Did Y'all Know Black People were Being Slaughtered During Katrina?

[Houston911]

@Ineedmoney504 @Based Cheiftan @notoriusjerry @JaiSr23

Thoughts?

 

[BaggerofTea]

If you are black in America and not strapped up, you are losing plain and simple

 

[ZoeGod]

It's slightly deeper than that. Most people are domesticated and after 2 weeks of a SHTF situation would be going looney toons because they are not prepared.......I'm talking suburban families, hipsters, i
mmigrants, etc. Now that's the general population, now take blacj folks, we are just as domesticated and just as less prepared. When the electricity goes out for longer than a week, and then continues . There will be gangs of all stripes and colors roaming. So your statement is halfway right.

Here is the thing cities would become death traps since no supplies will be coming in. Where I at in Brooklyn the Fort Hamilton military base is located in majority white neighbor hoods of Bay Ridge, racist ass Bensonhurst, Fort Hamilton and Dyker Heights.Oh and they are close to the verrazano bridge that connects SI to BK. SI is predominantly white and a racist boro filled with ex military and cops. They did that shyt on purpose. Do you know what equipment is in a military base? Tanks, apcs, ammo, machine guns etc. So these cacs will be heavily strapped up and will do whatever they want to the surrounding neighborhoods. Those with guns hold all the power.

Cities are death traps. After a month people in the cities will try to leave and go to the suburbs and rural areas. Cities would be filled with extreme violence and crimes, disease and no natural food or water supply. That is where you will see extreme racial violece since alot if cacs live in the burbs and rural areas.

 

[Tflasha]

Damn I was in the Gulf Coast of Mississippi during Katrina and where I was at we were all helping each other. Ive heard that in some mostly black parts not too far from me they were getting treated like some animals tho when it came to getting things like water, food and stuff. The rapper Tito Lopez kinda talked about it in an interview with Jack Thriller on thisis50

me too... i was in biloxi/D'aberville area when katrina hit, my sis was stationed at keesler air force base. it took us 20hrs to get to texas

 

[TheDarkskinnedDrake]

That's why you have to arm yourself praying isn't going to save you when them bullets start flying

 

[↓R↑LYB]

Where?

By my math we're universally despised. Africans hate American Blacks from what I hear.

That's a lie breh. Stop getting your information second hand. If you want to know if Africans hate African Americans, take a trip to an African country and see if you're hated or embraced.

 

[ZoeGod]

This is a snippet of a cac racist book written by these patriot fakkits. Its called Enemies foreign and Domestic. Its a those gatriot militas wet drem book. The whole thing is that the New madrid fault line led to a major earthquake that threatens Arkansas,Missouri,Illinois,Kentucky,Missippi. It is 100 times worse then Katrina. Plus the country is in a depression. What this author is writing what he truly feels because I am no damn fool. This is what he truly wants to happen since white conservatives hate black people. He portrays black as savages and thugs when the Earthquake happened. This is what they plan to do. Listen to the code words and what these cacs are saying they will do indirectly:

"So there I was lying on the ground, still tied up hand and foot, close enough to the fire pit to feel the burning heat, right next to Mr. Brains Hanging Out, and then I heard a friendly voice behind me. 'Well, soldier boy--this appears to be your lucky night. It looks like your dinner plans have been unexpectedly canceled." A white voice. He had a Southern accent, but he sounded educated. Somebody knelt behind me and cut the rope off my hands, and then my ankles. I could barely tell I even had hands by then, until that pain came ripping back into them. I guess I was wincing or yelling, and the man behind me said, 'That's a good sign. If they hurt, that means your blood is moving again. Do you think you can walk? No offense, son, but this is not the kind of dining establishment that we generally prefer to patronize.' I'll never forget that. I laughed in spite of everything.

