The Klan, BLM, and Dreams of Race Wars

It was the early 1980s, and I was on vacation in Fairmount, West Virginia with my wife, (at the time) visiting a couple of old friends. Upon our arrival the friends, Laura and Doug began to recite the many wonderful excursions we would be enjoying during our stay, which included camping along the great Monongahela River, exquisite dining experiences, and just maybe, a family barbecue on Sunday afternoon. 

When speaking of the Sunday event, Laura seemed hesitant to state the exact reasons why our attendance would be tentative, as if there were some mitigating element preventing us from being a part of the festivities. Of course this peaked my curiosity all the more, because I couldn’t help but get the feeling that some aspect of her wrestling with the decision was focused upon me.

“Laura, what’s the problem, and why do I get the feeling it has something to do with me?” I asked, and by the look on her face my instincts were correct.

“It’s nothing,” she snapped, in a half-hearted attempt to shut down the conversation.

After more gentle probing on my part, she finally relented and explained her dilemma to me. Seems she had an older brother John, who was at that time not only a member of the Ku Klux Klan, but he was also the Grand Wizard of their local Fairmount, West Virginia chapter.

Upon hearing this, and I kid you not, my first reaction was; “Awesome, I’d love to meet him.”

To which she responded, “Did you hear what I said? He’s in the Klan, and he would rather shoot a nigger than spend two minutes talking to one. Sorry to be so blunt. Not trying to offend and all, but that’s the truth.”

“No offense taken," I replied. "But I’m very serious. I’d love to go.”

At this point my wife, Doug, and Laura were all staring at me as if I had lost my mind. The subject quickly changed to our immediate plans of camping out, and for the next fun-filled days we didn’t discuss the barbecue again. The days zipped by way too quickly.

Sunday Morning

I am awakened by Laura, who poked her head in the guest room my wife and I occupied, asking me to join her in the kitchen. With just the two of us sitting at the kitchen table, she wanted to offer some background on her brother’s list of atrocities over the many years he was associated with the Klan. The list included a very brutal beat-down of a ‘nigger’ – her words, who once tried to ask her out on a date. That, along with cross burnings to intimidate Black families attempting to move into all-white communities, and a laundry lists of insults and physical altercations directed towards Blacks dating back to when he was a teenager.

“You still want to go to the barbecue if that psycho is going to be there?” she asked, at the conclusion of the diatribe.

“Laura, it’s not the first time I’ve spoken to guys who are in the Klan,” I replied, which took her aback.

You see folks, from a very early age I have always been fascinated by the Klan and the concept that human beings can actually hate people they have never met. Years before, I was the only person of color at a party in Columbia, Maryland when the host of the affair warned it be a good idea if I left, because as she put it, “That fucking racist bastard and his Klan friends just showed up!” referring to three men who had just entered the soiree.

What I found even more shocking was that Columbia, at the time (the early 1980s), was known as a haven for interracial dating/couples/marriages and touted as the most race friendly community in the nation. So when my friend suggested I depart because of the new arrivals, instead of leaving, I walked right over to the three men and introduced myself. Mind you, I’m looking up at them. Each of the men had to be over six feet tall.

“Hey guys, it was suggested that I leave the party because you showed up. People say you’re in the Klan, is that true?” I asked. They were momentarily taken aback, to the point of being speechless. I continued, “If it is true, and you are, I would love to speak with you to understand what you’re all about; if you don’t mind?"

After a moment of incredulity, followed by a bit of nervous laughter, the tallest of the group relented asking, “So, you want to know why we hate niggers, is that it?” he said, smiling, while all three focused on my reaction to the obvious attempt to rile me.

“Exactly!” I replied, without missing a beat, looking directly into each of their eyes. “I wish you could explain it to me, because I have a hard time understanding how you can actually hate someone, if you don’t really know them. Have you met many people of color in your life?”

Mind you, pretty much all the eyes in that room were now nervously looking in our direction, which made my stomach churn a little, thinking that perhaps I had made a huge mistake engaging them.

As I stood there waiting for a response, the fellow who spoke to me seemed torn between actually engaging in a conversation and maintaining a superior stance against the awkwardness caused by my intrusion. A few more moments of uncomfortable glances and nervous laughter between the three men ended when one of the other gentlemen tapped his buddy on the shoulder saying, “Let’s get the hell out of here!” And they promptly exited the party. I was left standing in the same spot feeling quite disappointed.

After hearing my story, all Laura could do was shrug, throw her hands up in the air and exclaim, “Alright… if that’s what you want, but he ain’t gonna talk to you. No way, no how!”

A few thoughts occurred to me as we made our final approach to the site of the barbecue; (the Ku Klux Klan, a cookout, sergeant Neil Howie, and a burning effigy). What the hell had I talked myself into?

It seemed like a real festive group, as the smell of marijuana filled the air along with the sound of metal clanging as the result of a lively game of horse shoes in progress, and Merle Haggard playing on the boombox. Everywhere people were drinking, eating, laughing, and generally having a splendid time. The entire crowd was of course, really white with most of the folks appearing as if they stepped right out of the 1950s, as far as hairstyles and fashions were concerned.

