On Wednesday, October 1st, a relatively famous expert on chimpanzees named Jane Goodall passed away at the ripe old age of 91. She was great meme fodder for sure and while she was at best a borderline animal rights kook and “environmentalist”, she did really seem to care for chimpanzees. Maybe too much…
Anyway, when I heard she had died I was a little confused but then remembered that she was not the Gorillas In The Mist chick. Her name was Dian Fossey and she was portrayed by Sigourney Weaver in the movie. Unlike Goodall who died of natural causes, Fossey was brutally murdered with a machete, almost certainly by some African pissed because she was interfering with the trade in gorilla parts.
Also unlike Goodall who appears to have come from an upper crust British family, Fossy was from a dysfunctional and broken background so for her animals filled in where people failed her.
I did a little reading up on her as I often do when thinking about someone and I found something shocking. Far from a beloved figure, Dian Fossey was….
A Certified Bad Person™!
How could that be, she was a woman who devoted her life to protecting an endangered species?!?!?!
That is where the problem started. See, Dian Fossey was in the Congo briefly but then was based in Rwanda at the Karisoke Research Center. The problem with Rwanda is that it is full of Rwandans, an especially unpleasant variation of the sub-Saharan African. Fossey soon discovered that Africans by and large didn’t give a crap about gorillas. Rwandans are poor and not all that concerned with global norms so killing adult gorillas to capture baby gorillas or shooting gorillas to use their hands for ashtrays is perfectly acceptable for them.
As a result she apparently came to loathe the local Africans. That, boys and girls, is a major no-no for a White woman even when the local Africans were savages. She got quite…aggressive and inventive…in her anti-poaching efforts. This led to her being labelled by certain woke types to be a Certified Bad Person™. For example, I ran across this article in the Wall Street Journal: Giants of the Jungle
The article was scrawled by a goofball calling himself Tunku Varadarajan. Tonkatruck Vaginajan is an Indian, the curry nigger kind, not the casino nigger kind. He is a “non-resident fellow” at the American Enterprise Institute which is considered to be a “conservative/libertarian” think tank. Wikipedia describes it as “center-right” and has some scholar like Charles Murray on board who are legitimately mildly right-wing.
Not Tonkatruck Vaginajan. Despite his pretense of being “British”, Varadarajan is a goofy looking elephant jockey and clearly Indian rather than English.
You can just hear him saying “Thank you, come again” as he hands you the change for your six pack and beef jerky.
When Junkaindatrunka wrote about Fossey in 2002, he was almost entirely focused on her alleged “racism” (emphasis mine)…
Like most laymen, my understanding of the gorilla world has depended mainly on the image of Dian Fossey, a complex and, it turned out, rather ghastly woman who founded a gorilla reserve in the highlands of Rwanda and did more to bring those animals into the mainstream of public imagination than any person before her.
Fossey, who was hacked to death with a machete in her bed 16 years ago — by whom, we still do not know, though it could have been poachers, a disgruntled Rwandan servant, or even an American colleague — saw herself as a benign earth-mother to the highland gorillas she helped protect. There can be no denying her path-breaking achievements, and had it not been for her, and for the attention she attracted to the cause of the mountain gorillas, it is possible that we might, today, have been talking of those animals in the past tense.
But Fossey was also a racist alcoholic who regarded “her” gorillas as better than the African people who lived around them. Her anthropomorphization of the apes was matched by her unceasing belittlement of the area’s natives. Arguably the world’s first eco-colonialist, she habitually referred to Rwandans as “wogs,” never in all her time recruited a single black African as a researcher and even burned the crops of neighboring peasants whom she suspected let their cattle graze in the reserve.
The path of Dian Fossey is one many of us have trod: familiarity breeds contempt at first and then revulsion the longer you are around Africans. Sure she did a ton to promote the preservation of the mountain gorilla and even Turdku admits…
…had it not been for her, and for the attention she attracted to the cause of the mountain gorillas, it is possible that we might, today, have been talking of those animals in the past tense.
Still, her disgust at the local Africans as a White person trumps all of that. Better mountain gorillas go extinct than a single White person be less than fawning in their obsequiousness toward Africans.
