Sunday, February 18, 2018

For Whom the Bell Tolls (1943) at TCM: Hemingway, Coop, Bergman, Tamiroff, Paxinou and Wood!



By David in TN
Saturday, February 17, 2018 at 10:44:00 A.M. EST



Left to right: Bergman, Wood, Paxinou, Coop

I apologize for the belated notice. TCM is showing For Whom the Bell Tolls (1943) at 8 p.m. ET tonight [Saturday], February 17.

Coop, Vladimir Sokoloff (the old man in The Magnificent Seven!), and Bergman

If The Breaking Point with John Garfield (1950) is the best movie made on a Hemingway story from an artistic sense, For Whom the Bell Tolls was the “Biggest.” It had Gary Cooper and Ingrid Bergman in the starring roles. Akim Tamiroff and Katina Paxinou practically stepped out of the pages of the book as the leaders of the Spanish guerrilla band.

Paxinou and Tamiroff

Sam Wood's direction dragged often and Hemingway's theme of disillusionment became a sort of war adventure story typical of the time.


Anyway, I'm going to DVR it and watch a day or two later.

N.S.: I must apologize to you, my partner-in-crime, because I slept all day, and found your blog item only after the picture had aired.

I saw this picture as a wee lad of perhaps 13, and then watched it again about four years ago, with my chief of research. We both loved it.

At two hours and fifty minutes, it could have been shorter, and I fail to see how the Anarchists could be portrayed as the good guys.

However, I love Coop and Bergman, and the length gave Tamiroff and Paxinou as much screen time as lead players in typical pictures. (Tamiroff lost out to Charles Coburn, for The More the Merrier. I always loved Coburn, who was related to James, but dang, if Tamiroff didn’t have a huge role that he played to perfection.)


Robert Montgomery, Sally Starr, and Sam Wood, on the set of the early talkie, So This is College (1929). Unfortunately, most of the pictures online of Wood have either been ruined by Alamy, or belong to Getty.

Sam Wood may sometimes drag, but he has to be one of the greatest directors to never win an Oscar. He was, of course, in the best of company, with the likes of Alfred Hitchcock and Clarence Brown.

Robert Donat, then 29, and Sam Wood on the set of Goodbye, Mr. Chips (1939) incorrectly states that he was nominated for only three Oscars, but he was up for at least four: For directing Goodbye, Mr. Chips (1939), Kitty Foyle (1940), and King’s Row (1942), which lists, and for producing For Whom the Bell Tolls, which it doesn’t.

He also directed Pride of the Yankees (1942), about Lou Gehrig, which got Coop his third Best Actor nomination, and Theresa Wright her only Best Actress nomination; the Marx Brothers classics, A Night at the Opera (1935) and A Day at the Races (1937); Our Town (1940); and he was, with George Cukor, King Vidor, and Vic Fleming, one of the four directors David. O. Selznick ran through on Gone with the Wind.


A profile shot of an intense Sam Wood

Wood was also a great patriot, something twists from a badge of honor into a black mark.
Late in his life, he served as the President of the Motion Picture Alliance for the Preservation of American Ideals, a right-wing political organization whose aim was to ferret out "subversives" in Hollywood. In this capacity, he provided key testimony before the House Un-American Activities Committee in 1947, helping to fan fears of Communist influence in the U.S. film industry.
Sam Wood didn’t “fan fears”; he told the truth. The fears were wholly justified! used to be much more reliable, better-written, and user-friendly, before Jeff Bezos bought it.


Wood, during the 1940s


Saturday, February 17, 2018

Did Black Supremacist, Nation of Islam Member Bobby Portis Just Try to Murder Yet Another White NBA Player? How Long Will It be Until He Succeeds?


War crime victim Tomas Satoransky

Nation of Islam Hate criminal Bobby Portis in uniform


By Jerry PDX

Here is a video of the Portis dirty hit on whitey:


Published on Feb 10, 2018
Crazy Eyes Bobby Portis got ejected on his Birthday with a Flagrant two, as he made some contact above the head on Tomas Satoransky that led to him taking a nasty full and getting busted open.

White hate crime victim, Nikola Mirotic

By Grand Rapids Anonymous
Wednesday, February 14, 2018 at 11:00:00 A.M. EST

Portis at it again—goes after white player in midair—gets flagrant fouls, ejected.

GRA: The following is ESPN'S forgiving version of Portis’ attack on Washington Wizard whitey Tomas Satoransky’s drive to the basket.

Bobby Portis’ questionable flagrant foul 2 spoils Tomas Satoransky’s career night


White hate crime victim, Jusuf Nurkic: He went from being an injury-prone, marginal player with a questionable work ethic in Denver to a budding star in Portland since his February 2017 trade. His attacker, overpaid crybaby Carmelo Anthony of the Oklahoma City Thunder, couldn’t tolerate that happening.

By Nick Friedell
ESPN Staff Writer

CHICAGO -- Washington Wizards guard Tomas Satoransky scored a career-high 25 points in Saturday's 101-90 win over Chicago but saw his night end early following a questionable flagrant foul 2 by Bulls forward Bobby Portis.

The play in question occurred with 2:35 left in regulation and the Wizards leading by 10. Satoransky went up to try to finish at the rim as Portis came over to try to block his shot. There was a collision in midair as Satoransky fell hard on the floor as blood trickled from the side of his head. He laid on the ground for several moments as trainers came over to check on him before heading to the locker room.

On replays, it appeared that Portis went for the ball, but after video review, Portis was assessed a flagrant foul 2 and ejected from the game.

“Everybody knows the rule,” Wizards coach Scott Brooks said. “It's a dangerous play. I'm sure if he had to do it all over again, he probably would have taken it back. It's a competitive moment. He was trying to prevent the dunk. But it’s one of those things, unfortunately it happened, but he’s going to be all right.”

