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Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it; moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork.  — Part I, Chapter I, Nineteen Eighty-Four

The new racism in America stinks. The whole revolting social media rapping and raping has filled me with a new found revulsion for our politics. I’d thought that in the last year I had seen the raw and rotten bottom of our politics. I forgot that for the progressives bent on the destruction of freedom there really is no bottom. And hence I am compelled to commit the following thoughtcrime.

My crime is this: by writing out the following word, “nigger,” I have just committed a social crime more heinous than smoking a cigarette within three miles of a day-care center. I have committed thoughtcrime with no crimestop. But what is done, sigh, is done.

I’ve done many thing in my life that have made me potentially unelectable to any office in the United States.

I’ve had points of view that were out when conservatism was in, and points of view that were out when liberalism was in. I’ve started magazines and worked for magazines that printed pictures of naked women and letters that began “I never thought I’d be writing this to a magazine, but….”

There are photographs of me smoking cigarettes in a land where the only two things the educational system teaches children is that cigarettes are bad and the New York Times is good.

My religious affiliations are dubious and transitory. I tend to change churches as others change sox.

That word,  that dastardly N-word, has now become part of my “Permanent Conduct Record….”

While I am a member of the largest minority, it is the only one that is unrecognized by the Diversity Stamp of Approval Bureau. After a lifetime of voting the Democratic ticket, I became so nauseated by Teresa Heinz Kerry and her consort in 2004 that I actually voted for George Bush, the W-One. To compound this sin I then moved to Seattle, Washington where Trump Derangement Syndrome has claimed the brain death of approximately 97.6% of the population.

Yes, I am one American citizen whose chances of being elected to anything, before this essay, hovered at .001 %. But with the single word in the essay above I have, for all eternity, sealed my political doom. That word,  that dastardly N-word, has now become part of my “Permanent Conduct Record,” and has, as far as the ever-alert pecksniffs of our shared political purity are concerned, made me an outcast. Alas, I am forever doomed to wander the barren heath where dwell the “hard-core unelectable.”  I shall soon be able  to:
“…sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:
How some have been depos’d, some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos’d,
Some poison’d by their wives, some sleeping kill’d;
All murder’d.”

Murdered by the “N-Word.”

It is not, mind you, that “The N-Word” is forbidden or never heard in this fair land at this time. On the contrary, “nigger” is spoken, sung, shouted and roared from the rooftops of our culture to an extent I have never witnessed in all my decades.

The word is blasted across the blank forebrain of our culture every minute of every hour of every day. Not only can it be bought in huge quantities at every online and offline record/DVD store in the country, it is also blasted into our city streets by large vehicles mounting sound systems that can drop a charging rhino at 100 yards and cause small dogs to implode in penthouses high above our ticky-tacky boulevards. At vast nocturnal gatherings of our most vital and hyper-sexual young people, the word is drummed out in endless celebratory chants as all assembled shake, shake, shake their money makers to the non-stop N-chants of our perpetually preening princes of pop. If rappers were smart enough to be pilots, they’d sky-write it.

For, lo, this Word of N which once emblemized both race-hate and a degraded and disgraced secondary state of humanity has, through the alchemy of the asses and the asinine among us, been mystically transmogrified into something approaching a holy incantation. From a mongrel word it has be made magical. An abracadabra of assholiness. But the use of this magic word has, as the high priests of pap always assure us, been made unavailable to the many to enhance the power of the few.

The N-Word is the carrier of a strange disease. It is a disease that those who would benefit most from its eradication seek desperately to maintain.

The Word of N is now the sole possession of the REMD (Racial Establishment of Monetized Defeatism). It is a closely held stock whose possession assures that, the more we strive to put racism behind us in this country, the more it will be kept alive in order to maintain the parasite of racism’s ability to feed upon the host culture and continue to enrich its stockholders.

The N-Word is the carrier of a strange disease. It is a disease that those who would benefit most from its eradication seek desperately to maintain. After all, if the scourge of racism were ever allowed to fade from our land, where would all the people with jobs and investments in the continuance of racism go? How would they live? How would their mortgages be paid and how would their car, boat and second-home payments be met?

For if racism is allowed to die a natural death, isn’t the Race-Hustling industry also on-line for the grave as well? This can’t be allowed to happen. Too many people are getting too rich.