The house belonged to Laura’s mom, Ms. Beatrice. Her husband, a well-known stalwart within the Klan movement had died less than a year ago. Laura never spoke much of him, other than to tell that which I just described. Like her brother, she had written him off in life, and when he died she said it didn't affect her in the least bit. She even refused to attend her father’s funeral.

The two-story country dwelling was situated in the midst of twenty acres of wooded land. To the far end of the clearing sat a converted school bus that appeared to have merged within the earth and its surroundings. Between the house and the school bus, a blazing fire roared replete with a whole pig roasting on a spit. But I could feel the tension in the air ratcheting up as heads snapped around to steal a glance, shocked to see a nigger in their midst. Yet for some strange reason the negative energy swirling like a dust devil, actually had the reverse effects of bolstering my spirit, because I knew what was about to go down, and they didn’t.

Laura practically dragged us around to meet a host of relatives and friends, introducing us to just about everyone. Most seemed genuinely friendly, while a few just stood there like deer caught in headlights with a, ‘What do I say to a nigger?’ uneasiness in their eyes.

I watched as Laura then disappeared into the bus for a few brief moments, only to exit with a disgusted look on her face. (That’s where her brother must be), I figured. She was headed towards a huge cooler filled with ice and beer, and I knew she was getting one for her brother. That's when I made my move.

“I’ll get that,” I said, taking the six-pack of beers right out of her hands. She stood there blinking her eyes rapidly and moving her mouth, but no words came out. I just smiled and headed off towards the school bus.

It was in those moments between the cooler and the school bus that all movement on the grounds seemed to crank down to slow motion. (Oh my God!) I thought, as I could practically hear all the anxious thoughts of those gathered about, which felt like being shot by a barrage of arrows with each step I took.

Off in the distance, like an echo, I heard my wife calling, “H., stop!”

As I drew nearer, Ms. Beatrice was just exiting the bus looking down, while gingerly taking each step with great difficulty. She was a plump, dark-haired beauty with round, happy cheeks, which I took as a sign of a warm heart. She finally looked up to see me standing there, and to say she was flabbergasted would be an understatement. Her eyes were stretched wide and she was shaking her head with a silent, ‘No, no, no… you can’t go in there,’ I offered her a steady forearm the last few steps.

A reassuring smile from me made her chuckle with a knowing grin. She then made a grand gesture of stepping aside, while offering a helping hand as I climbed the steps.

After the second step up, I felt the last touch of her fingertips against mine. Her thoughts of good will entered my heart as I entered the bus. The gasps of those standing near, was the last thing I heard.

Having entered the bus, what I saw made me think the whole idea was a huge mistake. Sitting towards the rear, which was converted into a nice comfy living area with tables and a kitchen, were a couple of imposing figures.

Clearly of eastern European heritage, these were young guys, late twenties-early thirties, and I could sense they were cock-sure and full of themselves. Dressed in overalls, blue jeans, and wife-beater T-shirts, it was like stepping into a scene from the James Dean movie, as they continued staring as if I had lost my ever-loving mind. For a split second, I couldn’t have agreed with them more.

I recognized Laura’s brother instantly, because of his jaw line and shape of the noses they had in common. Stopping to within a few feet of the table, with the six-pack of beers outstretched I said, “You boys look thirsty, have a beer. Mind if I sit?”

They looked at each other with expressions that can only be described as amazement, and back to me.

“Go right ahead,” replied the one I had assumed was John.

I handed out the beers, pausing to look each man in the eyes with kindness, before sitting down. Remembering my previous encounter with members of the Klan, I decided to pull a reverse.

“So… people call me H, and I hear you boys don’t like niggers?” I said laughing. “Well gaddamn-it, I can’t stand them either!”

With that, both men looked at each other again and then burst into uproarious laughter, with Laura’s brother laughing the hardest. He was the first to stretch out his hand to shake mine.

“I’m John, this is my buddy Eddie.”

John had blond hair and chiseled features, the picture of Aryan perfection (Berliner… no wonder. They must worship this guy) I thought. Eddie had the eyes and mouth of a straight up killer; cold, blank and crooked, with pencil thin lips and a face so tight I though his skin would crack. Black hair, and a long horizontal scar on his forehead accentuated his imposing presence.

“So what don’t you like about niggers?” Eddie asked, still laughing to himself.

“Well, a nigger by definition is a shiftless, lazy, dirty creature that lives in ignorance, squalor and shame. I can’t stand people like that. What kind of niggers don’t you like?”

That’s how our conversation began, and it lasted for more than two and a half hours. I’ve written about this conversation in a novel under the pen-name H. P. Stanly, titled Memoirs of An Extraterrestrial, The Negro Conundrum, which is available as a paperback and Kindle on Amazon, if you want more details.

You see, in addition to the conversations above, as a producer of talk shows during the heyday of the genre – the late 1980s, early 1990s, I have literally spoken with dozens of Klan members, Neo-Nazis, racist skinheads, and hundreds more racists of every ilk that one can imagine. I'm not talking about simple fifteen-minute phone conversations checking to see if a particular racist is available for an episode. I've spent hours engaged in one-on-ones, getting to know what makes people tick – what motivates their hatred.