GRA: Obvious question: Would Portis have attempted such a stunt on another black? Obvious answer: No.

By Grand Rapids Anonymous
Wednesday, February 14, 2018 at 11:13:00 A.M. EST

Looking at the replay...there is no doubt that Portis hit the white player's (Satoransky's) arm full contact—not the ball. The fall was quick and could have been fatal, with the head hitting the floor.

Recalling Portis’ history of attacking Nicola Mirotic, all one can assume, is that Portis hates whites. Would be interesting to see if Mirotic commented on this play.

N.S.: Satoransky said,
“It was an unfortunate fall. But I don’t think [Bobby Portis] just tried to play ball. What I saw and what I know of the game, you don’t go for the block like how he went. He got me first [by the] hand, then he got ball and then I fall badly.”
Portis said:
“I went for the ball. Tried to block it, it was a tight game, tried to make a basketball play, for our team, to help our team stay in the game. Things happen.”
Portis said it was just “a basketball play,” but his definition of “basketball play” includes sucker punching white players, even when they’re your own teammates. In fact, that’s how he got his present job—by sucker punching, and almost killing Nikola Mirotic.

This will not change, as long as whites support the NBA. I stopped watching it years ago.

By Jerry PDX
Thursday, February 15, 2018 at 1:02:00 A.M. EST

Note the commentators covering for Portis. As I stated in my recent comment about how the top three white players in the NBA have all been taken out by questionable hits by blacks, the line between a clean play and one that can cause injury is a very fine one, and all it takes is a little extra nudge to end a player’s season. The Portis hit was well beyond that. You can clearly see him “going for the ball,” but he had direct contact with Satoransky's arm, giving him leverage that resulted in a clothesline. No way he didn't know the result of doing that, so we know it was deliberate, but again, as I stated before, black players are being given extra leeway to be physical with whites by the referees and the press, coaches, and refs, and the NBA in general is turning a blind eye.

By Grand Rapids Anonymous
Friday, February 16, 2018 at 12:48:00 A.M. EST

Jerry, there's one clip (from the Wizards telecast, I assume) that shows the announcers ripping on Portis immediately. I still say it was a racist foul. Honestly, when is the last time you've seen a black-on-black attack like that, in the NBA? I remember one, some years ago, involving Dennis Rodman. Then the big one with Ron Artest in 2004—Artest committing a foul on blackie Ben Wallace, which turned into a rush into the stands. Miami and the Knicks had a few. The main point is, when blacks have a major flagrant foul on another black, a fight breaks out. When blackie nails a white with a debilitating foul—no fight. Am I wrong about that recollection?

By Jerry PDX
Friday, February 16, 2018 at 12:46:00 P.M. EST

Yes, there is a pattern there, though at times I have seen variations but overall it goes like this: If a black fouls another black with a dirty hit, all hell breaks loose, as players rush to defend “their” guy. If a white fouls a black with a dirty hit, then all hell again breaks loose, as black players all rush to defend “their” guy against “whitey.” If a black hits a white with a dirty hit nobody, not even white players, rush to defend “their” guy.


White hate crime victim, Gordon Hayward, sandwiched between his racist black attackers, Jae Crowder and LeBron James

[Previously, on related racist crimes, at WEJB/NSU:

“Another Racist NBA Attack, Another Cover-Up!”;

“Update on Nikola Mirotic and Bobby Portis”;

“‘I'm Pretty Sure We Can Move Past This’: Black Chicago Bulls Player Bobby Portis Holds Bizarre Press Conference Four Days after Maiming Teammate Nikola Mirotic (‘The Punch’), and Presumably Stealing His Job”;

“Bobby Portis Must Go!”;

“Chicago: White NBA Player Nikola Mirotic, Whose Face Black Supremacist ‘Teammate’ Bobby Portis Shattered, is a Big Party Pooper! Oddly, Mirotic Does Not Find It is Time to Move on, and Put Racist Near-Murder Behind Him”;

“Maloney, Baloney! Three at CBS Sports Win Duranty-Blair Awards for Journalistic Infamy, for Cover-Up of Racist Maiming of White Boston Celtics Star Gordon Hayward by Cleveland Cavaliers Jae Crowder and LeBron James”;

“Yet Another Racist Hate Crime Committed in … the NBA! Black OKC Thunder’s Carmelo Anthony … Third Racist NBA Attack in One Month; There is Clearly a Racist Conspiracy Among Black Players to Run All Whites Out of the League”;

“Chicago Bulls Ready to Dump Racist Hate Crime Victim Nikola Mirotic, While Keeping Racist Hate Criminal, Bobby Portis; Media Operative Adds Insult to Injury”; and

“Chicago Bulls Finally Dump ‘Disgruntled,’ White Hate Crime Victim, Nikola Mirotic, at Great Expense, While Keeping Racist, Nation of Islam Hate Criminal, Bobby Portis!”]

Racial Socialist Language Politics Infects Headlines, “News” Stories, and Even the Weather Report

By Nicholas Stix

On November 7, The Boss and I were watching ABC’s Good Morning America, which she used to avoid.

The white weatherman (Bill Evans, I believe) said that “late summer” was over.

“Late summer”? Late summer was over on September 20th, almost seven weeks earlier.

Then I figured it out. He didn’t mean late summer; he meant Indian summer.

Indian summer. The ABC commissars had banned Indian summer!

There was some other pc idiocy that morning that I can’t recall. I remember wondering how NFL Hall of Famer Mike Strahan, who is black but very sharp and very funny, could stand it. He must get home every day, and do a stand-up routine, mocking what he’d heard that day.

A multimillion-dollar salary goes a long way towards salving one’s wounds.

Meanwhile, he’s working with humorless, pc, black lesbian Robin Roberts, who is 100% with the program.

At 4:06 a.m. today, in AOL headlines:

“Nathan Chen turns heads with record-breaking skate”

Pretty, shapely girls turn heads. If Nathan Chen turned any heads, it was probably among the homosexuals in the viewing audience.