"I rolled onto my back, now that my wrists were free. I could look up and see who was talking to me by the orange firelight. There were four guys in camouflage BDU uniforms. Not the regular ACU Army camouflage; the old pattern, like we're wearing now. Woodland, I think it's called. Green and black face paint, not a bit of skin showing, but I could tell they were white men by how they talked. They all had rifles, and different kinds of load bearing vests and magazine pouches. The one who had been talking had a suppressor on the end of an M-4 carbine. It was a flattop rifle with a scope on top, a night scope. They were very well equipped. Everything was first class.

"He hoisted me back up to my feet, and two of them half-carried me down along the riverbank and into a boat. A big squared-off Jon-boat like they use in the South, with an outboard motor. A big enough boat to have a steering wheel on a console in the middle. Then we were out of there, but moving slowly--to keep quiet, I suppose. Plus, I knew the river was full of floating debris. One of the guys had night vision goggles, so I guess he could see well enough to drive, and avoid the debris. It was as black as a coal mine to me, once we were away from the cooking fire.

"They told me they were on a rescue mission. They were coming down the Wolf River the day after the second quake, trying to get to some trapped relatives. They couldn't get past the wrecked bridge that was blocked up with debris. They had to give up on their rescue mission and turn around, and that's when they saw me about to become the main entree. My luck had changed a hundred eighty degrees, just like that. All of this happened in the space of about twenty-four hours, from the second earthquake to my rescue. Crazy, but I couldn't complain about how it ended. Not when I'd been about to be thrown on a fire and eaten by cannibals.

"The only thing that bothered me was that my rescuers shot the two black girls along with the three men. The guy with the silenced carbine was using a night scope, and I thought maybe he couldn't tell the good guys from the bad guys, I don't know. Maybe they all looked like bad guys to him in his night scope, except for me, the tied-up guy about to be thrown on the fire. I gave them the benefit of the doubt about those two girls, when they rescued me. Hell, I don't know, maybe they saved those girls from getting gang-raped and going onto the fire after me. Or maybe those girls would have been gnawing on my bones in another hour. I'll never know what would have happened to those two girls if they hadn't been shot by my rescuers.

"But I'll tell you this: a lot of people died after those earthquakes, and most of them didn't die from the earthquakes, if you know what I mean. It's hard to tell who died from dehydration or hunger or disease, from those who were shot or stabbed or clubbed to death. Dead is dead--and dead men tell no tales, right? You could kill anybody after those earthquakes, and who would ever know what really happened? Dead bodies were all over Memphis, and I didn't see any cops or CSI's around them, that's for sure. Just buzzards and feral dogs. Anyway, those two young girls died right there by the fire. If my rescuers had any regrets about that, they didn't show it. Not one little bit.

"At night, refugees would build little campfires for warmth and for cooking, so they were easy for Hardesty to find. You could see them from literally a mile away, and then just stalk in toward them, using night vision. If they were white people, sometimes Hardesty helped them, gave them some food and water, or gave them directions and advice on where to go. Sometimes Hardesty just went on around them and left them alone. But if they were black...most of the time, they were shot. From a hundred yards out, with a night scope and a silencer, it's like shooting fish in a barrel. They said that they were taking out the trash, cleaning up Tennessee while they had the opportunity. They called it 'c00n hunting,' they said it was 'open season on ******s.' They said they were culling the herd and flushing out the gene pool. After shooting some blacks they'd say, 'NHI--no humans involved.' I think they enjoyed it, from what I saw.

"And not just blacks. One night on a 'rescue mission,' we found a camp that they thought was white people, but when we got up close enough to come into their firelight, we could tell they were Mexicans. Or maybe from somewhere else in Central America, I don't know. They were talking in Spanish. There were at least eight or ten men, from their teens to their fifties, and two or three women.

"That night there were seven of us out with Hardesty, counting me. We went out in two big aluminum hunting boats. They had special muffler boxes over the outboard motors to make them run so quiet that you almost couldn't hear them. From the front, when they were going slow, you couldn't hear them at all. The boats were painted green and brown camouflage, but they mostly used them at night when I was with them. The Wolf River was their secret highway at night. When we saw campfires, we'd beach the boats about a half mile away, and patrol in on foot.