What I discovered, is that racists who originate from the south, regardless of their socioeconomic status, seem to possess an innate sense of superiority over Native Americans, Hispanics, and especially Blacks. I believe it's cultural, passed down from generation to generation from bloodlines who owned property and slaves.

Slavery in America was different than slavery anywhere else in this world because there was never a clause; language that provided for the American Negro slaves to gain their freedom. And since slaves in this country were never supposed to be anything other than someone's property, it would have been impossible for Americans to have a foundation upon which they could ever perceive a Negro as being their equal.

So imagine the shock White people felt after the passage of the Emancipation Proclamation of 1863. In that single moment in time, they were forced to contemplate the inconceivable – the destruction of all that was holy in America – the White man's God given right to dominate the inferior races of earth, especially Negroes. They had kidnapped them and brought to this country for a single purpose; to serve them. The idea of free Negroes walking about, without so much as a by your leave, was unimaginable and abhorrent to the sensibilities of White people. Why do you think they passed Jim Crow Laws?

It is obvious everyone was in agreement that it was the responsibility of state governments to take appropriate steps in maintaining a separation of the races, so Negroes would never get the notion in their heads that they were a part of an America that was built primarily for White people.

Of course slavery continued in America, albeit under another name; the prison system and chain gangs, which reinforced the cultural precept about 'Negroes knowing their place as servants. People forget that many affluent families in the north, south, east, and west employed Negro housekeepers, maids, butlers, nannies, doormen, shoeshine boys–servants, on up through the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s.

For many of the racists I have spoken to over the last forty years, the cultural bias was patently obvious, especially when one considers that most devout racists have never actually engaged in a conversation with a Black person, let-a-lone met a Black person they would have considered befriending.

A rudimentary understanding of how the dynamics of language plays into culture explains this. When we understand that language and culture are inextricably joined as one, then it is nearly impossible for Black people to escape 400 years of programing via the very words they use to describe themselves. It's just as hard for Whites to block the whispers of racist ideas, feelings, and customs, which are a part of American hegemony. Where do you think, White guilt comes from? The internal struggle to reconcile instinctual feelings of superiority over Black people, with the desire to embrace all people as equal in the eyes of God.

Read some of my older posts, with quotes from president Abraham Lincoln and Roger B. Taney delineating that negroes would never be accepted as equals to the White man, whether emancipated or not. White privilege and consequently Black inferiority exists, because of 400-years of programming via the very language we speak in this country, which buttresses the notion that White people come first.

Yet, for reasons I have desribed previously, (Blackness, the Stockholm Syndrome, and Uncle Tom) Black people today have developed a sort of amnesia, while preferring to re-write history, imagining there was ever a time in America when Negroes/Blacks were not under the gun. As if Blacks getting shot by White people or police officers is a new thing. Cell phones merely reveal that which has been done in darkness for the last 400 years.

The only thing that has changed dramatically over the last forty years of American history, is the willingness of Black people to directly and tacitly participate in the systematic extermination of millions of their own people, at the hands of each other. They have become so damaged as a people, that they can ignore thousands of murders in a single year, to focus all their energies on a single death at the hands of White or Black police officers.

So we have this apparent blindness to the desperate conditions persisting within the Black community, while embracing a campaign demanding that White people not only see it, but embrace the very thing Black people apparently despise more than anything else – the lives of Black people.

Black Lives Matter came into existence as a result of one of the most shameful, lawless, and degrading displays by a people since the Rodney King riots – Ferguson. The idea that they would actually have the temerity to venture out beyond the wasteland of a neighborhood they left in its wake, preaching to anyone other than Black people, in my opinion, is the epitome of ignorance.

Then, just when you thought a people couldn’t sink any lower, five innocent police officers are executed in Dallas, and Blacks decide the proper response is to flood the internet with tweets, responses to articles, and Facebook posts praising these deaths, and calling the shooter a hero?

To make comparisons between this current BLM incarnation and the Civil Rights demonstrations of the 1950s and 1960s, is an insult to reason and intelligence that leaves a foul smell hanging in the air. The only comparison I see, having lived through the Civil Rights era, is that we are once again allowing a movement that began in the ghettos of America, to drag all people of color into the same, soul-stealing abyss of separation from the rest of society that helped to create this mess in the first place. I am referring to the Black Power/Black Culture Movement, when a people of color lost their collective minds and chose to separate themselves from the rest of society to become a Black people. It is exactly what the elite wanted us to do (self-imposed Jim Crow), and it has been all downhill ever since.

Think about it; fifty years of Black pride, Black History Studies, Black History Months, and Black History museums and what has it all led too; an angry mob calling themselves Black Lives Matter, raising clinched fists, while turning back the hands of time with a self-defeating slogan. Self-defeating, because the slogan isn't actually a positive statement that celebrates all Black Lives, but rather, it is a plea for the lives of a small percentage of Blacks who have either been shot, or might be shot by a White or Black police officer.

If it was truly a statement that embraced life, then Black Lives Matter would be in cities like Chicago, as we speak, spreading their message among those whose lives are at risk just for being Black, in a Black neighborhood.