The headline writer deliberately misused the headline, because Chen is a man. She/he/it—s/h/it, for short—would never have dared use that vernacular the proper way for a girl.
Several years ago, AOL lied, and posted a story claiming that a man had had a baby.

It is biologically impossible for a man to have a baby, and that’s exactly why AOL lied.

A lesbian had taken male hormones, grown a mustache, gotten a short, men’s haircut, dressed like a man, and gotten herself knocked up with a full turkey baster from a sperm bank.

But instead of honest reporting, e.g., “Crazy Lez Gets Herself Knocked Up, While Impersonating a Man,” the media operative foisted a hoax on the world.

Now, they do that sort of thing all the time, regarding other non-existent classes of people, e.g., “transgenders.”

I don’t know what to call this country, but it ain’t America anymore. My brain is still in America, but I’m unemployable.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Germany: AfD Leader Faces Backlash for Calling Turks "camel drivers" Who Have "mud huts"

By Reader-Researcher R.C.

At Russia Today.

He's mistaking Turkey for Yemen.


Stephen King; We Must Ban MS-13! Mass Murderer Nikolas de Jesus Cruz Used One!



By Nicholas Stix

A tip ‘o the hate to Big League Politics.

Alleged Shooter “on meds”: Why SSRIs are Suicide-Murder Pills

By Double-Anonymous Reader
Thu, Feb 15, 2018 10:36 p.m.

Alleged Shooter “On Meds”: Why SSRIs are Suicide Murder Pills

Once again, a school shooter is on anti-depressants

I was on SSRIs for a while, due to longstanding bout of clinical depression.

Yes, SSRIs do cause suicidal thoughts.

And you cannot get off them cold turkey. You must "taper" down the dose little by little. All sorts of weird feelings including the feeling of electric shocks deep within the brain.

I am no longer on SSRIs, thank God.

By the way, they worked for me. But I took them for a few years.

I no longer take prescription drugs of any type. Ibuprofen is the only drug I take, and that's infrequently.

Antidepressant discontinuation syndrome - Wikipedia

Antidepressant discontinuation syndrome is a condition that can occur following the interruption, dose reduction, or discontinuation of antidepressant drugs ...


How to taper off your antidepressant - Harvard Health

Discontinuing an antidepressant usually involves reducing your dose in increments. Your clinician can instruct you in tapering your dose and prescribe…

N.S.: I, too, got addicted to anti-depressants in West Germany, when I lost the ability to sleep.

The dorm authority tried to run students out of my dorm complex, by having the supers replace showers early in the morning, and in the afternoon, every day, to mess with people’s sleep patterns. It succeeded at driving some people to insomnia, but was a complete failure at driving us out, so they started sending eviction notices (mostly to foreigners).

I was addicted for something like 18 months, including my first few months back home. At first, I could only sleep with the drugs, and soon enough, I couldn’t sleep with or without them.

Eventually, a nice young Jewish psychiatry student, who had the make-up of an athletic coach, told me we’d beat this thing, by slowly tapering off (as my reader wrote), and we did!

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

MSNBC Lied about Florida High School Mass Murderer, and Has Refused to Issue a Correction

[Re: “The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, 2018: 17 Killed in South Florida High School Shooting, over 20 Wounded…”; and

“Hispanic, Florida School Mass Murderer, Nikolas de Jesus Cruz, Had been Voted Former Student Most Likely to Shoot Up the School.”]

By Grand Rapids Anonymous
Wednesday, February 14, 2018 at 8:49:00 P.M. EST

MSNBC was wrong again. Nikolas de Jesus Cruz. Not a whitey. No correction about it.

David Cole is Farting Around with Black History Month!

By Nicholas Stix

Farting on Black People
By David Cole
February 13, 2018
Taki’s Mag

I’ve often thought of Black History Month as a Valentine’s Day gift to those of us who are single. With the annual media barrage of images of black suffering past and present, Black History Month is a reminder to the unattached that things could always be worse. Unless, I suppose, you’re a companionless black person, in which case it’s probably like salt on an open wound. “Home alone on Valentine’s Day…let’s see what’s on TV. Oh, great…a Southern sheriff siccing his dog on a black man’s balls.”

But this year, Hollywood has gifted black Americans with Black Panther, a big-budget heart-shaped celluloid box of chocolate optimism for blacks who want to spend a few hours escaping reality by watching a movie in which the black heroes are brilliant, brave, responsible, and victorious, and the fictional African kingdom is prosperous, clean, and orderly, and not a soul has AIDS. The black community needs this film right now. Because the future—the real-life future, not the “Marvel Cinematic Universe endless sequels, tie-ins, and reboots” future—is grim.

Yes, black unemployment in the U.S. is at its lowest point in 45 years. Not wanting to risk giving President Trump even one iota of credit, Vox’s P.R. Lockhart (formerly of Mother Jones) called the fact that black unemployment has fallen to 6.8% “ostensibly good news.” Ostensibly. The son of a bitch can’t even bring himself to admit that the record-low unemployment rate is a good thing. No, it’s ostensibly good; maybe good, maybe not. Needless to say, Lockhart doesn’t bother to list a single way in which the figure might not be good….

N.S.: I posted thus response at Taki’s:

Mr. Cole, I’m a big admirer of your work, but this time you whiffed.

The situation of blacks in America is neither tragic nor comical. Their population is not in free fall, and their poverty level is entirely self-inflicted.

And yet, you quote moronic, tenured black supremacists, alive and dead, as if they were not punch lines.

The “story” (really a propaganda rant within his awful book, Faces at the Bottom of the Well), by the late Derek Bell is idiotic, like everything he wrote.

I’ve seen general issue black supremacist Jason Johnson on Tucker Carlson’s show.