The crowning irony is that those benefiting are not all black. Not by a long shot. That is why rather than sending the N-Word into a well-deserved oblivion with the ghosts of the KKK and the lynch mob, it has been made, instead, into a Holy Word; a cross between a mantra and a prayer with just a whiff of violence attached so you don’t get too cocky with it.

I am “one of those” who are denied access to this new Holy Word simply by an accident of my birth and racial heritage. It matters not one whit what the First Amendment may say about all English words being free to all, there is one word there that is not free to me, and I may not say it or write it ever without dire consequences to my social and political and employment chances in America today.

Evoking the F-word may or may not be a firing offense in America today, but for a person of my race the mention of the Word of N most certainly is. Context has exactly nothing to do with it. Indeed, as some will recall, the use of a word that even sounds like it, such as “niggardly,” is a potential firing offense. Even the first syllable seems to have become forbidden to those suffering my genetic misfortune over which I have no control.

Yes, I was to my everlasting shame and regret born a White, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant — AKA “WASP.” This awful affliction looks like this:

This is fixed in my nature. I cannot change it and, no matter how much I may have done, no matter how much I do to carry forward the banner of a raceless, classless society in which all me are judged “not on the color of their skin, but on the content of their character;” to raise high the escutcheon of a perfect world, a perfected America, I know that because of the accident of my birth it will never, ever be enough.

The once admirable Racial Equality movement in America has regrettably transformed itself within a mere 50 years into a Racial Inequity in Perpetuity Movement

I once thought, when I was drowned deep in the somnambulant 60s dreams of racial equality, that we could — as people of good will working together — achieve the dream of Dr. King. Now I know it is nothing but a chimera. The truth is that good seldom overcomes greed and there is simply too much money to be made and to many jobs to be handed out by the Racial Grievance Industry of America.

The once admirable Racial Equality movement in America has regrettably transformed itself within a mere 50 years into a Racial Inequity in Perpetuity Movement, and is probably more entrenched than a government bureaucracy — especially since many government bureaus and employees have a role in it. As a result, there is no sense in yearning any longer for a raceless or classless America.

The control of words and images by the Race Hustlers of America ensures that that day will never come about no matter how much the people yearn for it. As long as the cheap mouthpieces of a faux ghetto identity strut and fret their weary wares upon the stage of our corrupted culture, as long as there is one grill left to be set on one pair of greedy teeth, as long as the Holy Grail of a Big Reparations Check is dangled in front of all those that hold within their genes a single sequence of African DNA, the Race Hustling Religion of America will never fold up its tents and steal away. It is just too much of a Gold Cash Calf to walk away from.

And, like all religions sunk in the pagan fantasies of violence and degradation, the Race Hustling Religion will have to have, from time to time, a white human sacrifice to underscore its power. That sacrifice, like the vast heart ripping fornication festivals of the Aztecs, needs to be repeated and repeated and repeated until the charnal house of black race hatred is overflowing. The N-Word crime demands all those accused be erased form the book of life;  punished immediately and without trial for some ancient, vague, unproven and unprovable, use of “The N-Word.” The thinking of it alone is thoughtcrime and gets you on the list.  I’m probably on the list now. But I know all you who are reading this are safe. After all, you’ve never, ever said or even thought that terrible soul-destroying Word of N.

Have you?

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  • John Venlet March 6, 2018, 9:22 AM

    After all, you’ve never, ever said or even thought that terrible soul-destroying Word of N.

    Have you?

    Only niggardly.

  • Howard Nelson March 6, 2018, 10:29 AM

    This essay will soon go viral.
    It will be denounced most loudly by those who recognize it’s truth.
    The blame and shame of its deniers will likely call for them to run amok by mouth and mob confirming that behavior defines the bully as well as the guardian.
    Well done GVDL!

  • Rob De Witt March 6, 2018, 10:37 AM

    It’s worse than that.

    The nanny-function of our better natures has caused the entire culture to use baby-talk like “N-word.” Really? We’re all hiding adult language from 2-year-olds by spelling it out? Am I really the only one who cringes when someone mentions “the S-word” or “the F-word” with a cutesy little smirk on her face? Is there no one else who’s offended by being addressed like a toddler?

    Try this: the next time someone employs the locution “the N-word” in your presence, return it with a blank look and say “N-word? Nepenthe? Narcissism? Nocturnal?” Bask in their confusion, and refuse to play the game.

