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Anonymous - August 12, 2008 11:35 AM:
I simply remember getting in trouble for everything.
The Mexicans in my class would speak in Spanish and our teachers would cater to them. I’d complain and only get yelled at for complaining. One other time in school, I told a Mexican that I couldn’t understand him and got in trouble for that, too. Weird, I know.
My math teacher decided to teach her math class in Spanish. We complained to the school administration about it, they did nothing. In the end, I failed and had to retake the class.
The school had a Mexican Students' Union, a Spanish Honor Society, the list goes on. I wanted to start a White Students' Union and had to change it up to be a European Students' Union. But as it was "primarily White" that was not ok, either. I again amended it, this time to be a Slavic Students' Union (I’m Russian, Polish and German). It was ridiculous. The place? Valencia High School in Valencia, California…"
Butkus - September 30, 2008 6:58 AM:
I grew up in Lacey, Washington. It was a little town (not anymore, it has since been overrun like the rest of them, I’ve checked) and white enough that nobody knew about racialism because they didn't really have to. We were all liberals, because our parents told us we were and we just assumed they checked their facts.
I went to a little public school that was non-oppressive for the most part. We could wear hats in school, whatever color shirts we wanted and it was an open campus. I was 16 at this time.
Then, in the middle of my Junior year, my family relocated and I found myself in San Marcos high school in San Diego. None of my credits matched up, so I started my time in that hell-hole without a lot of my credits. I was basically starting over because the class names were different in California and they didn't care that I had already taken them someplace else.
I remember my first day was after winter break. My mom drove me to the school and the first thing I noticed was it looked like a prison - huge, white brick buildings with security booths and a huge fence all the way around it. As soon as I set foot on campus, I got nothing short of jumped by the security people who screamed at me to take off my hat, because gang members wear hats. After that, they took my red jacket. Because gang members wore red. They made a threat to take me to the office for causing gang related problems but settled for calling me a punk and humiliating me in front of the growing crowd of Mexican onlookers. My liberal mother watched from the car and did nothing, such is the nature of her kind. Probably not wanting to "shake things up further" or "hurt anyone’s feelings". After the security people had their fun, they handed me to a Mexican office aid (a student) who worked in the school's office for an elective credit. Her job was to show me where my classes were since I had never set foot on the campus before. She was not too happy about this, and quickly made her way to the first classroom, groaning about having to babysit lost white boys all day. I had to jog to catch up, which sparked riotous laughter from the hoards of Mexicans we passed in the hall. Finally, we came to the door of the first classroom, where a group of Mexicans confronted me and decided they needed "paper for learning and shit." So, in the true spirit of multiculturalism my notebook became their notebook, and hopefully we all became wiser. I was only shown one of my six classes since the office aid was planning to abandon her post and skip school to smoke with her boyfriend.
I eventually figured out my way around and did okay academically, getting straight As and Bs as I have been known to do in Washington. There were many more distractions there in San Diego. The Mexicans were loud in class, and it seemed they were always screaming at the teachers and cackling, rolling around, and grabbing their balls at their humor. It might have been funny, I don't know, I don't speak Spanish. Of course the teachers did nothing, they wouldn't want to be considered “racist” after all. This behavior was displayed by the Blacks and Mexicans day in and day out. I thought nothing of it because I was firmly under the Marxist spell. “Why shouldn't they do whatever they want?” I probably thought to myself...”their people had been so oppressed by me”…this lack of pride, courage, decisiveness, and bearing continued on my part for the next half of the school year.
Often, I hurried from class to class, never looking up. I learned that looking forward while you walk is all the reason the Mexicans need to harass you. "hey what you lookin at white puto" or "you see something holms, that’s right look back down bitch". All of these poets spoke with pride and vigor, something my parents gave me none of. Naturally all of this was accompanied by what I would describe as their 'forum' laughing and jumping up and down holding their balls and covering their mouths hooting.
On several occasions, I saw with my own eyes the non-consensual touching and harassment of young Aryan girls by the Mexicans or the Blacks. I also saw with my own eyes these events being reported to teachers with not so much as a concerned facial expression in return. The teachers stood by idly and did nothing. I heard them say "it's just their culture" or "what do you WANT me to do about it?". These are quotes. The young Aryan girls were obviously distressed, but took it all the same way. “This is just how it is,” they must have thought. None of the Mexicans received punishment, so obviously they assumed nothing was wrong with such behavior. These events were the sparks that lit my proverbial fuse, if you will. It was around this time that I began to notice the inalienable differences between the function and morality of the races, and the anti-white biases that exists only in liberal society. I started to pay attention to who was responsible for the perpetuation of these biases.
