"White Self - Hate Master - Stroke Of The Enemy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rockwell George L)

done speaking, then the guilty looks on the faces of more and more kids who rose
up, until all (except me) were standing to give honor to a man who had just
announced he was going to utterly DESTROY them - women and children and our
whole RACE!
I had HEARD about this sort of thing happening - just last month as I was
speaking at one college in Wisconsin, Stokely Carmichael was speaking only a few
miles away at another. He got up and hollered, "BLACK POWER!", and openly
announced his intention of leading a "burn-baby-burn" ATTACK on White people,
hollering "Get Whitey!" - and got the same "standing ovation", as I had just
seen twice in one day, and in the "deep South"!! WHY?
In all of history, no people have ever sunk so low they have given cheers and
ovations to their own executioners. Some people have become too rotten to
resist, but no people ever before has sunk so low as have those of our people
who stand and cheer when told by arrogant Negroes that the blacks fully intent
to WIPE US OUT AS A RACE!
The blacks holler, "GET WHITEY!" - and WHITEY CHEERS AND APPLAUDS! Surely you,
too, must have tried to figure it all out!
Lying there in bed in the Sheraton Motel in Winston-Salem, in the fancy room
they always get for you on these visits, I think I found the answer: GUILT! -
Self HATE!
The South has been BEATEN half to death, over a hundred years ago, now, and it
has its psychological toll.
The approach of the second reconstruction, now under way, has acted precisely
like the approach of the torturer, after a solid year of uninterrupted torture,
in a Chinese brainwashing camp.
Sargant, in his magnificent, 'BATTLE FOR THE MIND', describes how the mind
reverses itself when driven past the point of any further "bending" under the
stress of physical privation, unbearable mental tensions and outright torture.
He describes how the victim of endless torture, becomes a FANATICAL WORSHIPPER
of his torturers! Like a whipped dog, he crawls up to lick the hand of the
brutal master wielding the stick on him.
Before I turned in for the night, I spent several hours in the room with
assorted interested groups who kept coming and going, once they knew my room
number. Usually, I run them off because of the need to get some rest (I had to
fly out next a.m. at 6:30 for the next speech), but in this case, I desperately
wanted to learn as much as I could about these Southern kids who seemed so crazy
about coons, and how they got that way.
First, I learned that MOST of the rabid ones were NOT Southerners. The first
ones up in the "standing ovation" scenes were almost all Jews and similar
"liberals" from the NORTH!
When they got into my room, in groups of ten or twenty, and away from the mob
scenes, I found the Southern kids were mostly O.K.
ALMOST TO A MAN - AND GIRL - THEY APOLOGIZED TO ME FOR WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN THE
AUDITORIUM THAT AFTERNOON!
Acting as though they, themselves, had not been part of that standing ovation
scene, they all explained to me that the Negro was the local football hero, that
the student body was not what it seemed, that they were NOT all crazy about
coons there, etc., etc.
I asked each one of them why he or she thought it all happened, and most of them
came up with the ANSWER I think is right. They used different terms, of course,