One thing I will tell you about the conversations I have had in the company of the Klan members in West Virginia, and just about every racist I have ever spoken to, is that we have finally arrived at the moment they predicted. We stand at the precipice of a situation that could easily escalate into the all-out race war that White racists have been dreaming about for fifty years. And it is Black people once again, who are being PLAYED by the elite and the MSM they control, to act out in such a way that will lead to an even greater marginalization from the rest of society and their own destruction. It is ironic that every time president Obama even hints at gun control, White people go out and buy guns in record numbers. Recent polling suggests that upwards of 70% of the population believes race relations are at their worst since the LA riots. With so many armed citizens in this country, all it takes is another Dallas.

       The solution to this madness, is Black Lives Matter needs to stand down and deescalate by stopping everything they’re doing in the public arena outside of Black communities. Precious time and efforts could be spent more effectively by directly engaging in the process of healing the very people they claim to be protesting on behalf of – Black people. They should be just as fervent at organizing to improve the lives of the poorest of the poor, and the illiterate within Black communities across this country, because nothing says, ‘I’m unemployable’ like not being able to read.

Or perhaps they could organize a movement to stop Blacks from murdering each other. Thirty-five Blacks will get shot, and many of them will die today... in the time it takes you to read this essay. I wish that every time a Black person was shot by another Black person, the main stream media would plaster the crime scene and photos of the tragedy on every news site, twenty-four-seven, the same way they do when a police officer shoots a Black person.

I understand the apprehensions of BLM to take on the source of the real violence in Black communities, when you consider that 2,000 people have been shot and 400 dead in Chicago alone, since the beginning of the year. It is actually prudent to be more afraid of Black people than White people who actually don’t give a damn about race during the course of their daily lives. That is, until they can’t get to work or pick up their children from school on time, because BLM is stopping traffic. But someone has to help Black people who can’t help themselves and BLM seems to have a knack for organizing. They are also pretty brave when it comes to facing down police officers trying to do their jobs. Perhaps that same bravery could be employed in Black neighborhoods across this country, facing down drug dealers, and gang-bangers. 

So in closing, the solution really comes down to basic Newtonian physics; action/reaction. Violence begets violence. End the callous disregard for life in Black communities, and police officers won’t feel threatened and wary of being shot themselves when they answer a 911 call.  

By

Herman Williams III

The Abolition Of Black/Nigga Culture

**I know; it's long, but it must be to tackle such a sensitive issue -- take your time, no need to read it all in one sitting**

Chief Justice Roger B. Taney * March 17, 1777 - October 12, 1864

Of course Black/Nigga History month is well under way and this one, is not without it’s share of controversies thanks to comments by Ms. Stacy Dash, calling for the abolition of Black History Month, as well as what many are calling the “whitest Oscars” in recent memory. As a side note, I would like the thank the Academy of Motion Pictures for NOT nominating “Straight Out of Compton” for a little gold statue. We’ll get into that in a minute.

Stacy Dash did not actually use the word abolition when referring to Black History Month; I added it, because in American Culture the word abolition means: the action or act of abolishing a system, practice, or institution. An Abolitionist, is a person who favors the abolition of a system, practice or institution. Most Americans who can read associate the term abolitionist with the end of the institution of slavery. My purpose for writing this essay is a call for a new Abolitionist Movement in America, one that would finally set a people free from the psychological, social, and ideological disaster referred to as Black/Nigga Culture.

For the record, my opposition to the ideology of Blackness goes back to the very moment of its inception, a mere 50-years ago in the 1960s, when Colored, Negroes, Mulattoes, and High Yellow Negroes decided to collectively identify themselves as a Black people, without understanding the devastating implications of being ignorant to the meaning of words and their cultural significance. Almost immediately I began to witness the change, which led to the heartache, pain, misery, and suffering that is most pervasive among so-called Black peoples today.

My heart goes out to MarShawn M. McCarrel II, of Black Lives Matter who recently shot himself dead on the steps of the Ohio State House, no doubt as a result of succumbing to his own personal demons. In many ways his struggle for acceptance is indicative of the frustration many so-called Black millennials face each day growing up in America. It is a frustration that has been passed down from one generation to the next and has evolved from 400-years of struggling in a country that had made its hostile intentions abundantly clear from the very beginning of our association.

Fifty years ago, the struggle culminated in a complete loss of confidence in the illusion of Civil Rights, after signing a treaty in 1964 that was supposed to lift people of color into the mainstream of American society. It was this backlash to the realization of being played, once again, by the Anglo-Saxon establishment, as well as an inept Black leadership in a series of fatal missteps that kept Negroes living on modern-day plantations, a.k.a., ghettoes. This of course lead to self-imposed segregation in the name of seeking an identity “all our own” from the rest of society, reinforced by the re-writing of history.

For the previous three-hundred and fifty years of our existence upon this soil not a single accomplishment, step forward, or advancement of our people was accomplished without the help of countless individuals from all walks of life, races, and ethnicities. Yet, the one thing we did on our own – becoming a Black people – essentially marked the moment in history when we officially lost our minds and turned our backs on the rest of America, by choosing a false ideology that led to the current state of affairs within the so-called Black community, epitomized by a Black Lives Matter activist who cared little for his own life. 

But the identification of selves as a Black people in the 1960s, while rejecting our one, true identity as simply Americans, was merely the foundation upon which we would coalesce to continue in the quest to destroy ourselves!