In the face of this I became increasingly more belligerent every day. The point of no return happened like this; 6th period psychology class. I sat next to a foreign exchange student from India (not my choice). His hobbies included acting black, rapping, basketball, and talking about killing and raping my parents. This was funny to him, but not so much to me. He would talk about it all day, all period, in a joking manner and the teacher seemed not to care. In this sort of situation, he could call me whatever he wanted and get away with it. I, on the other hand, being white, was in an awkward situation where I could not retort back. On this day, however, I had finished taking it, and proceeded to cut into him so badly for so long about everything that I could think of. He eventually began to cry. It was a two hour class that day, and he cried the whole time. I felt a little bad but Scott, then a friend of mine, and the two punks in the back of me squealed and roared with laughter. I considered this a great success.
After class he fled from the room much to the joy of my fans. But as I walked to the parking lot, I was in for a surprise. Standing there waiting for me was a red-faced exchange student and no less than twenty Samoans. I couldn't tell if they were male or female, I don't think anybody can they all look like large men. Tears were in the exchange student’s eyes, but now he was acting big and tough. He had his twenty Samoans.
Scott had followed me out, but now as I turned around to look back at him, he was gone. So ended my friendship with the one called Scott. I turned around in time to see the exchange student charging me. He swung and missed, and I was able to take him. He finally fell to the ground. I stood awaiting the hail of Samoan fists I felt that I had earned but none came. The Samoans simply hooted and jumped around in their normal fashion calling the exchange student a "sucka" and split. Such loyalty.
The exchange student avoided me from then on. Word spread about the fight and the brutality of it, as things often go in high school. People suddenly knew me. On the other hand, I quickly became the instant target of every cholo or gangster in the school who thought they were tough beans, and that was all of them. I was jumped several times. Needless to say it was a rough life until that fateful meeting. It happened at the local Carls Junior after a gang-related beat down. A youthful man walked up to me and introduced himself as Tim. With him, as always, was Chris, his trusted sidekick. The only way to describe their relationship is that if Tim had been Jabba the Hut; Chris would have been the laughing rat sitting next to him. It reminded me of my laughing rat-sidekick Scott. But Scott had betrayed me, and I wanted nothing to do with him. I was 17 at this point, and Tim was 18. He “adopted” me into the group on the spot and thus I began my discovery of the lives of Tim and Chris, San Diego skinheads. I soon met many others. It worked out pretty well - they refined and gave depth to what I had already discovered for myself and I had places to go and real friends. Most importantly, I discovered that our group was made up of individuals who had the same experiences that I did, and talking to people is free. I wasn’t screwed with at school anymore. I got a lot of hard looks and posturing from the brown people but nobody tried to mess with me anymore, I had become immune because they know I had pals to back me up. Through this, I discovered that Mexicans are only comfortable attacking people when there is only one target. In addition, for a confident strike it has to be at least ten to one before they move in. With two or three or even four people with you at school of proven abilities none of the mud will even look at you.
It was very refreshing to feel safe. Things carried on this way for the rest of that year and we graduated. However, I later found out Chris and Tim had been abusing drugs. Soon they lost sight of what we were about. It became about drugs and how to get them and when to take them and the best price and they got in a lot of trouble. There was a lot of coke, a lot of weed, a lot of booze, and I lost my respect for them. I vowed to never touch the stuff.
Once I discovered what was going on, Tim and Chris looked to me to fix their situation. I knew it was something they had to look inside themselves to accomplish. But it was all a game to them! They wanted out but did not push themselves to do it.
I have seen many good people in San Diego fall lost to drugs. In fact, it was nearly everybody I knew but me. Myself and four others skinheads who stayed true to our ideals joined the Marines for the best training in the world and some life experience. We proceeded to get that and more. I was injured and discharged. I have since been north of San Francisco watching, waiting, and preparing for my time to shine again.
Too many people have the Lacey, Washington world-view, and it does not accurately reflect what is going on, nor does it leave us prepared for the future.
We must secure the existence of our people and a future for White children! Everything else is wasted energy. We must teach the youth to live strong and set an example by our actions before it is too late. Never stop standing up for yourself and our people. Always do the right thing.
Colleen - September 31, 2008 5:23 PM:
I have several stories.
