Back in the day, the mall was a magical place. Our local mall was the Southwyck Mall, kind of a dump but it was close. It was the gathering point for most of the local schools because there simply wasn’t anywhere else to go. It had everything: a movie theater, a record store, some places to eat, a Spencer Gifts with funny crap to buy and of course lots of girls from other schools you could check out but never actually talk to. There was something very egalitarian about it, rich kids and poor kids alike could show up and wander around.
The opening scene of Fast Times at Ridgemont High really captured what it was like. Even in the movie the only blacks you see were outside of the mall and The Go-Go’s We Got The Beat is classic early 80s music.
Unfortunately the egalitarianism of the Southwyck Mall was it’s downfall. I wrote about this in 2019: Exiled From The Cities We Built….
It also had a bus stop and that became a problem. It was a given when I was a teen that Friday night at Southwyck was “white night” and Saturday night was “black night”, something confirmed by the city of Toledo itself. So we just didn’t go to Southwyck on Saturday night. I don’t recall any actual incidents of racially motivated violence but we just stayed away. That perception of crime and violence helped drive customers away from Southwyck and eventually the mall closed in 2008, although it was essentially dead long before that. Being a place you stayed away from on Saturday night didn’t kill the mall by itself but when there were other, safer places to shop it certainly didn’t help. Crowds of young people are fine as long as they are not menacing the adult shoppers who were actually spending money.
Needless to say, I am not a mall shopper these days but yesterday I took some young Amish ladies to the mall as one has a birthday coming up and I went in to keep an eye on them.
Nothing does more to convince me that we are on the verge of collapse quite like spending some time among the public.
It was quite the mixed bag. You had a number of groups of Amish girls walking past Muslim women with colorful headscarves, a fair number of older Whites along with various mestizos. A few blacks but not as many as you might expect. But the people that were there? The obesity, cringe and freakishness was stunning. Not a few morbidly obese younger White girls wearing inappropriate clothing for their size and I had to think: what are they going to look like in 10-12 years when they hit their mid 30s? Some younger White guys wearing dorky clothing, one guy had a “Straight Our Of Azkaban” patch. A mestizo girl wearing an enormous pink princess dress like she was in a Disney movie. An enormous water buffalo of a black mom, wearing all red “Air Jordan” gear when she couldn’t get an inch off the ground without the aid of a crane, with her little future felon in tow, also wearing very expensive clothing.
In a time of crisis I estimate 90% of the people I saw yesterday wouldn’t survive more than a week. They were simply soft and weak, not just physically but I suspect mentally as well, the result of generation after generation of people who faced no real challenges and hardship. The “rugged individualism” of American lore is long gone and what replaced it is not a healthy nationalism but rather a weak collectivist dependency.
It isn’t just cultural, the people who live here now are genetically weaker. The smart and strong have fewer children, the weak and stupid have many, and the state subsidizes these imbeciles to ensure they reach adulthood where they can begin to reproduce uncontrollably, further degrading the gene pool. It isn’t just demographic change, although that is responsible for a lot of the problem, but also dysgenic reproduction from Whites.
As someone commented recently and I was reminded of yesterday at the mall, we are in desperate need of some chlorine to clean up the gene pool.