After the ideological break from the rest of American Culture, via Blackness/Black Culture, a more insidious plague took root within Black communities during the 1980s. We saw the rise of a Culture whose foundation was built upon ignorance, addiction, money, power, and murder, which transformed the notion that we were men and women, into bitches, hoes, shorties, niggas, and dogs through the wholesale betrayal of our people, by our own people. Once again we formed an alliance, albeit a deadly one, with other Americans to manifest a culture tailor-made for the privatization of the prison systems in America. A Culture designed for one aim; the addiction of our people on crack cocaine, filling morgues with hundreds of thousands of bodies, and filling the new prison systems with hundreds of thousands of young black males.

The Culture of which I speak, had as its propaganda machine a form of music called Gangsta Rap and Gangsta Hip Hop, which literally uploaded what I refer to as the Gangsta Lifestyle Fantasy Program (GLFP) directly into the hearts and minds of young Black males. It was ignorance with a beat, bent on betraying our own people, while destroying mothers, fathers, children, grandparents, and complete neighborhoods that were left desolated. All of this while embracing a cultural norm where young Black males are raping thirteen to sixteen-year-old girls, thrusting them into a world where they become vehicles for breeding future clients, who will fall victim to the systematic holocaust of a people – for money!

This culture is called Nigga Culture, after the people who embrace the colloquial use of the word nigger and refer to themselves and each other as Niggas, utilizing a bastardized form of the native English language derived from the era of slavery. The language referred to as Ebonics is essentially slave-talk, and the language of defeat. It is a form of communication that capitulates to the Anglo-Saxon’s belief that a Negro will never be equal to or succeed in America. And just like slavery, Nigga Culture transformed Blacks/Niggas into a lucrative economic engine, supporting multiple external business interests across both governmental and secular platforms.

My regret is that as a result of the advent of Nigga Culture and Ebonics, this message, in written form will be completely ignored or characterized as evil by somewhere between 40 & 60 percent of so-called Blacks/Niggas living in America. Sadly, those numbers represent a conservative estimate of the percentage of functionally illiterate Black/Nigga teens who now live in our inner cities.

The knee-jerk reaction by Blacks/Niggas when faced with such criticism over the last fifty years is to blame White people, White privilege, society, and the hardships of living in poverty as the main cause for the current state of affairs among so many Blacks. But that's like trying to blame White privilege for the destruction that took place in Ferguson and Baltimore, as the whole world looked on with horror while Blacks/Niggas looted and burned down their own communities, and the businesses that served them. Rather, the real culprit is the utterly false premise that a separate culture and identity can be forged from an existing culture after hundreds of years of embracing both the language and culture of the host country.

To understand why, let us begin with a definition of the word culture:

Culture is the systems of knowledge shared by a relatively large group of people.

Culture is communication, communication is culture.

Culture in its broadest sense is cultivated behavior; that is the totality of a person's learned, accumulated experience which is socially transmitted, or more briefly, behavior through social learning.

A culture is a way of life of a group of people--the behaviors, beliefs, values, and symbols that they accept, generally without thinking about them, and that are passed along by communication and imitation from one generation to the next.

Culture is symbolic communication. Some of its symbols include a group's skills, knowledge, attitudes, values, and motives. The meanings of the symbols are learned and deliberately perpetuated in a society through its institutions.

Culture consists of patterns, explicit and implicit, of and for behavior acquired and transmitted by symbols, constituting the distinctive achievement of human groups, including their embodiments in artifacts; the essential core of culture consists of traditional ideas and especially their attached values; culture systems may, on the one hand, be considered as products of action, on the other hand, as conditioning influences upon further action.

Culture is the sum of total of the learned behavior of a group of people that are generally considered to be the tradition of that people and are transmitted from generation to generation.

I can summarize all of the above with five words: language and culture are inseparable – period, the end! Everything we are, every experience we have had on this soil called America, is an integral part of the actions and reactions to the catalysts that forged the traditions, artifacts, belief systems, and learned behavior each of us have shared and passed down to generation after generation over the last 400 years to manifest American Culture. We can no more separate one people from the totality of the ALL, than we can separate our heads from our bodies and survive. All of it, every moment is part of our collective history upon this soil, and it is built into the very language we speak – the words we use to describe ourselves. And what language do we speak in America?

The language of the Anglo-Saxons, called English. Who are the Anglo-Saxons? 

They were a people whose exploits reached mythical proportions after emerging from the forest of Germany, and settling on the Isles of Britons during the great European migration, which took place between 400 and 800 AD. They went on to form one of the greatest nations on earth until the Norman Conquest of 1066, but that didn’t stop them from conquering the North American Continent.

From Wikipedia:

“The Anglo-Saxon period includes the creation of an English nation, with many of the aspects that survive today including regional government of shires; the re-establishment of Christianity; a flowering in literature and language; and the establishment of charters and law. The term Anglo-Saxon is also popularly used for the language, in scholarly use more usually called Old English, that was spoken and written by the Anglo-Saxons in England and eastern Scotland between at least the mid-5th century and the mid-12th century.”