Free-fall? When I was a kid in the 1960s, blacks comprised 10% of the country’s residents. Now, they comprise 13.3%.

When I was born, whites comprised 88% of the country. Now they make up 61.3%, and falling. (When I was born, the categories “Hispanic” and “Hispanic white” had yet to be invented.)

I don’t know what class you took in statistics.

The current unemployment stats are, like all such numbers, fakestats, so I pay them no mind.

All over America, blacks can walk into most businesses and public or non-profit agencies, and get jobs for which they are unqualified in every sense. (Ditto for higher ed.) In many of those workplaces, no white men need apply, and that’s the way it’s been for a generation.

Meanwhile, whites continue to be disenfranchised, pauperized, and physically violated in every way by blacks. It’s a slow-motion genocide.

Most blacks spend every day of their lives farting on whites. Ha, ha, ha!

Hispanic, Florida School Mass Murderer, Nikolas de Jesus Cruz, Had been Voted Former Student Most Likely to Shoot Up the School

[Re: “The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, 2018: 17 Killed in South Florida High School Shooting, over 20 Wounded…”]

By Grand Rapids Anonymous
Wednesday, February 14, 2018 at 9:52:00 P.M. EST

According to FOXNEWS, this guy, Cruz, had given plenty of warnings, in person and online. He was tied up in Iraqi propaganda and was pointed out by students as, “the one person who would shoot up the school” after being expelled.

No one said anything, but even if they did—unlike Minority Report, where you arrest someone BEFORE they commit a crime, MAYBE you get him on weapons charges, but supposedly he legally purchased the AR-15 he used to shoot up the school.

What can law enforcement really do?

N.S.: Aggressively disarm law-abiding citizens with no red flags, natch! Everybody knows that. It’s called “common-sense gun safety.”

Black, Haitian Mayor of Plano, Texas Demands that White Councilman Who Criticized Islam Resign

Tom Harrison (Plano City Council)

By A Texas Reader


The mayor is Haitian.

Harry LaRosiliere - Wikipedia

"Harry LaRosiliere (born May 6, 1962) is the 39th and current mayor of Plano, Texas. He was elected in 2013. He was born in Haiti and grew up in Harlem."

Why would one of the blacks on the planet with a geology degree become a financial advisor? Especially, here in Texas, pretty much the center of the universe for oil and gas drilling?

At the Dallas Morning News.


Plano Mayor Harry LaRosiliere

The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, 2018: 17 Killed in South Florida High School Shooting, over 20 Wounded; Perp Wounded and in Custody is Nikolas Cruz, 19, Who Had been Expelled from the School; “Fantastic Mother Jones “Reporter”: Shooter was “Obsessed with Guns”; Dems and Neocon Echoes: We Need “common-sense gun safety laws,” a Curb on “NRA Abuse,” and Better Propaganda!

By “W,” Grand Rapids Anonymous, and Nicholas Stix

At The Orlando Sentinel.

By Grand Rapids Anonymous
Wednesday, February 14, 2018 at 3:47:00 P.M. EST

Breaking: 20-50 high schoolers injured in Broward County, Florida shooting incident. (FOX)

“White male” is a suspect. (MSNBC)

GRA: Looks like a predominantly white school. MSNBC also listed this as the "11th school shooting in Trump's presidency."

How many occurred in Obama's two terms, plus riots? Hmmm?

N.S.: The crazy thing, for me, is that we kept my chief of research home from school today, due to a rumor spread by a feminist classmate of his that someone had threatened to shoot up his school for Valentine’s Day. I was going to send him to school, because killers never leave advance warnings, and figured it was just someone who had a test scheduled for today, but his mother insisted that she only has one son. Of course, she later changed her mind, and insisted that she had said to send him.

Late last night, I checked Google, and found nothing about any threats. Then, at 11:30, I passed some cops as I was headed to the supermarket, and asked them if they’d heard anything. The oldest one, a white guy who was about 6’4,” 300 pounds, and maybe 50 years old asked,

“Did you report it to the police?”
Me: “I just did.”

Another big, beefy cop said,

They probably had a test.”

Me: “That’s just what I said!”

Unfortunately, there was no warning in Florida.

Working While White

[Re: “Yet Another Racist Hate Crime Committed in … the NBA!... Third Racist NBA Attack in One Month; There is Clearly a Racist Conspiracy Among Black Players to Run All Whites Out of the League.”]

By Anonymous
Friday, November 10, 2017 at 8:37:00 P.M. EST

This is what happens on jobs. Whites are set up for failure by the savage thugs. And no support for the white person who stands up for himself or tells anyone - the victim is called names - racist. Only blacks are allowed to be victims, because it's their traditional move [?] use it to hide behind and to mask their true intentions.

The NYC MTA [Metropolitan Transit Authority] is a black-dominated work place which is why they have extensive and complex problems. According to all the money paid for maintenance and janitors, the MTA platforms, stations and trains should be spotless. The savages like to act like it's back in slavery times and everyone is the massa, so they don't work. What does a savage care about things being clean? I was told by an MTA bus driver that it's such a small thing for people to urinate and defecate in the street. To me, that's what animals do. My bad, I don't get black culture! Oh, educate me. :(

OT- in your neck of the woods –

Wit of Wit's End- (former drug dealer at Playland Motel) is back with a new pizzeria just when cocaine and crack sales are booming on Rockaway Beach Boulevard and Beach 97th Street. Nah, it doesn't have anything to do with the many new Peruvian and Ecuadorean restaurants and their unlicensed nightclub/beer gardens! And so close to the snitch jacket drug dealer headquarters at 199 Beach 96th Street. It takes a village....

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Slain Chicago Cop Advocated for Stiffer Sentences; Suspect in His Shooting is a 4-Time Felon

By Reader-Researcher RC
Tue, Feb 13, 2018 10:16 p.m.

