Black Americans — I Love You


I write a lot about race relations in America today, Because I really, really care deeply about race relations in America today.

Black Americans face serious obstacles in America today. None of those serious obstacles is called: White Hostility Toward Black Americans Because of The Color of Their Skin.

Much more powerful is the constant deluge of propaganda coming from American “culture” telling our black brothers and sisters that they’re nothing but victims of the only thing that is not actually a big problem in their lives: white hostility toward them because of the color of their skin.

It would take an extraordinary person to overcome that relentless noise, that ceaseless racket, that constant, mind-numbing cascade of crap.

When I see someone overcome that awful deluge of racist filth raining down on his head, I can do nothing more than applaud, with a tear in my eye and a lump in my throat. And my heart fills with love and respect for that person.

So many black Americans fall for the Niagara Falls of garbage that rains down on them. So few resist it successfully, and overcome it.

There’s only one power in Heaven and Earth that can overcome the trash propaganda every time — the ultimate manifestation of the power of love: Jesus.

When I see black Americans who’ve listened to and understood the message of Jesus, and how much they love people — all people — I realize how much I love them. And I’m so grateful to them for showing me how much I love all black people. And all people.

Black people are beleaguered by serious pressures: hostility, noise, sound and fury … and they don’t deserve to be so beset.

You and I would look at any people in similar circumstances and our hearts would go out to them, and we’d bend all our efforts to bring them relief, to bring them happiness, joy, prosperity, health … peace.

The vast majority of white people do perceive their black brothers and sisters precisely that way. Sometimes we neglect to say it.

I realize that I’ve spent a lot of time doing what I can to expose the “Black Lives Matter” movement, and the rest of the fraudulent, racist, hatred-drenched Race Grievance Industry.

I’ve spent a lot of time in the presence of black racists, doing what I can to debunk their poisonous, hatred-filled state of mind. I’ve spent a lot of  time pointing out how horrid, how limiting, how squelching, stultifying, stupefying their thinking is.

I’ve successfully debunked the thinking of the black racists. I recognize that success because of the inability of the racists to debate with me, without banishing me from their blogs. The one who’s confident in his argument has no need to banish anyone from his blog.

With all that debunking and disproving and argument-winning, I’m pretty sure that I’ve way, way too infrequently told black Americans that I love them. Period. No conditions. No ifs, ands or buts about it.

Black Americans, I love you. Period. No conditions. No ifs, ands or buts about it.

Why do you think I’ve cared to argue with you so much? If your son or daughter were heading down a rugged, or horrid, or stress-filled, or … wrong … path, what would you say to him or her?

Would you bend every effort you could to help him? To give him wise counsel? To give him tools that would improve his life and prospects? What would you do for your son or daughter? Your brother or sister?

Would you argue with him? Would you sometimes say things that might make him think you don’t love him? Would you grow exasperated with him? A little angry? Would you say powerful things? Powerful enough to win the argument… and hurt his feelings?

If you were armed with truth, and logic, and knowledge, and imagery, and stories, and education, and statistics and history, would you use all that to show him how much you know, and how easy it is to prove him wrong?

In so doing, would you make it really difficult for him to understand that you’re only doing all that because you love him?

I have.

Black Americans, I love you. Period. No conditions. No ifs, ands or buts about it.

I know that the racists among their ranks — and there are many, the ones who’ve bought the filth from the general culture — will accuse me of condescending, or of talking down, or lying, or something else horrible. I expect that. Those who’ve bought the crap will believe whatever they believe, no matter what. But, not when they encounter the real power.

It’s the real power, the power that you can see here, that lets me say, from the bottom of my heart, “Black Americans, I love you! I pray that every one of you will live long lives, filled with happiness, love, laughter, overflowing with joy, great, good health, satisfaction, challenge, reward, prosperity and peace.”

I pray that you’ll see that love in the eyes of every person you ever meet. I pray that you’ll see that love in my eyes when you encounter me. It’s there.

— xPraetorius

 

 

 

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