From the book, Race and Manifest Destiny – The Origins of American Racial Anglo-Saxonism, written by Reginald Horsman:

“Although the concept of a distinct, superior Anglo-Saxon race, with innate endowments enabling it to achieve a perfection of governmental institutions and world dominance, was a product of the first half of the nineteenth century, the roots of these ideas stretch back at least to the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. Those Englishmen who settled in America at the beginning of the seventeenth century brought as part of their historical and religious heritage a clearly delineated religious myth of a pure English Anglo-Saxon church, and in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries shared with their fellow Englishmen an elaborately developed secular myth of the free nature of Anglo-Saxon political institutions. By the time of the American Revolution Americans were convinced that Anglo-Saxon England before the Norman Conquest had enjoyed freedoms unknown since that date.”  

The Anglo-Saxons believed they were the most superior race on planet earth, considering they conquered most of the known world at one point or another, and still exert tremendous influence over the world today, including the United States of America. Think about it; if you want to practice law in America, one must be accepted into the BAR, which is an acronym for British Accreditation Registry. I currently reside in Baltimore, Maryland. The state is named after Queen Henrietta Maria, wife of King Charles I of England and mother of Charles II and James II, by George Calvert, the first Lord Baltimore.

Since we are fully ensconced in an election season, it might interest you to know the first official primary is held where, in New-hamp-shire, which is just north of one of the largest cities in America called, New York. It was named after York, England, because King Charles II gave the land to his brother, James, the Duke of York. Believe me, I could go on for days making connections with the names of cities and states in America named after some Lord, Duke, Earl, King, or Queen of England. In fact, the current Queen sitting on the throne who goes by the name Windsor, actually has German roots and her real name is, Ms. Saxe-Coburg-Gotha (thank you Russell Brand) – so you get my point.

Sam Adams, Ben Franklin, James Carroll, Patrick Henry, and George Washington just to name a few, admired and lauded the exploits of the Anglo-Saxons. Our Constitution was modeled after the Anglo-Saxon constitutions of Europe. Again, from Race And Manifest Destiny, The Origins of American Racial Anglo-Saxonism – Thomas Jefferson wrote on August 13, 1776:

“Has not every restitution of the ancient Saxon laws had happy effects? Is it not better now that we return at once into that happy system of our ancestors, the wisest and most perfect ever yet devised by the wit of man, as it stood before the 8th century?”

The bottom line is America and England are still attached at the hip – we fought the War of 1812 to finally get the British out of our economic pockets, and the war ended in a stalemate.

So when we talk about the English/Anglo-Saxons and their belief of superiority over the entire race of man, guess which race they consider to be the most inferior of all the races on planet earth? The Blacks from the continent of Africa! Their language (our language) is essentially one of control and domination, with words like superior, inferior, majority, minority, and as far as the words Black and Negro are concerned – both, according to the English language were commercial shipping terms used in Maritime Law concerning the capture, transportation, and sale of slaves.

Today, many so-called blacks are confused by the term negro, assuming incorrectly that it came from the Spanish word negro, which means black. But we speak English, (for the moment) not Spanish, and in the Anglo-Saxon world of words, a Negro was a slave from the islands, or a mixed race people. The word Black was a commercial term used to describe slaves from the continent of Africa. It should be noted that the capture and enslavement of people from the continent of Africa would have been impossible, if it wasn’t for the partnerships that were formed with many of the African nations who betrayed each other assisting slave traders by turning over rival tribes and enemies.

Think about it; on the continent of Africa, before the Anglos stepped foot upon that soil, the people enjoyed a diverse history of languages and cultures that preceded the emergence of the tribes from Germany by thousands of years. Yet to the British, the Ugandans, Ethiopians, and Nigerians – as diverse from each other as France is to Poland – were nothing more than sub-human blacks, eschewing any concepts of cultural diversity. To the Anglo-Saxons they were merely savages – chattel to be rounded up and sold into slavery. So if you were a plantation owner in Georgia, interested in buying slaves, you received a telegraph from a slave trader. The telegraph might say, “I have a boat load of blacks,” and the plantation owner would know immediately the slaves were coming from the continent of Africa. The same thing applied to Negroes/mixed race slaves from the islands. The islands were a hotbed for interracial sex back then. But Negroes (mixed race) from the islands were not worth as much – not considered to be as valuable as Blacks from Africa. A plantation owner could obtain them at a lower price, specifically because of their mixed race heritage, and close proximity to the New World. They also tended to be a little uppity, held their heads a little higher, and displayed a sense of self-worth, as a result of all the foreign/multinational blood coursing through their veins.

Another thing to consider is that neither plantation owners nor the slave traders were interested in actually teaching Blacks or Negroes how to speak English, although many of the island Negroes/ Mulattoes had a grasp of English. Instead, communications with slaves usually consisted of commands like, “nigger get your ass over here, nigger plant, nigger pick,” etc. If you were a slave and every time the massr’ had something to say to you, he used the word nigger; well, slaves didn’t think, ‘the masr’ is insulting me.’ No, slaves learned quickly through practical experience that if you didn’t move, you got your ass beat. So as far as slaves were concerned, what were they in this new language called English? Niggers! 

As a side note, around the turn of the 20^th century, there were still quite a number of former slaves who were alive and kicking. You can google the Library of Congress archives and actually listen to audio recordings of slaves speaking about their lives on the plantation. What you will hear is that slaves referred to each other as niggers quite liberally, much the same way modern Nigga Culture uses the term. At least the slaves had an excuse for calling each other niggers – it was called ignorance of the language and culture.