The first changed my whole high school experience, and ruined it from the get-go.
I was hanging out with the "popular crowd", with kids of all different colors and things were going pretty well. My friend set me up on a blind date with her friend, let’s call him Will. Well, it was supposed to be a double date. “Cool lets go,” I said. Well at the last minute, my friend backed out of the double date, but said that Will would pick me up at my house. Not knowing who the kid was, but trusting my friend, I gave her directions to give to Will. A guy shows up at my door who I immediately recognized from school. I thought we could get coffee and hang out. My assumptions were mistaken. He instead drives me to his house, forces me up the stairs by gun point, with his parents there mind you, and tries to rape me. This is my freshman year the day before my 16th birthday. He and I got into a physical brawl and I got away with my life, thankfully! Still, I couldn’t believe what had happened! I finally got home after running 10 miles in the dark. I was sooo scared. I went to my room and locked myself in.
The next day at school was horrifying! I couldn’t eat, focus or anything! My teachers kicked me out of class because i couldn’t focus. I was sent to the guidance counselor and told her what was going on...and she said that Will would never do anything like that he’s a good kid da da da da da. The school talked with Will and believed every lie out of the little bastard’s mouth! I was AWESTRUCK! He told my counselor that I was targeting him because he was Asian. At this time, I had nothing against mixing with other races, so this obviously wasn’t true. Still, they took his side over mine...because Will had pulled the race card...and I was WHITE!
My future at this school was now null and I was scared, so I stopped going there. I finally got the courage to tell my mother about everything. She promptly removed me from that school (Murrieta Valley, California). Six months later, I became a home schooled student.
Murrieta in general is a town of lo- life’s! Black gangs out in South Central, Hispanics crowding in and leeching off the social welfare system! The Asians are everywhere.
Here's another story. My little brother was at school (Warm Springs Middle School) and in seventh grade when he was held at knife point by a spick, and when he went to defend himself with his only defense, his skateboard, it was taken away from him. Confiscated. But the spick with the knife was allowed to go about his merry way!
Later, at Chino Hills High, this black kid repeatedly hurt my little brother, smashing his head into walls and all kinds of things. Justin was his name. He told my little brother that he was going to kill him by throwing him off the balcony at school, but my brother got in trouble for calling Lee a nigger. Are you kidding me?! The educational system here is seriously effed up!
Not one person did anything to help me or my brother, in both cases, because we were “just” white kids...
-Colleen, age 20
Carolann - October 5, 2008 9:20 PM:
When I was in high school, we had mainly Mexicans throughout the school, a pretty large number considering how few their numbers were in my area...at the time.
We also had a black "pimp" in our high school, who actually pimped out the Mexican girls in the school, and whatever White ones he could get his hands on. One day he tried to sweet talk me and I went off on him, well he didn't like that too much and things got physical, I couldn't call it a fight exactly, but I got in a couple of licks. This same guy brought an unloaded gun to school once to scare someone and pulled it out on them, and he was suspended for this...yes, only suspended. Can you believe that? Our school claimed to have a "zero tolerance" policy, but as soon as they had their standard black stereotype all was forgotten. By the way, his name (or nickname, rather) was "Classic".
-Carolann, 25
SARAH - October 7, 2008 4:52 PM:
When I was in high school, I transferred to a new school as a Senior. I was in Honors English and one of the only white faces in the class. We had a write a paper about a "hot topic" or something that could be inflammatory. I did mine on hate crimes and how they cater to certain races. Needless to say, the teacher made me get up and read mine in front of the whole black class. I’m not sure what the teacher was expecting to happen to me for writing such a paper, but when I read it, a lot of the class was mad and interruptive. It was the perfect example of how one-sided it all is – that they use their freedom of speech to argue about Mumia, racial profiling or “racism” during Katrina, then they want to stop you if what you say goes against their victim mindset. It was also one of the first moments where I realized how intimidating and undesirable it was to be to the minority. No one in the class ever said anything to my face afterwards though.
Sarah, 25
Anonymous - October 9, 2008 3:56 PM:
I’m 33 years old. I live in California and can't walk outside without getting harassed by dirt. It makes me sick. I have to be the “white bitch” and tell these monkeys to leave me alone. Always. Why do they think I find it attractive when they stare me down? What gives them the right to act so crudely? It blows my mind that any respectable white women would ever want anything to do with them.
