One time I went into the Cotton Club, and there was a young black man there, along with a collection of white male thugs. (One of the bouncers, a very tall guy, had blood on his shirt at one point.) And I went up to the bar, and a black-haired woman with a pierced tongue demanded that I smile - the black bouncer, tall and bald and ripped, stood and watched, smiling at me. But I am so small and ugly compared to such a black man - yet this black-haired vixen asked me to smile? Why should I smile? I am inferior in your eyes to this gigantic [censored] standing nearby.
And the pounding hip hop made me feel giddy - it made me feel profoundly sexual, as it were - and I looked, and saw a young blonde standing a little further up in the club, totally on her own despite being fit, and she was gyrating, shaking her thing, with her hands above her head, as it were, beckoning a seducer to come hither. But I did not go up to her - how could I, deformed dwarf and chimp that I am, worthless piece of crud that I am! - and yet neither did the black guy.
If the black guy did go up to her he would have been able to take her and have her for the night.
Black men have supremacy over us.
White women prefer them.
The black forms of music, white woman consider superior.
White women everywhere want black men.
And they are happy to let us know that we are inferior compared to them ....
GIve me equality.
I dream of a day when white women will someday begin to see white men as human again.
But I don't hold my breath.
I die to escape this horror of being born white-skinned and ugly.