  • Richard March 6, 2018, 10:39 AM

    Some years ago I began buying Gaia-unfriendly copies of books that I believed might ultimately be severely edited or banned. Among these were Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Jean Raspail’s Camp of the Saints, to name just two of the double++ bad offenders. Everyday we descend farther down Alice’s rabbit hole, leaving the sane and familiar further behind. What seems to be emerging is a dystopian amalgamation of Orwell and Kafka.
    Like you, I’m concerned about my Permanent Behavior Record. All the more so when that immense NSA data storage farm in Utah is considered. If citizen Kafka is becoming nettlesome, a dossier can be compiled and off to one of Rodham-Clinton’s fun camps ( http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2015/03/19/hillary-clinton-proposes-we-really-need-camps-for-adults/ ) he goes. Just to get his mind right, you understand. But then again why bother collecting when you can simply hack into Kafka’s computer and download incriminating “evidence”? Just ask Sheryl Attkisson ( https://townhall.com/tipsheet/katiepavlich/2014/10/27/sharyl-attkisson-reveals-the-government-hacked-into-her-computer-n1910610 ) BTW: where were Sheryl’s phony colleagues demanding to know how and why this happened? Oh yeah, President Boyfriend. Never mind.
    I have never been the least bit interested in running for office at any level of government. I view government as a sort of necessary evil, not unlike e coli bacteria in the gut. Would that we could all be honorable, sovereign individuals. Garbo said it best: ” I want to be left alone. “

  • Roy Lofquist March 6, 2018, 12:01 PM

    “Every great cause begins as a movement, becomes a business, and eventually degenerates into a racket.”

    ― Eric Hoffer, The Temper of Our Time

  • Jim in Alaska March 6, 2018, 12:15 PM

    So many nits, so little time to pick.
    I’ve always been offended by ‘the N word’, ever since the first common tatter said it on the TV news at ten. No not the word nigger but the socially acceptable tip toe around, ‘the N word’. Each time I hear it I think of little Sally teacher’s pet in the second grade waving her hand in the air and shouting out; “Teacher, Teacher! BOBBY JUST SAID THE D WORD!!!”

    OK, I understand and readily admit we need, within the language, waltz arounds to discuss certain subjects in certain settings but to drop to a 2nd grade level to do so? Silly. The turn of the (last, not this, 19th to 20th, not 20th to 21st) century use of blanks, such as D___, N_____, Obam_, etc., in writing I find quite acceptable. In writing or spoken English one can say; “He uttered a derogatory racial epithet”, or “They hurled ethnic slurs!”, etc., the language is rich and versatile enough one can discuss and dissect most any subject without dropping a to an early grade school level.

    Back to the Big Black Elephant in the room: I think Dick Gregory, et al, consciously or unconsciously, had it right, use racial, or ethnic, epithets, particularity in humorous ways, tends to desensitize them. Not many fights, even in the lowest dive bars, are started today with someone saying Mick, Wop, Kike, Kraut or Pollock (& while I’m quite sure, Vanderleun, we had an ethnic epithet denigrating those of Dutch descent, however it was lost/desensitized so long ago I’ve no idea what it was.).

    If the word nigger makes anyone look bad, perhaps it’s the Scotchs-Irish. Of course it’s a stretch but I’m sitting here imagining around 1830, a wealthy Dutch merchant named Vanderleun sitting in a coffee shop near Cooper Union, with a Russian Poet, Alexander Pushkin , of African decent through his great grandfather, Abram Petrovich Gannibal, sipping their coffee, and Vanderleun saying: “Alex, I just don’t know what the world’s coming to, look out there at those Scotch-Irish navies we brought over to to dig the sewers here in the big Apple,, and to oversee the cotton pickers down the coast. they can’t even pronounce the word Negro, it always comes out nigger or niggra, now ain’t that as gas?”

    BTW: Pushkin applied for a visa, the was refused by Tsar Nicholas to travel abroad from Russia around 1830.

  • zeno701 March 6, 2018, 12:20 PM

    This is absolutely true. I admire your courage in writing (and posting!) it. Now, watch your back.

  • Skorpion March 6, 2018, 1:16 PM

    With all due respect to the brilliant, late Lenny Bruce, the vision he expressed in this meditation on *That Word* was woefully naive: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfNhiRGQ-js

  • OneGuy March 6, 2018, 3:44 PM

    We were indeed on the path to racial equality back in the 60’s, even into the 70’s. But something profound happened. Some people realized that they could make money as a race baiter. And the more the races were riled up the more money flowed in. The ironic thing was that all the great Southern politicians and racist were Southern Democrats (apologies to Southerners I have known so many and they were all good people) but the Democrats remade themselves as race baiters and it is a game that requires a foe, an enemy, a “racist”. So the ironic part is the Democrats remade the Republicans into the foe, the enemy the racists and in the process absolved themselves of all their past sins. Now they use this ploy to win elections (well that and the LGBTQ and sexist and Islamophobe thing) and they do it without shame or questions from the MSM. So like it or not, we are all playing the game but unless you are a race baiter you hold a losing hand.

