So there I will be (we presume). In this city in summer. And all the young men do their football tournament for under-16s. And the negro teams arive, and the hotdog and candy floss stands are set up, and the mothers take their children out to play in the unused bits of the field and in the playpark, and there are lots of young and old people about. And the black football players seduce the young white girls. The black players win all their games. And young blondes go down to the football fields, with sexy looks in their eyes, for to set their evil eyes upon the young, fit bodies of the negroes ... and the white girls' tongues hang out, and they pant, and they feel them moistening down below, and they long and they crave for the black men to be inside of them ....
The self-same young women ignore me, my bills pile up, no one employs me, and everyone pretends that it's all okay ... I'm here on my own, treated worse than a dog, while the white women lavish all their money and attention and affections on black men ... I walk through the town and see blondes dating blacks in every restaurant, bar, club ... all I get when I walk into such places are annoyed glances ... I see black men strolling about in suits, with blonde secretaries, or else I see them holding hands and striding about town with blonde lovers, or lying next to their blonde lovers in the fields and parks, stroking their legs, almost as it were making love to blonde women for all to see ... I go out early in the morning to see black men walking down the street with blonde girls behind them, I see black men in cars with blonde women sitting in the passenger seat ... I see gangs of Paki youth swarming about, with blonde girls congregating near them ... only the white boys don't get any attention from blonde girls around here ....
And I am left out of all of this, and the blonde women prefer their swarthy hottentot seductors.
And people wonder why I want to kill myself before this coming summer?
Why must the white woman exclude me in her racism?