Another curious thing about listening to slave talk is that it sounds eerily familiar to Ebonics, but with one exception – that being, many slaves actually learned to speak their former masr’s language with a proficiency that far exceeds the average inner city Black teen of today.

So to recap; the terms Black and Negro were Anglo-Saxon words used in commerce to describe two distinct types of slaves for sale around the world. But to truly understand the meaning of the word nigger, one must understand it from the Anglo-Saxon perspective. Forget all the other definitions you have ever heard. Slavery in America was unlike any other form of slavery to ever exist on planet earth. Many races of people throughout history were enslaved. But if you were an Anglo-Saxon, looking upon beings whom you consider to be the lowest form of sub-human life on planet earth – beings whom you despised and loathed – beings in whom there was no life other than that of a savage, dirty, ignorant mule that is so far below you that its life meant nothing when not engaged in the business of enslavement, then uttering the word nigger was the embodiment all these sentiments and more. So much so that it became an integral part of American Culture as an insult, long after slavery, even until today.

When you think about the Jewish people, who also experienced being enslaved in their history, and the word kike, which like the word nigger is considered to be an absolute vile insult; you will never hear Jewish people embracing that word, or calling each other kikes – never! In fact, to even mention the word as part of this essay is something many Jews will frown upon, and with good reason.

Yet, a few weeks ago I happened by two Black teens embroiled in a rather heated conversation that went something like this;

Teen 1: Well he dat kinda nigga, you know it!

Teen 2: Yeah da kinda nigga dat needs to get put down!

Teen 1: Dat nigga don’t know who he messin’ wif!

Curious, I approached them asking; “Guys, pardon me,” which took them aback, “I just want to ask you both a question. Do you know the word Nigga, is derived from the word Nigger?” I said. “No it ain’t,” came their response immediately, which took me aback. “Uh… yes it is,” I replied. “You see, N.i.g.g.e.r. is the base word for N.i.g.g.a., which is uttered by racist individuals who are intent upon insulting a person of color. N.i.g.g.a. is merely the slang version. So in essence, every time you call your friends, or foes nigga, what you’re really calling them is niggers.” The look on their faces of total confusion was surprising. “No we ain’t!” they repeated, looking at me as if I had lost the last piece of my mind, before turning abruptly and walking away. As they left I could hear them saying, “Dat nigga is crazy!”

It reminded me of the now infamous testimony of one, Rachel Jeantel during the George Zimmerman trial, explaining that the meaning of nigga was changed from Nigger, and that anyone could be called a nigga.   

At this point, I should also reiterate that somewhere between 40 and 60 percent of inner city Black teens are functionally illiterate, a fact that cannot be blamed on White people, or White privilege. You see, so-called Black people have never truly understood the power of language – the power words have in manifesting reality, which is why over the last three years we have seen examples of the declension of a people in events like the Ferguson and Baltimore riots, where inner city Blacks were actually manifesting the Webster’s Dictionary definition of the word, Black.

Black/ adjective

very dark because there is no light: of or relating to a race of people who have dark skin and who come originally from Africa: thoroughly sinister or evil: indicative of condemnation or discredit: very sad, gloomy, or calamitous: marked by the occurrence of disaster. Devoid of light.

Of course my detractors will admonish me by saying, “that’s the white mans definition and not how we define ourselves as a Black people.” I hear you, but my first question then is what language are we speaking on this soil – the White man’s language – English.

I find it ironic that last year, 2015 we were embroiled in a conversation about the appropriation of Black culture when two children, Halle Baldwin and Kylie Jenner had the audacity to braid their hair in cornrows. The condemnation among Black women was swift; ‘They’re appropriating our culture, how dare they!’ And then we had Ms. Iggy Azalea, a white woman from Australia with the number one rap song in the country, if not the world, Fancy accused of appropriating Black culture, because she was rapping like a ‘nigga from the hood.’ How dare she!

But the whole conversation was complete nonsense, when you consider who appropriated whose culture first. It is impossible to build a separate culture – a separate history using the language of the host culture, while being a part of said history. It’s one thing if the various tribes that were kidnapped from the continent of Africa, had at some point come together and decided to use a language from their pre-slavery integration into American culture to manifest a separate culture from America. This was not the case. Instead, by appropriating the English language with a prepackaged racist ideology built into it over a 350-year timeframe, the clocks were literally turned backwards, destroying many of the advancement we made post Brown s. Board of Education, while fulfilling the lowest expectations of our Anglo-Saxon overlords.

Don’t take my word for it. Listen to the words of a man many Negroes have looked upon as their Savior over the last one-hundred years.

Abraham Lincoln:

“I will say then that I am not, nor ever have been in favor of bringing about in anyway the social and political equality of the white and black races – that I am not nor ever have been in favor of making voters or jurors of negroes, nor of qualifying them to hold office, nor to intermarry with white people; and I will say in addition to this that there is a physical difference between the white and black races which I believe will forever forbid the two races living together on terms of social and political equality. And inasmuch as they cannot so live, while they do remain together there must be the position of superior and inferior, and I as much as any other man am in favor of having the superior position assigned to the white race. I say upon this occasion I do not perceive that because the white man is to have the superior position the negro should be denied everything.”

