THE ROBERT W. WHITAKER ARCHIVE

I get unfriendly mail from READERS of WhitakerOnline.org

As long as you are a READER, bring it on. I love it.

We are having a ball on my blog. Every day I look forward to reading the READER comments there. They are GOOD. And believe me, not all of them agree with what I say.

It is such a relief to slug it out with someone I respect.

Every time I get into a battle with somebody on my blog or on Stormfront, there is one thing I never forget for a moment. The person I am battling with is someone who matters.

Many times I have refused to back down in a discussion on the subject of race while a roomful of people were screaming at me. Blacks and liberals were yelling and most of the respectable conservatives in the room were trying to shout even louder to prove they were even more anti-racist (anti-white) than the liberals and, therefore, truly Respectable.

The rest of the respectable conservatives were silently showing the cowardice that is the true sign of respectability.

When I am arguing with someone on the blog or on Stormfront, I keep in mind how relieved I would have been if one of you were to walk through the door while I was being viciously attacked from all sides.

You would NOT have kept your mouth shut. And when a person is fighting it out all alone, as I have had to do so many times, one person on my side would have made all the difference.

So taking criticisms or even attacks from you is no problem at all for that reason.

There is another reason I don't mind taking it from you.

You're worth it.

One of the great pains of political life is that you have to sit there and take it from people who are definitely NOT worth it. They are what I call "the little people."

Consider that roomful of shrieking morons. Here you have the white liberals, repeating what their professors and the other clowns told them. They think they thought of what they're saying, but every one of them says the same things in the same words.

It reminds me of an old priest who just heard his fifty thousandth confession. I am sure he is thinking to himself, "This is an awful thing to say, but I would give anything if somebody would come up with just ONE NEW SIN."

And then there are the respectable conservatives I have spent all these years having to work with. How LITTLE can you get? Their every word is predictable. They point to real problems, and then they give the same old answer that will pass liberal inspection.

And the screaming blacks! A black man I correspond with had the same lament I do. When you are watching some black "spokesman" talk, you can see that his frontal lobe has been turned off. It's like he's hypnotized. His eyes go blank and his mouth rattles off the same old crap, without pausing for a breath.

For me that guy is just one more of the Little People. But if you ARE black and you have a brain and ideas of your own, it must be torture watching those black-skinned mental midgets rattle on mindlessly.

It's even worse because those "black spokesmen" get what I call a Monkey Pass. The whites there assume that blacks have nothing to say, and that no matter how stupid what they say is, it is racist to confront them the way you would a white man.

It always used to be said that racists looked upon blacks as monkeys. Nobody treats a "black spokesman" as much like a talking monkey as a liberal or a respectable conservative moderator does.

And the black man with a brain has to take that, and he knows there is no way on earth he can object to it. For me, the Little People are a major irritation. For him, HIS Little People must cause him to wake up at night in a cold sweat.

So I have no problem taking it from you.