01-28-2004, 05:38 PM
I read something like that in a book about the White Brotherhood. The book I read was written by a Nazi Officer who thought himself some great social scientist. The Unification of the Aryan folks is a subject of great debate.
And I absolutely LOVE it when people can't figure out what race I am and make them selves look stupid. I am a mix actually. Lakota and Yakima tribes, a dash of Sicilian, and a touch of Cuban. And it seems there might be a touch of Bulgarian Gypsy in there some place. I am very very dark olive skinned. If I grease my hair back, I can look like a Mexican. If I let my hair fall around my shoulders and look rather wild, I can be mistaken for a Native American. If I dress a certain way and comb my hair right, I can easily be mistaken for a Middle Eastern Terrorist type, a fact which I find rather funny. If I dress up right, comb my hair right, and talk "with my hands" then I can easily pass for a very swarthy Italian.
There was one occasion where a very frustrated white supremacist actually asked me what the hell I was cause he couldn't figure me out, a memory which I will cherish till my dying day.
If more people would mix, situations like that one would be more common, and, people's natural fear of looking like an idiot might take over and folks might keep their mouth shut.
And I absolutely LOVE it when people can't figure out what race I am and make them selves look stupid. I am a mix actually. Lakota and Yakima tribes, a dash of Sicilian, and a touch of Cuban. And it seems there might be a touch of Bulgarian Gypsy in there some place. I am very very dark olive skinned. If I grease my hair back, I can look like a Mexican. If I let my hair fall around my shoulders and look rather wild, I can be mistaken for a Native American. If I dress a certain way and comb my hair right, I can easily be mistaken for a Middle Eastern Terrorist type, a fact which I find rather funny. If I dress up right, comb my hair right, and talk "with my hands" then I can easily pass for a very swarthy Italian.
There was one occasion where a very frustrated white supremacist actually asked me what the hell I was cause he couldn't figure me out, a memory which I will cherish till my dying day.
If more people would mix, situations like that one would be more common, and, people's natural fear of looking like an idiot might take over and folks might keep their mouth shut.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."