I do realize that all these white girls screw it up for me though… because it's a shocker when you see more than 2 whites together without a mud. The mixing is way out of control and there's no way to tell what the hell these people are, you name it, they’re all flocking to the whites and killing the white race – sometimes literally.
There is soo much filth and crime and in a way I'm only waiting for something to come my way. Hope not, but that’s life here.
I tried to get help financially when I was pregnant and my husband temporarily lost his job BECAUSE AFFIRMATIVE ACTION SAID HE SHOULD BE REPLACED BY SOME MEXICAN. Guess what? I couldn't get help because all the pregnant immigrants, illegal and non, are first in line. Here, I am the REAL minority and I would like to know where my free housing, money and rights are! This place is hell.
To be gay and/or a mud is so “in” this state and they want to make more people like that. The kindergarteners come out of class excited that they just made a Mexican flag in school...umm, whose nation am I living in again? It's insane!!!
Liz October 9, 2008 4:19 PM
I grew up in L.A. and there weren’t very many white students there. It was primarily Hispanic and they bussed in blacks from various different districts. We had metal detectors and a lot of racial tensions. The White students that weren’t “racially aware” were usually loners or people who ran with the Mexicans. It certainly wasn’t cool to be white.
The gang activity was insane. Teenage pregnancy was normal. In fact, most of the girls I went to school with had kids very young, while most of the guys are dead or in prison for life. As for me, I moved to the desert when my kids became school age because they were going to put them in classes that spoke Spanish for one half of the year and English for the other. I was appalled. I couldn’t believe that their education was going to be compromised because we are infested with illegal aliens and immigrants who can’t speak a word of English.
I must say that the problem isn’t much better here in the desert. The majority of my children’s classmates are Hispanic, overcrowding is still a major problem and racial tensions are very high. My son was suspended for saying the 14 words at his school…I’m sure the school had no problem with the Mexicans who wave their flags on the premises. I taught my children to be proud of who they are and I see nothing wrong with that.
Liz, 30
Valkyrie - October 13, 2008 5:49 AM:
The Mexican Cholos/Cholas were NOTORIOUS for starting racial melees and making it something which would include THE WHOLE SCHOOL if need be...then, everyone except the Mexicans would be hauled into the office, had their parents called, the whole 9 – everyone except the Mexicans, the ones who would always start it, participate in it, and call in Mexicans from other schools, too. They were always exempt. I'd look down the line of kids sitting in the office waiting to be seen by "the principal" and all the kids that were in the office were (surprise) white.
My favorite part about school though was that we couldn't be proud of our race and they promoted ANYTHING and EVERYTHING having to do with Black History, Hispanic History, Native American History...and when that wasn’t enough, there was always Asian History. It never ended. Any talk of the Civil War or WWII was done with extreme bias – in other words, Whites were left alone to defend those who actually fought in their defense while the “minorities" would gang up on whites. Tensions would rise in the classroom to the point where I just stopped attending History class altogether. First I complained, but I couldn't get anyone of authority to listen. My opinion did not matter to them. I was just “the racist” who came from a “racist” upbringing. But THEY WERE THE ONES BEING RACIST because they did not care about those who got tired of seeing whites being smeared and degraded while non-whites were put up high on a pedestal. In the classroom, they were saying things simply just to please those of color. I pointed this out to the administration, but when I did, it was similar to a kangaroo court. God forbid any white kid defend themselves in anything.
I'm 46. This shit has been going on a long, long time now. It's only gotten worse as political correctness has evolved – Affirmative Action, Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton have honed the movement of non-whites taking over to the point where we have the unbearable and sickening scenario of today. I can only wonder what things will be like a few years from now!
Joseph - October 15, 2008 8:55 AM:
I'm 37. Sometimes when I pick up my children at school, I play a game called “count the white children”. Some days there are only my own to count. Once I counted 4 others.
My son was sick last week and the recorded message from the school was in Spanish, not English and Spanish, ONLY Spanish. Sometimes letters and memos will be in Spanish. Of course, that I say anything about this makes me the “white asshole”. But hey, I think it’s disrespectful, lazy and rude to double park and park in handicapped spaces when there are open spaces all around within 100 ft. too…
I should not have to ask a person on a job site "Do you speak bloody English" before I try to communicate. The thing is they expect special treatment, they don’t just take it, they expect it.