Slain Chicago cop advocated for stiffer sentences; suspect in his shooting is a 4-time felon

Colleagues remembered the 31-year department veteran as level-headed and well-suited to handling the pressures of fighting crime downtown.

New York City’s Underground Race War

Re-posted by Nicholas Stix

There are many reasons why I like this article, starting with the fact that it rings so true.

Second is that it was initially published in 1997, and recounts the writer’s experiences from 1993-1997. Over 20 years ago.

Already then, his experiences in the New York City subways were horrible, and his experiences were my experiences. And things have gotten much worse since.

I’ve been in this hellhole since August 26, 1985. It was awful to begin with, and yet, most of the time when I complain to other whites (never mind blacks!) about the routine racism of this town, they act as if I were the racist!

Nobody has ever explained to me how complaining about murderous black racism proves that the white complainer is the real racist. Then again, it’s impossible to explain.

I have concluded that this has nothing to do with “brainwashing,” or some problem of seeing things, or waking up. Rather, it is a matter of loyalty and enmity.

The whites who defend racist blacks, even to the point of lying to the police about black-on-white hate crime attacks, are loyal to the racist blacks (i.e., the whites are themselves racist), and disloyal to the whites they help harm I.e., they hate their own race, at least the whites who fail to likewise hate whites, and/or any white they see harmed by blacks. The whites who hate their own race are not only racists, but sanctimonious opportunists.

At least, I have had fewer encounters with white racists in the predominantly Irish neighborhood I’ve lived in since 1997, but I often have to leave my neighborhood, and ride on public transit, go shopping, etc.

During the past 14 months, although I almost never ride the subway, I have been repeatedly assaulted and threatened by blacks whom I had not touched, nor to whom I had not said a word. Other riders, Hispanic and black, always support them, sometimes violently.

Hell on Wheels

Daniel Attila, American Renaissance, January 1997

[Editor’s Note: This is just one of thirteen essays in our newly-released collection of first-hand reports about the reality of race, Face to Face with Race.]

I was born in Hungary, from which I escaped in 1982 at age 18. I settled in New York in 1984 with the intention of becoming an artist, but after nearly a decade of struggle I realized I might never make it. In 1993 I enrolled in the City University of New York, while I supported myself for four years as a conductor on New York City subway trains. There can be only a few jobs that so quickly introduce an immigrant to the realities of multi-racialism. Beneath the streets of New York I have seen and done things that very few whites will—I hope—ever see or do.

New York City Subway

Conductors operate the doors of trains, make announcements, give information to the passengers, and oversee the safety of people on trains and platforms. Most of the time they stay in a small compartment, or cab, in the middle car of the train. There are many cities that operate subways with only a driver, but New York City is a challenging place, where putting only one person on the train would expose the system to violence and chaos.

Attending college while working under ground is not a dream come true, but conductors are well paid. The starting salary is $30-40,000 a year, with a top salary of $40-50,000, which can be reached in three years. Conductors who become drivers can earn $50-70,000 a year, depending on overtime. The high salaries are a result of the monopoly the Transit Authority (TA) enjoys over city transportation. The union is a mostly-black workforce, which cannot be tampered with by any politician who wants a career in New York. Even as far back as the 1930s, the all-powerful TA got through the depression without laying off a single employee.

I went to a high school in China Town to take the civil service exam for the job. Once inside, I noticed that I was the only white person there. Except for an Asian-Indian woman who sat in front of me, I saw only black people, even though there were at least 40 of us taking the test. “How come I’m the only white person here?” I wondered. “Don’t white Americans want a job that pays $40-60,000 a year and doesn’t even require a high-school education?” Perhaps in answer, one of the blacks in front of me turned around and gave me a bizarre, hate-filled look—a look I would often encounter in the years ahead.

The test was easy—surprisingly so—and I wondered if it was possible for anyone over the age of six not to pass it. I clearly remember one of the questions; I find it impossible to forget:

If you are a bus driver and find that a kid jumped onto the back of the bus, traveling on the outside, what are you going to do?

a) I will suddenly brake, then accelerate, repeating this process until the kid falls off and learns a lesson.

b) I will just ignore the kid and keep on driving as if unaware of the problem.

c) I will stop the bus and personally make sure that the kid gets off.

As part of the test, we also had to find various places in the city, such as the Empire State Building, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the United Nations, with the help of a city map provided to us. This is similar to having Parisians find the Eiffel tower with the help of a map. Needless to say, the test went well and I congratulated myself for having settled in a country where well-paying jobs are so easy to get.

I began learning about the reality of America’s racial dilemma right at the beginning of my training program at the Transit Authority. There was a huge black fellow in our class who had the habit of physically bumping into me at every opportunity. I could feel that he did this intentionally, trying to make it hurt more than an accidental collision would, but not enough to make it look like an assault.

The class consisted of about 80 people, with only a half dozen whites. Most of the training was given by an old white veteran who kept telling us funny and scary stories about transit workers on duty. We were told to watch out for assaults by passengers. “Every one of you will be spat at,” he insisted repeatedly, “I guarantee it.” After the class training, which lasted about four weeks, we spent two weeks on trains, operating under the supervision of experienced conductors. Right on the first day, a strong black man who stood on the platform, whose right arm was bigger than both of my thighs put together, made a sudden attempt to punch me in the face as I leaned out the window to observe the platform. The conductor who supervised me assured me that such things are very dangerous and happen every day.

Also during the break-in period, I saw a horrible incident in the East New York section of Brooklyn. A horde of black teenagers descended upon a black boy who was sitting quietly by himself. Within seconds, they beat him from head to toe, then quickly fled before the doors closed. We tried to talk to the boy, who was in bad shape, asking him if he wanted medical help or the police. When he said he didn’t want either, we asked about the attack. It turned out he was on his way to the first day on a job. The gang beat him up because they didn’t want him to work.

