The blob mops up after the murder of Henry Nowak. By John Carter.
After the trial Nowak’s father gave a press conference. He acknowledged the dichotomy between his son’s rough handling by the police, and the kid gloves with which Digwa was treated: not only did the police default to believing the brown man’s complaint of racism over the white kid’s insistence that he’d been stabbed, but when they finally arrested Digwa, they didn’t even cuff him.
But then???
After this, however, Mr. Nowak emphasized that his son was a kind, tolerant man who would never want his death to be used to stoke hatred and division, and that the public’s focus should be on the government’s efforts to combat “knife crime”, which is a nice vague racially ambiguous term from which any indication of agency has been safely removed. Sure enough, regimoids from Prime Minister Starmer on down immediately picked up on the motif of knife crime, while throwing Mr. Nowak’s admonitions against divisive rhetoric in the faces of “far-right agitators” such as Nigel Farage, Tommy Robinson, or Rupert Lowe in an attempt to shame their opponents into silence.
The statement prepared by Nowak’s father didn’t sound like the words of a man whose heart had been split asunder with grief by the murder of his boy, but then, such statements never do. You would expect such fathers to get in front of the cameras with righteous fury burning in their eyes, calling for bloody retribution. Yet they are always calm and collected, at most a bit morose, perhaps they wipe away a tear, and they always, always take care to stress that their child’s death should not be the occasion for revenge. Don’t look back in anger, we must come together to heal, thoughts and prayers, please respect the wishes of our family in this time of grief, and so on.
The script is familiar because it is, in fact, a script. The first tell is that it sounds like something written by ChatGPT, which is to say like a bland communique from the androids at head office. In this case, the other tell is that Mr. Nowak even took the time to thank the police force’s Family Liaison Officer for her support.
In the US, a shadowy organization known as the Community Relations Service has operated since the Civil Rights Act was signed into law1. This organization is essentially an X-Files for black crime, with secrecy privileges rivalling those of the FBI.
Its agents, known as facilitators, show up on the doorsteps of white families whose children were murdered by Protected Americans, and works to ensure that their grief does not inflame ‘community tensions’. Exactly how they do this is unknown. My suspicion is that they start by appealing to the high-minded civic feeling of the family, under the assumption that they are good liberals who want to do ‘the right thing’. If they need some more cajoling, doubtless there are implied threats of prosecution for jury tampering, hate speech, disturbing the public order, and so on. Whatever it is that they do, they seem to be very good at their jobs. It would be shocking if the the United Kingdom did not have a functional equivalent: probably the Family Liaison Officers embedded within local police forces, probably backed up by nudge units at the national level. …
The lefty paid-protestors moved in:
Before the verdict came in, there was a vigil for Henry Nowak. Supporters came to lay wreathes, say a few words, and hold a minute of silence.
Counter-protesters from “Stand Up To Racism” showed up to screech at them, ‘drowning out’ the minute of silence with the kind of gracious civility that only spiteful mutants can demonstrate. Their mass-produced signage is a good indication that their presence was anything but organic. Someone paid for them. Probably someone in Whitehall.
The silent treatment (which is failing this time):
The inverted parallels with Fentanyl Floyd are obvious, and have been made by many, but I’m going to harp on them anyhow.
Floyd was a career felon and drug addict who died because he swallowed a fistful of street drugs to avoid getting caught with them after police arrived to arrest him for trying to buy a banana with a counterfeit bill; he resisted arrest, and was put in a standard restraint, which involved the officer kneeling on his neck, a perfectly safe manoeuvre that could not actually have cut off his blood supply. His last words were “I can’t breathe”, because he was OD’ing on fentanyl. This led to the largest hysterical outburst of deranged paramoralistic virtue-signalling in history, as a result of which officer Derek Chauvin was subjected to a kangaroo court as the international scapegoat for the sins of the white race, and imprisoned for life, because he’d had the bad luck to be in the vicinity of the violent pavement ape’s drug OD.