Cuchulain October 19, 2008 4:30 PM
We moved around a lot since my dad was a construction manager, so I saw more than my share of public education in this state. The sad fact is that "multiculturalism" just meant we lost our own. Want to go to a school dance? Only if you like jungle music. Sports? You were stuck on the swim team unless you want to have to deal with non-white shenanigans. Meanwhile, all the money and teachers' time was spent on teaching illegal Mexicans to speak English and hopelessly trying to teach blacks to read above a fifth grade level. Now you aren't even safe trying to teach your own kids a proper education in your own home without the government trying to interfere. It's a bullshit system and when the day comes I won't put my own kids through it.
-Joseph, San Diego
Rose - October 19, 2008 5:02 PM:
I am a 40 year-old single mother raising a 17 year-old son. I live in my own house in Northern California. I am looking to sell it and move. The prices here are too high and the people, for the most part, suck. I am talking about the people here in Oroville, not all the people in California in general.
My experiences outside of my race have really been limited to shitty experiences. My worst experience with "multiculturalism", by far, was with my daughter dating a damn spic. His family was totally messed up, but worst of all, he got my daughter pregnant and tried to steal my daughter Jennifers' daughter away from us. This guy, the baby's so-called father, is a damn drunk. I have seen him drinking, and been around him when he has smelled like booze.
Other than that, a nigger robbed my house not too long ago and stole my son's X-box. As a result, I had to take out a loan to get him a new one. That is how they act in Oroville, California. Unfortunately, you can't trust half the white people in this town either, so it's a toss up. I think it's the water here. I am in college now as of a month ago and looking to leave the area when I'm done. Until then, I just stick to myself and stay away from the freaks.
Anonymous - October 20, 2008 6:47 PM:
Here in California? It's the same as everywhere in the USA. We try to make a living to support our families and they tax us to support Mexican scum that can't afford all their kids. My company loses jobs because other companys use illegals and can under bid us because they cut expenses with lower wages. They say Mexicans only do jobs no one wants, bullshite.
Ron - October 23, 2008 7:16 PM:
I was not born in California, but I have lived here since I was five years old.
My childhood memories take me back to a park where one could rent small motorized boats and have an hour of peace on the lake. The ice cream cones, old people feeding the pigeons. Most people were friendly, even the black ones. Today, all of this has dissolved into gangs, drugs, and violence in the same parks.
Back then, the street cars would take a person anywhere from the valley, Santa Monica, to Long Beach. The stops were in the middle of the street, and the noisy old street cars would clank along, picking up passengers. The old trolley buses, and the crackling of electricity on the wires above were also a part of the transit system of Los Angeles. Go to Frisco, they are still there.
On the other hand, when I was a kid there used to be tunnels used for pedestrians to walk under the boulevards rather than across them. They stunk of stale urine, poorly lit, and usually at least one drunk hanging around. Even then, Mexicans were turning the place into an open sewer. My father detested them, instructing me how to tell the difference between Mexicans and Indians.
Some Mexican tried to stick my sister with a needle in a movie theater. Probably, dope, trying to get her hooked on the narcotic by forcibly injecting them with it.
However, walking down Hollywood Boulevard was a lot of fun. A lot of people, and activity. Not the hookers, punks, and whatever I am told there is today.
I never liked downtown L.A. as it was very rundown, and my parents moved away from the downtown area years ago to the beach area. What a dramatic change.
Anonymous - October 25, 2008 12:35 AM:
As a child I went to Martin Luther King Jr. grade school for first grade. I was chased to and from school by three black children who were in my class. One of them was at least five times as big as me, he said that he had failed a few times. I gave some effort to fight him back but avoidance was my best measure with him. Another one seemed to be almost retarded by the way his eyes looked (but he seemed healthy otherwise). This one never tried to fight me alone and I wasn't the kind to start a fight... so I never really fought him (their gang was never able to catch me so as to jump me anyway, so I didn't really have any revenge issues with him, chasing me didn't really hurt me). However, the third one was the same size as me and in good health and he did try to punk me out when he was alone. So, I had my first real fight with that one. The teacher had to pull us apart and he was the one crying in the end, though I think we were about even on the MMA score board.
Throughout my K-12 I have been surrounded by blacks a few times. One time in junior high several of them decided to push me around and punch me... I actually fought them back. They were so excited that I was fighting them back they had a new level of respect for me (all of the other white's wouldn't fight back).