After the break-in period, I was qualified as a conductor and began to operate without supervision. It didn’t take long for our instructor’s prediction to come true. I was conducting a D train in the Bronx when I noticed a large group of black men gathered on the platform, just outside the conductor’s window. I felt their threatening presence instinctively, but the rules require that the conductor lean out the window and look down the platform in both directions before he closes the doors. I had no choice but to open my window and take the risk. As soon as I opened it, one of the men spat right into my eyes. I was wearing safety goggles but still got some of the saliva on my skin—regulations require that goggles be worn primarily to protect against passenger assaults.

Throughout the four years I spent as a conductor, blacks and Latinos would hide behind posts or other cover and spit at me—with astonishing power and accuracy. Other times they would throw things at me, try to punch me, or yell vile and sometimes inarticulate things at me.

One attack involved a black man of about thirty, who threw a large, glass bottle at my face. I managed to close the window just as the bottle struck—it hit with such force, that pieces of glass stuck in the acrylic window of my cab all the way to the end of the trip. As we came into the terminal, I spotted a black supervisor on the platform and couldn’t help asking: “What am I supposed to do when someone attacks me as I operate, and the attack is really nasty?” “If you have an injury, you pull the cord and call command to send for the police and the ambulance,” was the reply. “But what if you have no injuries? What if he almost killed you but you lucked out?” I continued. “Then there is no problem,” said the supervisor, “you keep on going.”

On another occasion, when conducting a “D” train in the Bronx, a boy in a crowd of high-school students threw a heavy stone right at my face with great accuracy and force. I instinctively held up my hand to shield my face and was injured severely enough to go to the emergency room. At the hospital, the nurse told me that a bus driver, also injured in an assault, had just been treated and released a couple of hours earlier.

When operating during the “school hours,” the early afternoon when students come home from public schools, rowdy students—none of whom was ever white or Oriental—would routinely disable the trains. They would break windows, pull the emergency brake, and tear open the seats so they could cut out electric switches. If the train crew couldn’t fix the problem, we would discharge the passengers and transfer the train to the storage yard for repair. When we discharged trains, black and Latino passengers would threaten violence, accusing us of deliberately disabling trains so that we could “go home early.”

My ordeal did not end with the work-day. The commute home was just as agonizing as time on the job. In the late hours, when I usually made my way home, the trains were largely bereft of normal, working people. Often there were gangs of “youths” roaming the trains, walking from car to car, jumping on seats, starting fights, and harassing passengers. I often locked myself in the conductor’s cab, as I did on the job.

One night, after work, as I was climbing the steps from the subway platform in my own neighborhood, a tall black man came running the other way and crashed into me. He was so badly dressed he looked like a bum. He was carrying a box of Chinese take-out food, which he dropped when he slammed into me. There went his dinner. Although the collision was entirely his fault, he began threatening me, cursing me, and demanding money. I looked around to see if there was anybody else in the station—not that one can expect help from whites in situations like this—but there was no one.

I don’t know how long we argued, but it seemed like an eternity. Keeping him from attacking me took all the energy I had. I finally managed to break away and run home. Exhausted, I collapsed on the floor and began crying, in a way I don’t remember doing since I was a small child. What broke me down was not so much this particular incident but the sum of all the assaults and humiliation that took place before it—the attacks, the spitting, the name calling, and, ultimately, my complete inability to do anything about it. Violent self-defense would certainly cost any white transit worker his job.

New Horizons

My job offered me the opportunity to see parts of New York whites seldom see. The United States may be the only country that has never been attacked, but still has places that look as though they went through a war. This once-glamorous cultural capital has neighborhoods, the size of cities, that look like Stalingrad or Yokohama right after a carpet bombing.

The job also acquainted me with blacks I would never otherwise have known. My black colleagues never seemed upset by the behavior of our “customers,” nor did they try to avoid working in horrible neighborhoods. One reason was that although they were not entirely safe, they did not face attacks of the same severity or frequency, let alone attacks with racial overtones.

In their off hours, the blacks often held little parties in our filthy, stuffy, underground crew rooms, where they celebrated birthdays or Kwanzaa with cheap cake and fast food. Non-blacks were ordered to leave the room before such events; most blacks believed that segregation on equal terms was better than integration.

The blacks also talked about what a scandal it was that the schools do not teach that Jesus Christ and the ancient Egyptians were black. Every day, during lunch breaks, I witnessed heated debates about such topics. I also learned that anything wrong in black neighborhoods is the fault of whites. My colleagues believed that slavery caused illegitimacy and welfare dependency, and that the government simply refuses to spend money on neighborhoods where they live. “When are they going to take the money and clean up the Bronx, Brooklyn, and upper Manhattan?” they would ask.

Whites never engaged in open debate about such things, preferring to scribble their opinions on the walls of the bathrooms provided for transit workers. “Kill all Niggers,” was the harshest sentiment I ever saw, along with such admonitions as “Do your country a favor, kill a liberal!” Working underground seemed to degrade everyone.

In addition to the pressures of the job, I was forced to put up with the anti-white atmosphere of City College. One of the most anti-white teachers was an otherwise intelligent English professor named Hannah Rogers. After a few classes filled with insults to whites, Prof. Rogers made a little speech that went something like this:

‘In the beginning, before the white man came along, the colored peoples who once owned this land lived here peacefully, cohabiting with each other, with nature, and with the animals. Then came the Europeans, who killed the people and the animals, and destroyed nature. Now, however, the people of color are beginning to reclaim the land that belongs to them, and there will come a day when the colored masses rise up, and the white people who managed to enslave every other race will be destroyed. The land will be taken back so that the people to whom it belongs can return to living in peace and harmony with each other, and nature. I only hope,’ she concluded, ‘that when that day comes, the whites who were good will be spared.’

I was offended and shocked, but I learned something I had never suspected. I always thought “liberals” are the way they are because they live in white ghettos and don’t realize what is happening around them. Not so. At least some of them believe a civil war is on the horizon. They hope for it, they encourage it, and may even expect to gain from it.

