High school in the 1980s was a near perfect microcosm of how human society is inherently organized in hierarchy. Students were pretty neatly divided into different groups or cliques that determined their social standing and who was in their circle of friends. This was the source for a ton of movies about teen angst in the 1980s, most memorably The Breakfast Club where five students from different groups were forced together in Saturday detention and learned about each other.
In our school and I assume most other high schools around the country, this was most starkly seen in the lunchroom. Our cafeteria was one large room with a smaller room to one side that was reserved for the seniors and in that room there was one table that was exclusively for the “jocks”, which generally meant the guys who played football, basketball or wrestled and sometimes the cheerleaders. The rest of the cafeteria was divided up into tables for kids based on their social standing. Kids in band sat together, the “burn-outs” who wore leather jackets and snuck off to smoke during the day sat at another. That covered most students but some kids who didn’t have much in the way of social connections kind of ended up lumped together by default. The popular kids were at the top and you worked your way down to the losers and weirdos. If you were one of the jocks, you could do no wrong. We used to leave school grounds to go to the grocery across the street to get donuts and the principal would see us and wave (he used to play pro football).
While we all were full of angst and uncertainty and confusion, high school was actually a pretty great time for most of us. I didn’t learn much except how to get a girl’s bra off but we had lots of fun. For the losers and weirdos? I bet it really sucked. It wasn’t that they were bullied, although some of that went on, it was mostly that they were ignored. The teachers didn’t notice them, the other students didn’t either. They spent four years being mostly anonymous, just background noise in the hallway. There was a line in The Breakfast Club that captured it, when jock Emilio Estevez tells Judd Nelson that he might as well not even exist:
You know, Bender, you don’t even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn’t make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school.
Lots of people were like that but then those people got out of high school and in the same way that many prominent high school athletes can’t stop reliving their glory days, these people can’t stop being resentful about the way they were treated, or at least thought they were treated, in high school. What happens to these people? Many of them seem to grow up and become petty tyrants: clerks at the DMV or other local bureaucratic offices, meter maids, TSA workers, censors on social media. It seems likely just from anecdotal evidence that they never have or fail to maintain personal relationships and end up as box wine chugging cat ladies.
They are the scolds who prowl social media, scouring twitter threads and Facebook comments for anyone having a little too much fun or being a little irreverent. They spend all day, every day, online, ceaselessly commenting while normal people learned a long time ago the futility of arguing with strangers on the internet. With no family and no friends, these people have nothing better to do. They see the lives of normal people with families and friends and fun and it enrages them. They are jealous of normal people and this drives them to seek out small, petty means of exacting revenge on us. It wasn’t that big of a deal when it was just a DMV clerk who sent you away because of a comma missing on a form but now these people are filling the corridors of power and their rage is starting to get very dangerous.
You can also look at the mugshots of antifa and you will see a plethora of maladjusted misfits and freaks who band together to cause mayhem out of rage for getting beat up in high school. Sure they can be dangerous in large groups but generally they are weak, fat and cowardly and that is how they have always been, explaining their anger and resentment toward normal, happy people.
Another example. Dave Cullen does lots of videos about popular culture and he published one called Cultural Reflections of Our Society that brings up the common and oft remarked phenomena of movies being remade/rebooted with all of the White male characters being replaced with some variation of a STRONG FEMALE DIVERSE LESBIAN character or the substitution of Africans for European historical and cultural figures.
This is so commonplace that you could blog or do videos about it virtually every day and never run out of material.
It used to be really irritating and upsetting to me to see this happening, a clearly intentional effort to erase our culture by sabotaging and wrecking the beloved icons of our youth and our history. Now, it mostly amuses me. Why this shift? Well first there isn’t anything I can do about it except what I am already doing which is withholding my money by not going to the theater, not attending sporting events, not paying for cable or Netflix. Second, it amuses me because it screams, however unintentionally on their part, the stark truth that they have to appropriate and copy us because they lack the ability to compete with us. Why don’t they just make movies based on African stories and characters developed by Africans? Because they just aren’t as good. Let’s look at two examples, one very recent and one a bit older.