However, in my freshman year I got onto the football team and got my revenge on those blacks on the field. One black in particular was a very tall fellow who was significantly bigger than me in junior high. He decided to try out on our team. After giving him all the gear my coach looked at me with a smirk and asked me to teach him how to tackle. haha (I was easily the number one defensive player, I could even hurt and destroy our first string offense in practice) I think it was an act of the gods because there is no way the coach knew about the history of me and this black... but my coach obviously knew I would hurt him. lol, and that I did. I ran him over so bad (twice; once with him having the ball and once with me having the ball), and in front of everyone... lol anyway, from pain and shame he never did stay on the team.
The biggest black on our team would have fun punking everyone out... One day he was crazy enough to hit me in the head (while I was wearing a helmet) with his helmet that he was not wearing. My automatic a.. kicking reflex turned on and I ended up punching him right in the neck. And that was the end of our fight. lol He wore something around his neck the next few days to hide my knuckle marks.
By this time most of the blacks and mexicans claimed allegiance with me if I ever needed their help (I never asked them for there allegiance though). I really did want to learn but the classes that I was actually interested in like algebra were over crowed and the blacks would simply not shut up and let the class progress.
I ended up intentionally going to a different district (claiming residence through my grand parents address) with less blacks and mexicans. O, my god it was paradise compared to what I had experienced. (1) blacks and mexicans were never crazy enough to start anything at all with anyone... (2) we could actually learn something in class (3) I had never seen so many beautiful Aryan women in my life (I would say 50% of the girls were quite attractive... but compared to my previous school which only had three attractive girls in the entire school, all three were eventually hoed out to blacks).
Mentally/socially I was not really prepared to be around my own kin... I had been use to being around people that hated me... and certainly never use to being around so many beautiful women. None the less I was able to excel in school with a 3.5 GPA those two years, and graduate... and head directly into college.
While in college I had many problems with the curriculum... which I came to realize was founded in materialism, macroevolution, social communism, and economic capitalism... all of which I completely despise. Why they felt I needed any of that BS in an ENGINEERING degree is beyond my comprehension. I simply dropped out of college because I was unable to entertain that sophistry. I did use Federal grants to go to school for one year... the other years I payed for myself. However, last time I sought to apply for Federal Aid the Aid Office head councilor was belligerent with me (I mean literally yelling at me; "WHAT DO YOU WANT!"... I could tell that she was a jew and she obviously did not want me getting financial Aid (even though I qualified for it).
Anyway... I was effected by the propaganda saying that blacks could intellectually do anything that we could do. I had even hoped for some time to see one day a black that could show me how smart he was. I worked at a power plant and the day I heard they hired a black person to fulfill the engineering position I was excited thinking "here is my chance to be shown a smart black person and work with him"... I was sadly disappointed. I have never honestly met a smart black person. By smart, I mean, someone that makes me think, someone that can be innovative, and create a new useful invention or discover something in physics or mathematics or... or anything useful for goodness sake.
The best intellects the blacks have are those blacks with our blood running through their veins (mix race). All the other full blooded blacks that are successful usually have a team of jews making all of their material.... such as Martin Luther King had.
Having personally known many blacks throughout my life, and even being close friends with them... I am absolutely convinced that they are not intellectually equal to us. It makes no sense at all to be educated with them... they only slow us down.
In fact it makes no sense at all to live anywhere near them.
Anyway, regarding the mexicans... they are pretty much taking over california. The street that I was living on, within a few years time seemed like I was living in mexico... as I could hear their music playing often... and every house around me was being bought up by the mexicans (with several families to a house btw). The whole housing market collapse I hear is because the banks had been giving these aliens loans to buy houses... and they aren't paying up.
I also found it hard to find part time employment.... it seemed some of the places I was asking to be hired would not hire me even though they liked me (I mean literally I was friends with many of the employees)... but I kept noticing they were hiring more and more mexicans and who could hardly speak English at that.
I left CA last year... thank God.
Anonymous - October 26, 2008 8:20 AM:
I was at a drug store and some guy came towards me, yelling in Spanish. The only thing I understood was 'do you speak Spanish'? …and that's because in high school, we were forced to take Spanish. I did not answer him, because you don't yell at people and assume that everyone caters to you and your language. As I walked away, he finally spoke in English and shouted EXCUSE ME! I didn’t bother to turn around.
When I was a kid, my family would always go to the county fairs and festivals. I was probably 6 along with my cousins, who were 6 and younger. Once there was a huge gang fight. I remember my mom yelling “we have to get the kids out of here!!” There were like 100 people wearing red and blue, walking towards each other and we were stuck in the middle. We were lucky to escape through two of the stands.