Henry Nowak was a sweet-natured young white kid who died because he was stabbed in the chest by a brown-skinned psycho, and because the literal systemic racism written into explicit police policy resulted in delayed medical treatment along with degrading treatment in his final moments of life. The establishment’s response to this outrage was to ignore it. …
Lying by omission
And the lies:
It’s really a war between whites:
One of the striking aspects of the footage out of Southampton is that almost all of the people involved – the Digwas aside – are white. The protesters: white! The police: white! The politicians: white!
Racial minorities are present in this discourse more as a theoretical concept than as an active agent. … Racial strife in Southampton, as almost everywhere else in the Western world, is not really a matter of discord between racial others and white people, although of course this is always a factor to a certain degree.
The more fundamental conflict is intrawhite: between traitor whites of the parasitic shitlib professional-managerial class, and the patriot whites of the productive and more conservative working and entrepreneurial classes.
Follow the money and power:
Traitor whites use foreign imports as a means of tyrannizing, oppressing, and stealing from their opponents. This works in a number of ways….
Immigrants tend to use social welfare systems at higher rates, which provides the traitor whites with the opportunity to profit from administering resource redistribution from the productive whites towards their imported clients.
The same socioeconomic underperformance guaranteed by human biodiversity that leads to higher rates of crime and welfare usage also justifies interventions in the name of fixing racial discrimination, which is the only acceptable explanation for socioeconomic underperformance as traitor white ideology consigns human biodiversity to unforgivable thoughtcrime. These anti-discrimination interventions are a rich source of traitor white employment all on their own, while also providing them with the opportunity to deny education and employment to patriot whites, who are simultaneously ground down by the high taxes necessary to support social welfare programs, the low wages that result from the labour surplus provided by high immigration, and the high cost of housing that results from immigration boosting demand for real estat …
The asset-owning rentier class might not like the high taxes, they love the cheap labour and expensive real estate, which keeps them onside within the parasite coalition.
Best of all, because the civic religion propagated and upheld by traitor whites elevates “racism” to the sin of sins, all they have to do to silence their political opposition is to call them “racists”. They avoid criticism by hiding behind their client groups, insisting that any criticism of the regime’s policies is motivated by the small-minded bigotry of hearts full of hatred for the colour of the skin. That tactic worked very well for a very long time.
Unfortunately for the traitor whites, they’ve yanked on the racism lever so long, so often, and so hard that they have now broken it clean off. The old wordspells stopped working sometime over the last few years. …
Without race politics, the traitor whites have no income and no power:
Race politics are the feeding tube they use to suck their blood-meals out of the body politic.
Quite apart from that, there is simply no way for them to extricate themselves from their moral culpability: they’re all on record, in emails, in memos, in policy documents, in public statements, on their social media accounts, advocating for all of this, insisting on it, demanding it, cheering for it. There’s no way out for them. Keeping this system going is existential.
That’s why their tone is increasingly panicked, desperate, pleading. The choir they preach to is shrinking. The part of the population with acquired immunity is growing, and so is that population’s righteous fury. The political centre is collapsing, and their institutional power continues largely by inertia, even as the institutions themselves crumble. Their supporters consist almost exclusively of the old, of women, and of various grades of low-quality human capital dredged up from the worst parts of the white gene pool and the dregs of the third world. Their opponents are increasingly fearless. The rioters in Southampton didn’t bother wearing masks: no doubt they understand quite well that regime intelligence officers will be poring over video recordings to identify rioters, who will doubtless be charged with public order offences, just as happened during the Southport riots two summers ago, but they don’t seem to care.
And a bleak future:
When this ends, most of the invaders will be remigrated back where they came from, and for the migrants that will be the end of the matter. …
The traitors who facilitated the multicultural experiment, however … who threw open the gates to the invasion … who held the native population’s hands behind their backs so the invaders could prey upon them … who reduced their own people to humiliating servitude … well they can’t be deported, can they?
