are you a good boy? Wanna take a walk over to the practice range? Yeah, I thought you’d be excited about that.

Murtaugh (Danny Glover):
<<Murtaugh enters, nursing a coffee and a headache. He hears Riggs talking to his gun and shakes his head.>>
Riggs. Riggs!! Pull it together man! It’s not even 9:00 am and you’re already two steps into your alternate reality. People are already saying you need to be put on suicide watch; no need to confirm it.

Riggs:
Oh hey, Rog. Morning. Say, <<pointing to a hardcopy of a Chad Crowley X-Post sitting on Murtaugh’s desk>> Wallace dropped by with another love note for you.

Murtaugh:
Wallace? Bill Wallace? From Bunco?
<<Picks up the hardcopy and gets two lines into it before his eyebrows rise so high they threaten to secede from his forehead.>>
Yeah, it’s another Crowley diatribe. Reading Crowley has reinforced Wallace’s opinion that proximity causes war. The guy thinks of races and ethnicities as sourdough starters. Keep ‘em separate, feed ‘em ancestral yeast, and never let foreign gluten touch the batch.

Riggs:
So what’s his beef with you?

Murtaugh:
<<Turns towards Riggs and gives his best “Stephen A. Smith ‘Really, Seriously’” impression>>

Riggs:
What? Oh yeah, sorry. You’re Black. I keep forgetting that.

Murtaugh:
Yeah. According to him, the real tragedy of history is hummus in a mayonnaise neighborhood.

Riggs:
Then what the hell are we? A pita wrap drizzled with gunpowder?

Murtaugh:
Crowley’s logic is simplistic: distance between and severance of dissimilar people equals peace. So integrated movie scenes are profane. Integrated movie theaters are violations of the non-aggression principle. Non-segregated blood banks are abominations against nature. And utopia is a gated cul-de-sac with its own plumbing, a common playlist of ancestral ballads and large mirrors that give you the impression you’re surrounded by people just like you. Wallace has built a whole “Taking Things From White People” blog around it.

Riggs:
I tell you what, Rog, I pray there’s one thing they never take away from this white guy.

Murtaugh:
What’s that Riggs?

Riggs:
My non-Caucasian friends. You, in particular, are like family to me.
 
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<<Scene opens in a cluttered and dimly lit precinct office. Riggs is sharpening a pencil with a Bowie knife while talking to his service weapon like it’s a pet dog that hasn’t gotten enough attention lately.>>

Riggs (Mel Gibson):
Who’s a good boy? Are you a good boy? Wanna take a walk over to the practice range? Yeah, I thought you’d be excited about that.

Murtaugh (Danny Glover):
<<Murtaugh enters, nursing a coffee and a headache. He hears Riggs talking to his gun and shakes his head.>>
Riggs. Riggs!! Pull it together man! It’s not even 9:00 am and you’re already two steps into your alternate reality. People are already saying you need to be put on suicide watch; no need to confirm it.

Riggs:
Oh hey, Rog. Morning. Say, <<pointing to a hardcopy of a Chad Crowley X-Post sitting on Murtaugh’s desk>> Wallace dropped by with another love note for you.

Murtaugh:
Wallace? Bill Wallace? From Bunco?
<<Picks up the hardcopy and gets two lines into it before his eyebrows rise so high they threaten to secede from his forehead.>>
Yeah, it’s another Crowley diatribe. Reading Crowley has reinforced Wallace’s opinion that proximity causes war. The guy thinks of races and ethnicities as sourdough starters. Keep ‘em separate, feed ‘em ancestral yeast, and never let foreign gluten touch the batch.

Riggs:
So what’s his beef with you?

Murtaugh:
<<Turns towards Riggs and gives his best “Stephen A. Smith ‘Really, Seriously’” impression>>

Riggs:
What? Oh yeah, sorry. You’re Black. I keep forgetting that.

Murtaugh:
Yeah. According to him, the real tragedy of history is hummus in a mayonnaise neighborhood.

Riggs:
Then what the hell are we? A pita wrap drizzled with gunpowder?

Murtaugh:
Crowley’s logic is simplistic: distance between and severance of dissimilar people equals peace. So integrated movie scenes are profane. Integrated movie theaters are violations of the non-aggression principle. Non-segregated blood banks are abominations against nature. And utopia is a gated cul-de-sac with its own plumbing, a common playlist of ancestral ballads and large mirrors that give you the impression you’re surrounded by people just like you. Wallace has built a whole “Taking Things From White People” blog around it.

Riggs:
I tell you what, Rog, I pray there’s one thing they never take away from this white guy.

Murtaugh:
What’s that Riggs?

Riggs:
My non-Caucasian friends. You, in particular, are like family to me.
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I have come to think that religion makes a difference.

I would rather want to live in a neighborhood of good Christians than atheists.

The founding fathers thought as much.

The idea that people have free will, and human rights given to them by god, and that all men are equal all have their root in Christianity and those ideas must transcend the idea of government into the realm of country and therefore originate in the culture, tradition, and values of a people.
 
I have come to think that religion makes a difference.

I would rather want to live in a neighborhood of good Christians than atheists.

The founding fathers thought as much.

The idea that people have free will, and human rights given to them by god, and that all men are equal all have their root in Christianity and those ideas must transcend the idea of government into the realm of country and therefore originate in the culture, tradition, and values of a people.
Yes, that is a large part of that thing called "culture".
 
Yes, that is a large part of that thing called "culture".

Yeah when you have cultivated cohesive cultural ties you get something called a community.

Essentially everyone who lived in an area would spend their money into the local businesses and stores.

It was the only way of surviving the booms and bust cycles of capitalism without having a bunch of people starve.

You essentially would go eat at the restaurant down the street and create jobs even if you could cook at home and it was cheaper and healthier.

Eventually though when the borders were left open and when you went to eat at the restaurant down the street the people in the restaurants would just send the money they made to other countries.

Then a bunch of leftists that went to ivy league schools that left the borders open and destroyed your community lectured you for not eating at home and shopping at local stores in your community to stop people from starving.
 
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