If you still need convincing, while preparing to argue Brown vs. Board of Education, Thurgood Marshal had this to say;

“Do you know what we’re up against?” Marshall asked rhetorically. “The weight of bad court decisions over the century. Hell, we’re fighting Chief Justice Taney.” From: Dream Makers, Dream Breakers,The World of Justice Thurgood Marshall,by Carle T. Rowan 1993 pg. 205 1st paragraph

What I find most disturbing, is it appears so-called Blacks have wound up exactly where they began in this country, at least in the eyes of those who thought they knew them best − their Anglo-Saxon owners. From Chief Justice Roger B. Taney’s, 1857 majority decision against Dred Scot:

“They had for more than a century before been regarded as beings of an inferior order, and altogether unfit to associate with the white race, either in social or political relations; and so far inferior, that they had no rights which the white man was bound to respect; and that the negro might justly and lawfully be reduced to slavery… He was bought and sold, and treated as an ordinary article of merchandise and traffic, whenever a profit could be made by it. This opinion was at that time fixed and universal in the civilized portion of the white race. It was regarded as an axiom in morals as well as in politics, which no one thought of disputing, or supposed to be open to dispute; and men in every grade and position in society daily and habitually acted upon it in their private pursuits, as well as in matters of public concern, without doubting for a moment the correctness of this opinion. “

“He was bought and sold, and treated as an ordinary article of merchandise and traffic, whenever a profit could be made.” Change a few words like, ‘He was used and discarded, and treated as an ordinary dumping ground to traffic horrific, soul destroying drugs, whenever a profit could be made,’ and what you have is the hidden mantra of those so-called Black people, who marketed crack cocaine, murder, and the destruction of family and neighborhoods of their own people during the rise of Gangsta Rap in the 1980s, until this very day.

Which, by the way is the reason I am thankful the Academy of Motion Pictures did NOT nominate Straight Out of Compton for an Oscar – Niggas With Attitude have already received their reward – another $160.000,000 for their efforts.

But for every so-called Black person who wants to blame White people or White privilege for the current state of affairs within Black communities across this country, perhaps it is because you failed to see the huge historical plank sticking out of your own eyes, blinding you from the truth of our own self-destructive past.

For this Black History Month, I recommend that every so-called Black person in America read the entire majority decision by Chief Justice Roger B. Taney in the Dred Scott Supreme court findings. Once you have done this, then simply imagine what possible actions Negroes, Blacks, Mulattoes, High Yellow Negroes, and Colored people should have taken in the 1960s that would have thwarted every single word, dot, and dash of his findings?

I will tell you. Were it not for Black and Negro slaves, the United States of America would NOT have achieved its illustrious status, as the most powerful and prosperous country on the face of this earth. The Industrial Revolution would have never happened, because more than two thirds of all the products sold abroad would have never been grown/manufactured. There wouldn’t be a railroad system, or steel mills if it wasn’t for Black and Negro slaves before and after the Emancipation Proclaimation.

After the Emancipation Proclamation, we could have demanded repatriation to the lands we were stolen from, (and they would have gladly paid our fare) but instead chose to remain amongst a people who despised and hated us merely because we existed on a land they claimed was their own. With every step we took, they tried to destroy us. With every breath we took they tried to strangle the very life from our beings, but we survived and made them look upon their own madness – made progress, until we finally succumbed in an act of social and culture suicide under the false ideology of Blackness, which is merely the sympathetic embracement of the White racist Anglo-Saxon doctrine.

Separate Black History museums…really? We should have demanded our slice of American history appear in the American Museums of History across this country. Black History month? What, are we only 1/12 citizens of these United States of America?

“Hell, we’re fighting Chief Justice Taney.”

In essence, we have lived down to the lowest expectations of men like Chief Justice Roger B. Taney, making choices that would have made him exclaim, "See, I told you so!" And once you go down that road to perdition, there is only one way back. There can be no greater Americans than those whose labor played an integral role in the Culture and rich history of this country. We are the quintessential Americans. Not Black Americans, or African Americans, Mulattoes, or a people of color – we are Americans, equal in every manor to every other American in the only place that should really matter, according to the 14^th Amendment to our Constitution. And we should defend Her (our Constitution) with our very lives, because we forced a nation that despised us, to include us.

We should all take a moment to contemplate MarShawn M. McCarrel II’ suicide, and the newest incarnation of frustration and anger called Black Lives Matter, because 50-years ago, Negroes, Blacks, Mulattoes, Colored people, and High Yellow Negroes committed the same violent act of desperation out of frustration and anger, turning our backs on the only identity that would have actually continued a rich history of working together with people of many races, ethnicities, colors, and creeds. Americans – whose individual and collective lives should matter to us ALL, because that’s what we are, by definition!

Dare to embrace your rightful place as an individualized piece of the whole, striving for personal excellence in everything you do, while working with other Americans who care enough about our shared interests to assist and inspire the rebuilding of  shattered dreams. Dare to become an Abolitionist in your heart against the false ideology of Black/Nigga Culture.

We are NOT a Black people, we are Human Beings, and We are Americans.

By Herman Williams III

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