"The Mexicans were camped in a field between four old cars. Like circling the wagons, you know? It looked like they were sleeping in their cars and under plastic sheet lean-to shelters, but when we approached, most of them were sitting in a circle around their fire, between the cars. It was a wretched, miserable night. Not really raining, but misting, almost drizzling.

"Hardesty could speak pretty good Spanish, I'd heard him, but that night he wouldn't. He could speak French and German too; he was very well educated. He could whip out quotes from famous people for almost every occasion. Lines of poetry too. Just pull them out to fit any situation, and not miss a beat. A real Renaissance man. Great sense of humor, at least with his group. A natural leader.

"So he kept ordering these Mexicans to speak English, speak English dammit, this is still America! He asked them why were they in America. He asked them if they had snuck over the border, or come in legally. 'Where were you born? Show me your green cards! Show me your visas!' They didn't have a clue what he was saying. He called them invaders and thieves and blood-sucking parasites. He said they didn't belong in Tennessee or any part of America, and to get the hell out of his country. He was livid, he was even angrier than when he was just killing blacks. He kept firing questions at them in English, but they couldn't answer him. Remember, this was last January, and that was months before the first North American Legion battalions were formed up and sent into Tennessee. So these were just poor dumb Mexican illegal aliens, not NAL troops or any-thing like that. That came later." Doug pronounced NAL so that it rhymed with pal.

"They were all huddled around their fire when we snuck up on them. We must have been a terrifying sight, all cammied up, with rifles. I had a rifle, too, by then--this rifle, in fact. Hardesty gave it to me himself. It came with this suppressor, just about all of his rifles had suppressors. He had a weapons room in his river house like a big-city SWAT team might have. This one is a semi-auto AR-15 carbine, but otherwise it's the same as a military M-4. I have a night scope for it, but its batteries died and I couldn't get any more. They're special batteries, impossible to find. You brought some in the dead traitor's pack, so I'll be back in business with night vision now. I just need to put the scope back on."

Jenny nodded, but didn't say anything.

"Since Hardesty rescued me, since he saved me from being cooked and eaten by a gang of blacks, he must have assumed that I'd be thrilled to join his little band of killers. I was another trigger puller in his private army, and obviously I'd be highly motivated, right? At first I was grateful, how could I not be? He had generators, diesel and gas tanks, freezers, meat, ice, beer...everything. All hidden in his own personal survivalist paradise. And I was grateful! They had saved my life, saved me from being killed and eaten by cannibals. So sure, I went out on 'rescue missions' with them. After all, we'd be saving more people like me from a horrible fate, right? I thought they were heroes, at first. I really did. For a while, I thought we were doing a good thing. It was like being in an unofficial National Guard unit, almost. An unofficial militia, kind of on the vigilante side. The Rescue Rangers. I would stay with them until I found the Army, or the Army found me. I suppose that's how I rationalized it.

"But they were enjoying it, especially killing blacks. They called black women 'breeders.' Hardesty said, 'For Pete's sake, don't let the breeders get away!' His friends laughed and said, 'We're finally breaking the cycle of poverty. We're the best welfare reformers in history.' And they meant it, too. After they shot them, they usually dragged their bodies into the river. 'Sending them down the river,' that's what they called it. 'Mail us a postcard from New Orleans,' they'd say. If they were too far from the river, they'd drag the bodies over their own campfire and burn them. Or they would just leave them where they fell. There were already so many bodies, who would ever notice a few more? Like you said, Jenny, there were no police anywhere.

