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Face to Face with Race, Edited by Jared Taylor

NOTE: This article was originally published at Alternative Right on January 3, 2015. I’m re-posting it here as the site is now defunct.

There are many things that separate the United States from other Western countries, but one of the most defining is the presence of blacks.

Let’s just be honest: everyone hates blacks. Even middle-class and wealthy blacks hate blacks, if Chris Rock’s Niggas vs. Black People sketch is any indication. The SJW media wallpapers over the worst black behavior, but with the implosion of the Ferguson narrative and a million other miscalculations from the PC left, whites are rapidly getting fed up with what is basically a hostile, parasitic population in their midst.

Face to Face with Race, Jared Taylor’s compilation of whites’ experiences with diversity, is a misnomer: it should have been called Face to Face with Blacks. Latinos and Asians are glossed over in its 200-plus pages; its primary subject is black people. Its protagonists are ordinary whites, some of them liberals, who became cynical race realists after having to deal with black perfidy on a daily basis, whether it was in the classroom, at their jobs, or in prison.

Face to Face with Race is a fantastic read because it offers a clear look at one of the most important—and ignored—aspects of modern America. All the magical negro narratives from Hollywood, all the cultural Marxist brainwashing in the universities, all the race pandering from politicians cannot erase the basic facts: many blacks are just rotten people, and whites are tired of having to put up with them.

The first story in the book, “The Wages of Idealism,” sets the tone for what follows. It’s an account from a young white woman who worked in various domestic violence shelters and minority-focused nonprofits in New York City. When she was wasn’t being openly harassed on the job by her co-workers, she was gazing into the abyss of Dindu dysfunction:

The unintentionally offending white person would be made to grovel at the feet—yes, I have seen whites go on their knees before blacks—and apologize for slavery, white privilege, blacks in prison, the poor state of black neighborhoods, AIDS, drugs in their community, etc. Often the white worker was reduced to tears in a desperate attempt to appease the mass of angry black and brown faces. Finally, when the white employee was humiliated enough, and the cathartic cleansing had been achieved, a tentative truce would be called. The angry black employee would be praised and his anger encouraged, while the traumatized, cowering white worker would be put on probation and, through an act of supreme magnanimity, allowed to keep his job. These sessions were supposed to be run by social workers, but often just ran themselves while the social workers watched.

Each story in Face to Face with Race is oriented around the same themes: blacks are lazy, entitled, violent and unhygienic. They trash their own neighborhoods, let their children play in traffic, and are callous and cruel to their own family members: so much for the “brothas” and the “sistas.” They view whites with an authoritarian mindset: to the average ghetto black, whites are either submissive or defiant, and defiant whites are punished. Contrary to the leftist line that crime is motivated by poverty, most black attacks on whites happen for no reason at all, as a former MTA subway conductor shows:

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.”

This mindset is taken to its extreme in American prisons, where racial hatred and strife are the law of the land. Two chapters in the middle of the book detail dealing with blacks in prison, who eagerly prey on whites and openly masturbate whenever they spot a woman. In particular, the story “White Man in a Texas Prison” reminded me of Eddie Little’s descriptions of penitentiary racial warfare in Steel Toes.

Even when blacks are well-meaning, in many cases they can’t help but screw up. As the “Profession” portion of Face to Face with Race shows, affirmative action policies designed to get blacks into fire departments and other professions have led to a decline in efficiency and quality of work. It’s not even a matter of diversity in general; when other races are mentioned in the book, such as Latinos or Asians, it’s either in a complementary fashion or at least favorable compared to blacks.

I can attest to this. I spent a good portion of last year living in the Philippines, a country where poverty is widespread and corruption is rampant. There was a huge homeless encampment just two blocks from my apartment in Manila. But even the poorest Filipinos carry themselves with a dignity and self-respect that is alien to the average Dindu. Compared to the crushing poverty of the third world, American blacks are some of the most privileged people on Earth… and they can’t stop bitching.

At the same time, I’d say that blacks don’t really hate whites. On a certain level, even the biggest deadbeat, muh dicked welfare queen knows that it’s the generosity and tolerance of whites that keeps her alive. Much in the same way that a parasite knows that sucking too much blood will kill the host, blacks know that alienating whites too much will end badly for them, as a white teacher who worked in a majority-black school relates:

I read a book by an expatriate Rhodesian who visited Zimbabwe not too many years ago. Traveling with a companion, she stopped at a store along the highway. A black man materialized next to her car window.

“Job, boss, (I) work good, boss,” he pleaded. “You give job.”

“What happened to your old job?” the expatriate white asked.

The black man replied in the straightforward manner of his race: “We drove out the whites. No more jobs. You give job.”

At some level, my students understand the same thing. One day I asked the bored, black faces staring back at me, “What would happen if all the white people in America disappeared tomorrow?”

“We screwed,” a young, pitch-black boy screamed back. The rest of the blacks laughed.

This is the tragedy underpinning Face to Face with Race: an entire race is dependent on the white devils they despise. The final chapters of the book drive this home. “Katrina Diary” is an account of a white man’s efforts to survive in New Orleans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina: his description of the Superdome, which was used to house (primarily black) survivors, is full of comic, Célinean observations:

I eventually got inside the dome and immediately regretted it. It was an absolutely putrid-smelling zoo. The air was so foul I could barely keep from throwing up even with my shirt pulled up over my nose. The strong urine/feces/ammonia smell made my eyes burn, and it was hard to see because the only light came from wall-mounted battery-powered emergency lights. The bathrooms had stopped working the day after the storm, so people started urinating and defecating any place they could find. The main concourse around the inside of the dome was a river of urine. I do not know how all those people inside could stand it.

But it’s the final chapter of the book, the only one that isn’t about American blacks, that hammers the point in hard. A first-hand account of post-apartheid South Africa, the author describes the decline of what was the Dark Continent’s most prosperous nation in exhausting detail. Left to their own devices, South African blacks have regressed to the continent’s mean, where crime, corruption and collapse are the order of the day.

Face to Face with Race excels primarily because it doesn’t try to force a narrative on you. Aside from Taylor’s introduction, the book is presented as simply the experiences of whites dealing with blacks. This approach provides a bleak insight into how millions of white Americans are slowly being radicalized. When you’re exposed to black dysfunction day in and day out but not allowed to say anything about it—indeed, are blamed for it by the left—eventually you’re just going to go nuts.

It’s this boiling pot of racial resentment—black resentment of whites, white frustration with black dysfunction—that will become the central issue of American politics in the coming years. As I and other writers have noted, the peculiar feminist obsessions of the modern media—“street harassment,” campus rape and “manspreading”—come from the hysteria of upper middle-class white women. As the U.S. becomes less white, the neuroses of white women will recede in national importance.

Face to Face with Race is a poignant, morbid portrait of what that world may look like. It’s an uncompromising look at race relations in the 21st century, where ressentiment, stupidity and culture come together to create a toxic souffle. As a record of whites’ experiences dealing with blacks, Face to Face with Race tears back the curtain of political correctness to reveal the truth within.

Click here to buy Face to Face with Race.

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