This article is a useful reminder that non-White “conservatives” by and large are first and foremost concerned with race and ethnicity, almost as much (just as much?) as far left non-Whites.
It is one of those truths that polite and respectable liberals don’t like to admit: Whites are really the only people who care about things like conservation. From John Muir who founded the Sierra Club to Joseph Knapp, the founder of Ducks Unlimited, Dian Fossey to Jane Goodall, virtually every conservation group in America was the creation of Whites. If America had been colonized by Africans, presuming they could have ever figured out how to navigate the ocean or build sailing vessels or think more than 15 seconds into the future, or by Indians like Turkey Vajayjay, there would be no national parks or forests. Just piles of trash like in Idiocracy.
Trunkortreat’s people back in India consider the River Ganges to be “sacred” and they show this by using the Ganges as a combination bathtub, cremation urn, garbage dump, toilet and sewer system. That is how they treat their “sacred” river, can you imagine how they would treat a vast wilderness they didn’t consider sacred?
Turducken closes by noting that while the noble Rwandans were busy butchering each other by the hundreds of thousands with machetes, they weren’t killing gorillas but once the war was over they went right back to it….
Poachers, however, prefer a combination of machete and gun, and of these hunters of the gorilla there appears, alas, to be no shortage. The most sobering parts of the documentary are those toward the end, when we spend time in the company of Karl Ammann, a conservationist photographer who specializes in taking pictures of “bush meat.” We see gorilla heads in markets, dismembered apes arranged for sale at butchers’ stalls and gorilla hands roasting on coals.
There are an estimated 1,000 or so mountain gorillas still in the wild today and that is due in large measure to the work of Fossey. She was probably unpleasant to be around and I doubt she would have liked me, or vice versa, but as someone who sees wildlife and wilderness as something more than just an opportunity to be exploited, I applaud her efforts while at the same time having nothing but disgust for her detractors who bitch because she learned by experience that Africans are awful.
Fossey was a complex and damaged person who was hardly the first to turn to animals for companionship when people repeatedly let her down. Still even though she was a little kooky and extreme, she preserved the mountain gorilla at least for now, while people like Tunku Varadarajan haven’t done a single useful thing in their entire lives.
I loved the three ‘Trimates’ when I was growing up; they were an inspiration to me. My biology teacher, after a video on Goodall’s work, summarized by saying he didn’t understand who’d want to do that; it’d take a really…’unusual’ person. I was taken aback; it sounded like my dream job. Unfortunately I never left ohio.
Although all three women were passionate about their primates, Fosse could be rather ascerbic. The other two were diplomatic, worked really hard to include the locals, educate and get them to care and to assist with research and safeguarding, and get them on board with conservation. Fosse, on the other hand, didn’t care for the locals, was arrogant and just pissed them off. She had also run off some poachers with her shotgun a couple days before she was hacked to death.
She did some nasty stuff to poachers, lash one in the genitals with nettles which gets her points for creativity but also is what led to her death in part
The Hutus of Rwanda killed 800,000 Tutsi and Twa in just 100 days back in ’94 before all the poo-flinging ended. I vaguely recall that the genocide resulted in a global collective yawn. There were sotto voce musings about business as usual among subhumans, and appreciation for any effort to reduce the population of beggars that do-gooding Whites feel compelled to feed. It is safe to assume that the world did not suffer the loss of many potential Nobel laureates and Fields Medal winners in the conflict. The greatest beneficiaries were indeed the mountain gorillas who were blessed with a momentary reprieve from their ritual slaughter.
She got to observe nogs in their Wakandan paradise. Briefly. Until they hacked her up with a machete.
Shooter
P.S. Jews suk. So do muzzies. They should do us a favor and wipe each other out.
She learned what too few White women learn about 2Gs: they are worse than animals
Bravo. Well written! You managed to diss two niggers with one post – curry niggers and nigger niggers. The gaul of that pampered pajeet pointing his cardamom-stained finger at any White while his country (and the others his brethren now infest) literally drowns in their own shit. Except for it’s bountiful natural resources, all of Africa is a lost cause. It’s time we deal with the gorillas in our own mist! Your variations of his name are a hoot!
You missed the third one, casino niggers
Wagon burners?,…
Prairie Niggers. Teepee Niggers. Longhouse Niggers.