In 2018, the Marvel film Black Panther was released to deafening approval. Starring Chadwick Boseman as the African hero T’Challa, ruler of the fictional African nation of Wakanda, Black Panther was effusively praised by just about everyone despite it being at best a mediocre superhero movie (see: Black Panther is the Most Overrated MCU Movie Ever). Africans all over the world were doing the Wakandan salute and putting #WakandaForever on social media. It was a big deal as the first (but not really) Marvel adaptation with a black lead character.
The thing about Black Panther is….well it isn’t a character created by blacks. The two men responsible for coming up with the idea of the Black Panther comic are two Jewish guys, Stan Lee and Jack Kirby who might be one of the most Jewish looking guys ever…
So here is this heroic black fantasy character, revered by Africans, and his character was created by a couple of pasty Jewish guys. Oy vey!
A second example, a little farther back. In 1976 a novel was released by an African author named Alex Haley titled Roots: The Saga of an American Family, the story of an African slave named Kunta Kinte and his successive generations of progeny. The novel was made into a very successful miniseries of the same name in 1977. I remember it being on TV but didn’t watch it at the time and never have bothered. Roots is considered one of the masterpieces of literature and cinema from an African.
But hang on. I learned a little something about Roots and Alex Haley. In 1978, Alex Haley was sued by a man named Harold Courlander, pictured below.
Mr. Courlander wrote a book in 1967 titled The African and lo and behold, it turns out that Alex Haley did a little plagiarizing of that book when writing his own. By a little I mean like a lot. At least 81 passages worth. A court and multiple experts agreed with Mr. Courlander and he won his suit:
Courlander and Haley settled the case out of court for $650,000 and a statement that “Alex Haley acknowledges and regrets that various materials from The African by Harold Courlander found their way into his book, Roots.”
Back in those days, $650,000 was an enormous sum of money. According to a Bureau of Labor Statistics $650,000 in December of 1978 is worth in today’s “money”:
Dats a lotta dough.
That is just the first two examples I thought of off the top of my head and neither landmark of African culture is really African, or at best they are adaptations by an African that leans very heavily on the writings of a non-African.
When a non-White person is intentionally cast in the role previously played by a White person or is cast as a historically White figure, it is just a cheap and childish imitation like a little girl putting on mommy’s lipstick and high heels. It can be cute but no one takes it seriously. They can cast a homely African woman named Lashana Lynch to replace James Bond but it isn’t James Bond and no one thinks it is. Adults will just watch reruns of older Bond movies which are still far more entertaining, no matter how dated they might be. Idris Alba as the Norse god Heimdall is just ridiculous and silly. Forcing Africans, Middle Easterners and South Asians into Western characters and settings comes across like a cheap knock-off.
They mean it as an insult to us, a slap in the face but really it is equal parts pitiful and hilarious.
Why do they keep doing it, when it generally has poor box office results and isn’t fooling anyone?
Out of jealousy.
That is what really drives their hatred. Not slavery, not “racism”, not any of that other bullshit.
Jealousy. In short:
They hate us because they ain’t us.
Why are black women so angry all the time? Not because they are “exhausted” but because they know that of all the groups of women in the world, their racial group is the least attractive to men across racial boundaries. You see lots of famous African guys, athletes and entertainers, with White girls or Asian girls but how many wealthy White or Asian men have an African chick? Not very many. African men know at a very deep level that they have utterly failed to create anything comparable with what White men have created. They were enslaved and held in bondage for centuries until we let them go and in the 150 years since they haven’t really ever done anything noteworthy as a group other than setting new records for violent crime.
We are hated by lots of people with a white hot rage and in spite of what they always are trying to convince us of, it isn’t because of how we have wronged them but out of jealousy and envy. Box wine aunties are pissed that no one asked them to the prom and they are in their 40s with a shriveled up uterus and no family. The average antifa misfit looks like someone who got their ass kicked in high school every day and their lives are now dedicated to inflicting the same misery on others that they have lived with their entire life. Africans and others like to pretend to be us and appropriate our cultural icons but they are childish and clumsy imitations.
Jealousy and envy are some of the most powerful human emotions and we see on display daily how those emotions drive the rage of our enemies.