East New York

Perhaps the most dreadful incident of my career at the TA was in the summer of 1993, while I was working on the A line. This is one of the lines that goes into the worst neighborhood of the city, the East New York section of Brooklyn. I never operated there for a single day without being assaulted or humiliated in some way.

On one hot afternoon, as I opened the doors at the Ralph Avenue station, I heard what sounded like gunshots. They were a lot quieter than in movies, and at first I thought it was just some noise coming from the equipment. However, I was unnerved to see a couple of blacks, wearing face masks, rush out of the last car, up the steps, and disappear.

There was no way to misunderstand the situation; an incident had taken place in the last car, and the rules required the conductor to investigate. No experienced conductor would ever go back to the last car in a situation like that, no matter what the rules say, but I was not very experienced. After making some announcements to the passengers, I gathered all my courage and walked back to the last car, pretending to be calm.

There were people standing in every door shouting about the delay. In the last car, I found a man lying on the floor with bloody wounds in his legs. I used my portable radio to tell the train operator what had happened, and began to walk back to the center of the train to my position. The train operator made a loud announcement requesting that all passengers leave the train, and I was to make sure that all the cars were empty before we closed the doors to wait for the police.

I was the only white person in the station. As the passengers got off, they stayed on the platform and began to form a row close to the train. I walked toward my position, fenced in by the train on the left and by the row of people on the right. I passed three cars and had two more to go, to reach the only position from which I could close the doors. I was supposed to walk all the way to the front, passing all ten cars, to make sure that no passengers remained in them. I sensed that I could not make it to the front of the train, and tried only to get back to my position.

As I advanced, the people seemed to move closer to the train, gradually narrowing the path until it became too narrow for me to pass without touching them. “Who got shot, black or white?” I heard a young man shout. Then I saw hands reaching out to grab me and fists aimed to punch me. Just as I was about to pass the third car, one of the punches hit my shoulder. At this point I realized there was a real chance that I could be—well—lynched before the police arrived.

My heart pounding, I jumped into the car and began running inside the train, trying to reach my position. I no longer cared about any passengers remaining in the cars; I just ran. There were two more cars to cross, each separated by a pair of heavy, steel doors that open slowly. I wrenched them open with all my might. Meanwhile, the crowd seemed about to follow me into the train. I finally reached my position and, without any announcements or sticking my head out to observe the platform, shoved my key in and hit the door close buttons. The lights indicated that half the doors had not closed, meaning that people were holding them. When this happens, normally the conductor opens them again to let people in or out, but I refused to open up. After several tense minutes, people stopped holding the doors and they finally closed.

I hid in my cab for perhaps as long as half an hour until the police finally arrived. “What kind of people did you see running in masks?” asked a black bureaucrat dressed in a business suit. I refused to answer, for fear that mentioning blacks could get me in trouble. He seemed to be familiar with this attitude on the part of whites, because he calmly and understandingly said, “They were black, right?” He nodded his head in answer to his own question, and made a note on a piece of paper.

Later, as we were slowly moving into the service yard, accompanied by a police escort, I reflected on the incident. I recalled how many times I have heard liberals claiming that 99 percent of the blacks who live in these neighborhoods are “hard working and law abiding,” with only a tiny one percent who cause trouble. Perhaps I’m prejudiced, but among the hundreds of people on that platform who looked as though they were ready to lynch me, I didn’t see many who looked hard working or law abiding.

During the same summer, there was another incident, while passing Kennedy Airport. I heard something that sounded like an explosion. I investigated but didn’t find anything that could have caused it, though the sound seemed to come from nearby. Then, as we pulled into the next station, I was notified over the radio that my train operator, a black woman, had had her windshield broken out by a stone block, the size of a child’s head, thrown from somewhere on the airport’s property. I then realized, that what I had heard was the sound of another stone smashing between the two cars, just missing my cab window. One of these rocks is heavy enough to kill a person easily. The train operator was lucky to be alive.

It is hard to believe, but I worked for two more years in the subway before I finally turned my back on that hellish job, in the summer of 1995. I now live in a privately policed community in Manhattan. I ride the subways only if an emergency requires it.

Monday, February 12, 2018

Detroit Standoff Ends; Mass Murderer Killed Only Women (and Himself), While Wounding 3 Cops

By Reader-Researcher RC and “W”


Standoff ends: Gunman, 3 others dead, 3 officers wounded


As of 8:15 p.m. Monday it is not at all clear what this is about. I am just glad the Detroit Symphony Orchestra is now doing live webcasts. No need to actually go to D-town for concerts.


U.S. Attorney General Jeff Sessions is Again being Accused of Racism!


AG Sessions at the National Sheriff's Association, in Washington D.C.

By Reader-Researcher RC
Mon, Feb 12, 2018 11:00 p.m.

In a speech to the National Sheriffs’ Association in Washington, General Sessions referred to the “Anglo-American heritage” of the office of sheriff.

Sessions blasted for praising sheriffs as “Anglo-American heritage”

US Attorney General Jeff Sessions is being accused of racism after referred to the “Anglo-American heritage” of sheriffs. He used the phrase in a speech to the National Sheriffs’ Association in Washington.

N.S.: Please, don't let him do a Romney, and apologize!

“Minnesota” Woman Ordered Detained on Terror, Arson Charges; She Confessed to Authorities that She Had Set Nine Fires, and Sought to Murder Scores of Young Children and Women; Now She’s Pleading “Not Guilty”!


Suspected war criminal, Tnuza Jamal Hassan

By Reader-Researcher RC

Minnesota Woman Ordered Detained on Terror, Arson Charges

A Minnesota woman who is accused of trying to travel to Afghanistan to join al-Qaida was "self-radicalized" and intended to kill people when she set several fires on a college campus last month, a federal prosecutor argued Monday.Tnuza Jamal Hassan, 19, of Minneapolis, was arrested last month after allegedly setting nine fires at St.