I had a good laugh at the consistent spelling of that dude’s name…
The only thing Ruwanda produces that is worthwhile is coffee.
It would be a paradise if not for the Rwandans
I feel that way about all of the Caribbean Islands, especially Jamaica, where Kingston, its capital, is a no-go zone for any Whites–and even Jamaicans don’t go there unless absolutely necessary.
Yet, who’s surprised? Niggers destroy everything that they touch.
[I remember when I first was brought up to speed about African niggers. It was in the book “The Dogs of War,” by Frederic Forsyth. He described, in detail, the mind-numbing savagery of The Nigger–especially when given a little bit of power (like a customs officer or a ranked army jerk).
At that time I was young and ecumenical and the book gave me pause. But The Nigger never failed to reinforce those early impressions.
They are, in fact, even more savage than Forsyth could ever have imagined.
This horrendoplasty hit today on NCRenegades:
https://appalachianrenegade.com/2025/10/04/8-years-for-brutal-murder/
I feel for the child’s father, who demands blood, but got fkd by the State.
The savage nigger got 8 years and is now out on parole.
The man’s child is still dead.
I was 23 running a chain store meat department in Northern Colorado and there was a salesman guy that I counted as a friend and realized one day I hadn’t seen him for an irregularly long time. One day the next week I saw him waiting for me at the then of the meat case.
Of course I asked him where he’d been. He went on to tell me how a guy went awol from a halfway house, randomly broke into his house, got a knife from the kitchen drawer. My friend woke up with the man sitting on his chest, stabbing him with the knife. After several cuts and slashes and stabs and wrestling around, he finally subdued the attacker with a firearm and held him for police.
He showed me a few of the scars of the stabs and cuts on his abdomen, chest, shoulders and arms and about thirty or forty stitches around the base of his neck where the attacker had attempted to take his head off.
Turns out the attacker had grabbed the biggest, dullest knife in the kitchen drawer.
My friend had been a meat cutter before he got into the sales end of the business, and confessed that he did have his very sharp meat cutting knives stashed away for obvious reasons, and if the attacker had grabbed one of those knives my friend would have surely been dead.
Its a practice I’ve emulated ever since. The knives in our kitchen drawer are marginal at best and if I have some real cutting work to do, I go and get my meat cutting knives out of their hiding place.
Now, even our dullest knives would be very harmful to a child’s body, but reading how the murderer in the above story armed himself with a knife he found in the victim’s home, I thought I’d just share a little of what I learned about keeping sharps in the home.
We take the precaution a step further even, and we don’t leave anything that anyone could use for a weapon or could use to gain entry into our home laying around where a two legged feral could find it. Not a shovel, not a rake, not even a stray t-post.
Knives, sharp or not are a poor tool for what you’ll meet in the hallway to my bedroom. 105# of pissed off dog who know to stay low and Me, with a mossberg fulla burger maker rounds. Wont stop there either, I’m hunting its family when I step over what’s left of IT.
Mossberg 88 18.5 inch full of buckshot for the win!
Shooter
buck/slug/buck/slug/buck/slug/buck….
The 2G should have hanged. But being on parole is just another sentence for the N. Under 2 years he will be dead or back in prison.
Soft target is easier to get to since his parole…. Just sayin. 😉
Apparently he entered at night through an unlocked door.
A locked door might have turned him away. At least it buys time to wake up and arm up.
Man, that smarts.
This! This shit is why I have a gun handy at all times and have one on me if I’m awake. This random shit is niggers being way worse than wild animals. And if the shitheads are insane, put them down like a rabid dog. I’m afraid that until judges start paying in their own blood for their “feelz”, this won’t stop. If I was the father, I’d make it a twofer and he was foolish to inform the court of his future actions. From what I hear, after the first, the rest are free.
Shooter
If the dad manages to get to the POS and terminates his cockroach ass, he will be caught.
Were I on the jury he’d be “Not Guilty.”
What is “Jury Nullification” for, anyway?
Read the book “The Dogs of War,” years ago. Resonates in today’s world in American cities. Just ask the families of those slaughtered by the descendants of Africa. The book was great, the movie not so much.