Growing up it seemed like we were constantly moving to get 'away'. The town that was once peaceful always seemed to end up run down with gangs, violence, drugs, graffiti, lower quality of life. It's gotten worse, and I’m considering leaving the state, again.
Anonymous - November 20, 2008 7:54 PM:
It may be surprising to some, but there are still quite a few areas in California that haven't been taken over.
As someone from California who grew up in a county that was, and still is close to 90% white, I don't have any horror stories to tell about problems in school due to racial tensions. Even the school I went to in a neighboring county during some of my elementary school years was mostly white. There were a handful of Mexican students but they didn't act like gang bangers. A friend of mine told me the story of when the black family moved to town. I hear it was a big issue, lol. From k-8th grade, I don't think I ever saw more than 4 black students. In high school, I remember one black student and I really don't remember if there was any others. This is at a school of 2600+ students. We did learn about Martin Luther King practically every year but I never was given the impression that I should feel guilty about the plight of blacks just because I'm white.
Currently, I live in a small town that is majority white in the surrounding areas but I don't have to drive far to reach an area that has problems with the Mexican gangs. Even though I'm near the edge of a problem California area, I still haven't had the full blown bad experience so many other Californians have been unfortunate to have.
Lisa from California
Anonymous - November 29, 2008 8:16 PM:
I wasn't born in California, but I grew up there. I went to school there and experienced the ridicule of the Mexicans first hand. I have a great dislike of Mexicans and all their filthy family members they bring over from the south. I went to a rather poor school in Southern California, dominated by Mexican kids who couldn't speak English. A year after I started there, they made bi-lingual education illegal, thank God.
All the kids smelled weird, mostly of bleach or something. One kid had a bowel disorder and always managed to crap himself while in class. Things didn't improve until I went into junior high, where the numbers of white to black to Mexican evened out a little.
When I got older, I despised the gardeners for the way they always looked at me. They are all nasty perverts in my opinion. I didn't have to do anything to provoke their leering stare. I could be driving by in my car and they stop what they are doing to stare. I could go on for pages and pages about Mexicans, but I'll pass. In a nutshell, California would do much better if they could control the cockroaches sneaking through the holes in the fence!
Don Robison - November 30, 2008 5:20 PM:
O man Latinos are horrible. I had to live above some while living in San Jose. It was like living above a bar. They would play loud music around the clock. They would drink all night. I had to go to school and study while listening to that horrible throbbing sound. When I pounded on the floor one day at midnight, they started pounding back. After a short time they started yelling and throwing beer bottles. It was so ironic. They had been subjecting the whole neighborhood to their horrible music for weeks on end, and now they are going ape cause I knock on my floor! I went out side to confront the horde, but one just spit "in America" in broken English, and ran off.
Living in a multicultural area is a nightmare for education in general too. I know people who graduated from high school and were illiterate. Spanish speaking kids were dumped into my classes at all grades. I couldn’t even do simple algebra until I was 20. I took a crash course, in everything I should have learned in high school, and have gone on and been accepted to the University of California.
In the university I took an English class that was run by a Latino fascist. I had to stay after class three times. I was insulted in front of my classmates. I was just trying to defend white people, who she blamed everything on. I couldn’t just sit there and listen to her incriminate me my parent and grandparents of things we never even participated in. I know my family history; we never did anything she mentioned. I had the right to defend myself, even though she tried to mute me at every turn. Every class I have taken at the university level that is a “study of _____” class whether it is blacks, latinos, women, even history has been an indictment on the crimes of white males. Multiculturalism, a thing that I have for my whole life been told is the greatest accomplishment of humanity, has always caused me great suffering.
Anonymous - December 2, 2008 8:25 PM:
The examples are endless. My latest encounter was with an incompetent Hispanic Mechanic at Sears. He could not even fix my tire and instead ruined it. The Hispanic Manager tried to cover for him. Try to avoid large companies where they hire large numbers of invaders.
Anonymous - December 2, 2008 11:07 PM:
After living quite happily in Oregon all of my life, and briefly in Canada, my parents moved us to Mexifornia. I went from an over 80% white town to a 30% white town (in the SF bay area).
At school, those idiots were always yelling and disrupting everything, these little wanna-be gangster types...they especially enjoyed saying cruel things about white people in Spanish (unaware that I can speak it quite well).
George - December 8, 2008 9:28 PM:
The following events took place in the mid-sixties, all occurred withing a 10 month period, and all within walking distance of my house, at 23rd and MacArthur Steets.