  • ghostsniper March 6, 2018, 7:04 PM

    “I’m concerned about my Permanent Behavior Record”

    Dear chow, you’re record is whatever they say it is.
    That is the fake reality lots of people have chosen to try to live in.
    But alas, they to have to abide by the laws of physics.

    Your record is what you have lived, nothing more and nothing less.
    Live the truth, harm no one and let the trash grovel by the wayside and isolate yourself from the filth the best you can.

  • Henry Cybulski March 7, 2018, 1:37 AM

    I always liked Chris Rock’s take:
    There are also live performances of this on Youtube before a black audience and he had them roaring with laughter.
    BTW, my Polish relatives always refers to Poles as Pollacks, so I’ve never understood why it might be considered a slur.

  • Dan Patterson March 7, 2018, 6:34 AM

    Fuck ’em if they can’t take a joke.
    And they can’t take a joke.

  • pbird March 7, 2018, 9:17 AM

    No they can’t take a joke.
    Also, the Tribal Members I lived among for 20 years often referred to themselves as Injuns. They thought it was funny.

  • Anonymous March 7, 2018, 10:10 AM

    GOD DAMN IT! Mother Fucker! Cunt! Nigger! Which one offends you the most?

  • Ray March 7, 2018, 11:08 AM

    I just got a new book to read, The Afro American of the Narcissus, by Joseph Conrad.

  • John The River March 7, 2018, 1:00 PM

    Funny you should say that…
    I’m in the process of choosing a new bank, my current bank (Oh, what the Hell, it is Rockland Trust of Rockland MA) hasn’t committed any more or less sins of banking than any other I suppose. But somehow over the last few years the bank’s in-house brochures and online imagery has gradually shifted away from a certain archetype. The bank is located south of Boston, near the coastal heart of what used to be called the “Irish Rivera”. And yet today the image of the White Male has been completely stamped out, a few images of white women linger but usually displayed in companionship with an ‘ethnic’ male.

    So I can only surmise that the dispatch of the white male image is deliberate and furthermore that the reason for this can only be racist.
    So I’m changing banks, because I will not abide or do business with a racist organization.

  • ghostsniper March 8, 2018, 9:28 AM

    We can probably expect from this publisher the following plan:

    Apuleius’ “The Golden Ass” will be published as “The Golden Bottom.”
    Stendhal’s “The Red and the Black” as “The Socialist and the African-American.”
    In the new version of “Lolita” by Nabokov, the title character will be fifty-years-old instead of twelve.
    “Madame Bovary” will come out as “Emma Rouault,” her maiden name. Why should a woman bear her husband’s?
    All traces of blood will be erased from “The Iliad,” and the insult “dog” will be extracted, not to offend animal lovers.
    Melville’s “Moby Dick” will be “Moby D-Word.”
    In Cervantes novel both Don Quixote and Sancho Panza will be skinny, to prevent obesity.
    Every reference to adultery will be removed from Tolstoy’s “Anna Karenina”
    for the sake of all the abandoned husbands.
    The Dwarfs in “Snow White” will be tall and they will be five, one for each continent.
    The Brothers Grimm will be The Brothers Pleasant.
    They are also talking to Stephen Hawkins about refraining from using, will you please stop using such sexist macho terms as “Black Hole”?
    Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness” will be set in Madrid, Spain and will be renamed “My little white house.”

    See… you can’t obliterate the past by crossing out a word. It has to be understood that idiotic people with the hearts and minds of criminals have used a certain word in a certain way. Should Germans quit speaking German because Hitler used the same words they use? People need to be educated, not “protected.” Literature is the vital agent of such education.
    You need to confront the word in order not to be offended by it. But that can’t be done if the word remains hidden.

    Oh, just go get the original book and read it.

    You can get the entire original text for kindle reader for $0.00. You also can get a free electronic version of the original from project Gutenberg. This is one of Conrad’s best stories. Why pay real money to read a mutilated/abridged version?