Bear in Indy
Read his biography, “The Outsider: My Life in Intrigue”. He devotes a large section to the Nigerian war, and scenes in that book, I identified in “The Dogs of War” with the serial numbers wiped off. It provides a lot more real world detail of Africa.
Ha. See also: Haiti
OT, but after I posted the above about the knife attack, I opened up Bracken’s gab page and low and behold: https://gab.com/Matt_Bracken/posts/115317386533483677/media/1
Armed antifa-faggots attack ICE in Shitcongo.
I don’t remember if it was Mike Shelby or who, but some months ago someone said that as the violence ramps up in frequency and tenor, the closer we are to open communist revolutionary violence/warfare/civil war/insurrection.
Welcome to “its fixin’ to get real” ‘s golden age.
I say break out the belt feds n do the work. It’s time and nothing else will suffice. TRANtifa should be hunted to extinction, right alongside every leftist piece of sub-human shit who celebrated Charlies assassination. I’m done pretending that ain’t the truth.
100% agreed.
Notice how LE always obeys its paymasters. In our slow-rolling CWII LEOs, by standing down, have shown unarguably, that they are on the side of the communist Left (redundancy here, I know).
“To Protect and Serve” means only “Protect and Serve my Communist Paymasters.”
Yup. when it goes down they’re on the enemy list, just based on their impotence and willful disregard during the blackliarsmurder summer of love. Fuck their retirement and benefits.
Protect and serve my pension.
Read Dancing in the Glory of Monsters: The Collapse of the Congo and the Great War of Africa Paperback by Jason K. Stearns.
IN something no one knows about (or cares), after the Rwandan massacre one of the tribes (I forget, lots to keep track of when reading about Africa) decides that their tribe is being not handled well by Congo so basically Rwanda (size of Maryland) invades Zaire (now Congo again) (size of the eastern US) and basically topples Mobuto) and of course kills millions of Congolese (other tribes, there’s not just one Congo tribe). This goes back and forth for like 10 years. 5 to 10 million died they figure mostly villagers because generally in africa vs. africa wars (noogs, not whites), the smaller army just runs. No one cares, no one has even heard of it.
BTW do a google maps street view search of any “big” city in the Congo. All the buildings are 60 plus years old (i.e. Belgian, white people). NOTHING has been constructed since. When reading about the wars in Africa (a rabbit hole, I warn you), even in the early 60’s water and sewer were breaking down. I doubt anything works now.
Here’s the thing, street shitter “author”. That bitch was correct, the gorillas were and are, far superior to the niggers they’re forced to share a continent with. That indie faggots “moral high ground” is imaginary, much like his “superior intellect”. Smoke ’em where ya find ’em. Or else….
“Since the dawn of history the negro has owned the continent of Africa – rich beyond the dream of poet’s fancy, crunching acres of diamonds beneath his bare black feet.
Yet he never picked one up from the dust until a white man showed to him its glittering light.
His land swarmed with powerful and docile animals, yet he never dreamed a harness, cart, or sled.
A hunter by necessity, he never made an axe, spear, or arrowhead worth preserving beyond the moment of its use.
He lived as an ox, content to graze for an hour. In a land of stone and timber he never sawed a foot of lumber, carved a block, or built a house save of broken sticks and mud.
With league on league of ocean strand and miles of inland seas, for four thousand years he watched their surface ripple under the wind, heard the thunder of the surf on his beach, the howl of the storm over his head, gazed on the dim blue horizon calling him to worlds that lie beyond, and yet he never dreamed a sail!
— Once attributed to Charles Darwin.
I had hopes once of becoming a misanthrope. But Florence King set the bar way too high, and I have to settle for being just a cranky, old curmudgeon. One of King’s prime examples was Dian Fossey in her book “With Charity Toward None: A Fond Look At Misantropy”.
Fossey was a seriously disagreeable sort, and the only mystery in her murder was “Who DIDN’T want to kill her?” I have not seen the movie about her, but I find it hard to imagine that Fossey is portrayed at all accurately. She was 6’1” tall, packed a large revolver, and pissed off anyone who ever met her.
Jane Goodall, on the other hand was a genuinely nice person. I caught one of her lectures way back in the early 1970’s, though I don’t remember anything about it except that I liked it.
Tonka should be sent right back to his people.