John was a seventy-year-old white businessman and owned the neighborhood hardware store. His customers often wondered how he was able to stay in business, for the store was poorly located and his customers, few.
One summer morning, a large, middle-aged, Afro-American male (AAM) entered the store. AAM dragged John from the cash register counter into one of the store's back rooms and tied John to a chair using an electrical cord. AAM then emptied the cash register. AAM then selected a Stanley curved claw hammer from the store's inventory and returned to the room in which John was still tied. AAM used the hammer to murder John. John's skull was struck numerous times and with sufficient force to completely fragment his skull, scattering his brain tissue throughout the room.
Almost directly across the street from John's hardware store stood a small liquor store owned by an Hungarian immigrant. Late one night, approximately 3 months after John's murder, 2 Afro-American males (AAM's) entered the store, both armed. They demanded cash. The 65-year-old owner handed over the money. One of the two AAM's shot him anyway...in front of his wife. The wife began screaming and dropped to her knees to cradle her husband's head in her lap. One of the two AAM's grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from her husband. The other AAM then emptied his entire clip into the now-dead liquor store owner.
6 MONTHS LATER: There stood two blocks from my house a neighborhood grocery store owned by a Chinese immigrant. He was married with 4 small children, not one of them yet old enough to enter school. His wife and kids were always standing next to him at the cash register. I never understood why.
One morning 5 Afro-American teenagers entered the store. And there stood the store owner at his cash register. And there stood his wife and 4 kids at his side. Without speaking a word one of the teens pulled a gun and blew the store owner's brains out in front of the entire family.
No need to go on any further with this. I spent 42 years in Oakland, and the above incidents are but a small sampling of what that type of an environment has to offer.
Have a nice day.
- George Norton, 64
Janet R. - December 9, 2008 4:08 PM:
Shopping at Safeway in the Mission District of San Francisco was like having to shop in Tijuana. If there was even the SMALLEST ERROR in the checkout line, someone would have to call for AN INTERPRETER who spoke English because the checkers couldn't understand English, ONLY SPANISH.
Waiting for a taxi was usually awful. I was regularly approached by Senoras selling Tamales. Worse though was the numerous NASTY AGGRESSIVE panhandlers or little old ladies asking me questions in Espanol. I just wanted to be left alone. The taxi would only come after an insanely long wait, and usually it would be an ARAB taxi driver who would almost always ask me for a DATE. I also had regular run-ins with some Mexican and Arab cab drivers in San Diego and it was the same circus. >:(
Ergg!
If I ever had to go through Oakland and make a bank transfer, I was almost always in fear of my life because Oakland is a BART (Black Area). See "hyphy", "thizz", "Yay Area" for more on Oaktown Negro life.
I moved out of Cali over a year ago. Maybe all the people who ruin it are dead...only then would it be tolerable again.
- Janet, 44
Jeff - February 19, 2009 10:41 PM:
Yes, in California, things are hard to swallow sometimes.
I went to mixed schools and had problems, I can give you details later, but the point is they were there and I'm sure they still are. That was a while ago. Now, the Mexicans are just taking over completely.
My 4 year-old daughter goes to a pre-school where she is the only white child.
Jeff, 36
Derek - May 09, 2011 2:26 PM:
In 2006, I was a sophomore in high school at Sobrato High School. I brought an American flag patch to school on May 5th. I was later called to the office and they had asked me to remove my flag. I told them "no," and asked why the Mexicans could wear their Mexican flags and support the colors of their native country when I couldn't wear mine in my own country. By the way, there were probably 10-15 American flags behind the principal's desk that she already had already taken away from other students.
Then she told me that if I didn't remove the flag I would be suspended. I told them go ahead, this is America and you not letting me exercise my First Amendment! They told me I was being disrespectful to the Mexican population at school for doing so, but I told the principal they were disrespecting America by waving their Mexican flags in America. You don't see Americans waving their flags in Mexico, because it's Mexico. You dont the Irish waving their flag in Japan. So why is it ok that the Mexicans can do so here? My mom was pissed off when she showed up at the school to pick me up. She said "if my son cannot represent his country in America then you better take down that American flag waving in front of the school." The school was lucky at the time because my mom worked for the newspaper and was going to do a story about it. If it was not for me telling her don't worry about it. I'm sure the school would have got some negative attention that they probably did not want.
Derek, 21