Another Black, Female Mathematical and Scientific Genius You’ve Never Heard of!

By “W”

One hoax piggybacks on another. Last year, it was the “Hidden Figures” Hoax, whereby the brilliant white men mathematicians who had done the calculations that led to NASA putting men on the moon were replaced by black women who used slide rules, and a movie with fake white racism, to go with the fake black geniuses. The “Hidden Figures” Hoax has begotten a black female genius, who invented the GPS:

“You may not know Gladys West, but her calculations revolutionized navigation.”

An earlier article claimed, “The process that led to GPS is too scientific for a newspaper story…”

I’ll just bet.

At Upworthy, which most definitely is not.

Learn about the Method that the San Francisco Police Department Has Used to Radically Cut Down on Crime!

By An Old Friend

Is California Starting to Circle the Drain?

By Steve Hayward
February 11, 2018

I recently became a crime victim for one of the few times in my life. My car was burgled while I was up in the Bay Area on my weekly sojourn to the Peoples Republic of Berkeley. I say “burgled” rather than “broken into,” because there was no smashed window, or picked lock, nor did I leave the car unlocked. Rather, I was the victim of a clever gang of organized car burglars in the Bay Area who are using sophisticated scanners to copy and boost the key-fob signal for recent model keyless entry and ignition cars. Once you latch on to the signal, the car door unlocks at the touch of your hand, as people with such models know. (I learned about this security flaw subsequently as I looked into how this could have happened.) All of the restaurants and retail establishments in my neighborhood have posted printed signs saying “leave no valuables in your car; frequent car thefts in the area.” I have taken electronic countermeasures against this happening again.

This kind of activity is epidemic in the Bay Area right now. There were 30,000 car thefts reported in San Francisco last year (much higher in the Bay Area as a whole). The police are doing very little about it.

I recently came across this astonishing Twitter thread from someone named Sharky Laguana, who runs a van rental business in San Francisco, about the incredible indifference of the San Francisco police to this problem. It’s quite long, but I reproduce the whole thing here to make it easier to get through:


Meanwhile, the exploding homeless population in San Francisco (and around the entire state actually) is starting to affect the tourism and convention business. Some convention planners are now avoiding San Francisco because the environs are getting so unpleasant. Forget Trump’s s***hole countries: there’s now an interactive map that alerts you to locations in San Francisco with high amounts of human excrement on the streets and sidewalks.
SAN JOSE (KPIX 5) – The number of people packing up and moving out of the Bay Area just hit its highest level in more than a decade. . . the number one place in the country for out-migration is now, right here.
[One person leaving] cites crowding, crime and politics as the reasons for her own exodus. “We don’t like it here anymore. You know, we don’t like this sanctuary state status and just the politics here,” she said. She plans to sell her home for about $1 million, buy a much larger place near Nashville for less than half that and retire closer to family and friends.
Nationwide, the cities with the highest inflows, according to Redfin are Phoenix, Las Vegas, Atlanta, and Nashville.
My old pal Mark Perry notes this from U-Haul truck rental:


Also at WEJB/NSU, and by this writer:

“Crime Stories” (First national exposé of “fakestats”!)(1996);

Part I: “The Philadelphia Story: When the Cops are Crooks” (2002);

Part II: “Solving Philly Crime with an Eraser: The ‘Good Irishman’ and the Race Man” (2002);

“‘De-Policing’ in America’s Cities: Erasing the ‘Thin Blue Line’” (2002);

“The War on Police” (2002);

“‘Disappearing’ Urban Crime” (2004);

“Paul Moses: How the New York City Police Department Managed to Make Shootings and Stabbings “Disappear” (2005);

“LAPD: ‘We Don`t Get into’ Immigration Status of Christmas Story Director`s Killer” (2007);

“The Great Chicago Memorial Day Gang Attack Cover-Up” (2011);

“How Much of America’s Revolution in Crime-Fighting and Drop in Crime are Due to Importing the Mexican Model, Where Victims Give Up on Reporting 90%” (2011);

“Detroit: New Crime Stats Fail Smell Test; How Could Crime Go Down 7% Overall Last Quarter, While Homicides Went Up 31%?” (2011);

“Re-Victimization and ‘Disappearing’ Scandals: Dallas PD Revolutionizes Crime-Fighting Through Wholesale Stashing, ‘Unfounding,’ & Ignoring Complaints” (2012);

“Chicago: Homicides Up 60%, Non-Fatal Shootings Up 37%, and Overall… Crime is Down 10%, and Rape is Down 15%?!” (2012);

“Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel: Screw the Stupid, Phony Crime Stats, I Care about Individual Sob Stories! Besides, Crime is Dropping…” (2012);

“Milwaukee Police Chief Ed Flynn: ‘The Computer Ate My Crime Stats’: ‘Disappearing’ Crime in Milwaukee… and Everywhere Else” (2012);

“The Chief Strikes Back: Supporter of Milwaukee PD Chief Ed Flynn Says Flynn is being Smeared” (2012);

“From Compstat to Fakestat: The Epidemic of Fraudulent Official Crime Reports” (2012);

“North American Consultants ‘Disappearing’ Trinidad`s (Horrific) Crime Rate?” (2012);

“Justice Department: Nearly 3.4 Million Violent Crimes Per Year Went Unreported to Police from 2006 to 2010” (2012);

“Stix Vindicated! Academics, Magazine Confirm Big City Police are ‘Disappearing’ Crime” (2014);

“Disappearing Urban Crime in Los Angeles”; and

“Compstat or Compscam? Police Lieutenant Blows Whistle on Fakestats that Police Chiefs Use to Claim Victory in the War on Crime, and on ‘Community Control,’ i.e., the Chiefs’ Submission to Black Supremacists.”