"Most of the time they just snuck close enough to campfires to see if they were black people. Then they'd start sniping away, with their night scopes and infrared lasers and their sound suppressors. Fish in a barrel. But once we did actually rescue two white girls. They had been raped and beaten for days and days, so it wasn't entirely clear in my mind that what we were doing was just plain out-and-out murder. That night when we found the two white girls was a real rescue mission, no doubt about it. That night, we really were 'rescue rangers.' Hardesty was a perfect gentle-man toward those two, and he returned them to their families. One of those girl's brothers joined up with Hardesty's band right on the spot, after Web brought her home. That one mission made me question if what they were doing was more evil, or more virtuous. I was actually proud to be with Hardesty then.

 

[↓R↑LYB]

Wow.

Can we get a movie from this?

I know this sort of thing makes me want to prepare a lot more if shyt hits the fan.

It's funny that's the phrase you chose. That's why these preppers call a societal collapse (SHTF). They have entire websites dedicated to this shyt:

SHTF Plan - When It Hits The Fan, Don't Say We Didn't Warn You

And when the shyt does hit the fan, it's going to black people who are going to see white supremacy in its purest form.

 

[↓R↑LYB]

If you are black in America and not strapped up, you are losing plain and simple

Being strapped ain't good enough. Cacs are strapped up, but they're also trained, and PREPARED. At the prep shop I go to they have rows and rows of gun powder so you can create your own ammunition. They have books on creating and setting traps using common household items.

When I first went in there I thought it was just a gun shop. As I started looking around my jaw fukking dropped breh

 

[↓R↑LYB]

This is a snippet of a cac racist book written by these patriot fakkits. Its called Enemies foreign and Domestic. Its a those gatriot militas wet drem book. The whole thing is that the New madrid fault line led to a major earthquake that threatens Arkansas,Missouri,Illinois,Kentucky,Missippi. It is 100 times worse then Katrina. Plus the country is in a depression. What this author is writing what he truly feels because I am no damn fool. This is what he truly wants to happen since white conservatives hate black people. He portrays black as savages and thugs when the Earthquake happened. This is what they plan to do. Listen to the code words and what these cacs are saying they will do indirectly:

I'm gonna start stock piling ammo from now on.

 

[the class]

I wasn't in America for Katrina. I knew it was bad, but had no idea it was like THAT.

 

[ZoeGod]

Enemies Foreign and Domestic Web Site Part 1
Enemies Foreign and Domestic Web Site Part 2
Enemies Foreign and Domestic Web Site Part 3

The Jenny character is a lily white girl who wasnt racist but after he mother got killed by a bunch of black "savages'" and now is racist towards them. The author is trying to make the reader be sympathetic and understand her reason being racist. Oh no she wasnt racist it was those black acting uncivilized that made her racist. You heard alot of this after ferguson and Baltimore from conservatives saying they wasnt racist before but now they are after blacks acted like animals. This author aint slick he is just as racist and is expressing his true beliefs. When shyt gets bad these whites wat your job will kill you and call you a looter.

 

[WhodatWhoadi]

This is so true. Even after Charleston you still have black folks for gun control and still think there is good white people. They dont understand that about 65-75% of white society would support genocide of black folks. Do they really think the white liberal like Chris Hayes or Rachel Maddow who never shoot a gun will do when those white nationalsit militias put they guns at they face. White liberals will either get killed or submit quietly. Then we will be on our own.

 

[Mass]

Cops were killing people.

I bet @unit321 was either down there doing it, or simply can't believe that his beloved police friends were killing people unnecessarily.

 

[315]

This is the stuff that makes me when people use the term "Coli Militant" as a pejorative towards us on here. Maybe, just frikin maybe, EVERY Black person should have at least a little bit of militancy in them. At least a little. I'm pissed at 1AM. Just pissed....

I don't think we can even begin to combat centuries of this by just "buying Black" and being soft and passive aggressive about everything. Our situation in this country has been extreme and it's gonna take an extreme approach to achieve any kind of get back. shyt like this is happening and muthafukkas on here get in the feelings about name calling. FOH