Message from @Pretorius
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@Virtue can you hear me
i heard all of lthat
it was good
i dont know why you cant hear me but I can hear you
What was white percentage in america in 1960s?
90%+?
Around 90%
at most 90%
According to census numbers it's about 88.6% in the 60s with the 30s and 40s being the highest at 90%
crit·i·cal the·o·ry
noun
a philosophical approach to culture, and especially to literature, that seeks to confront the social, historical, and ideological forces and structures that produce and constrain it. The term is applied particularly to the work of the Frankfurt School.
Stay huwhite:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRY2ZNsmafU
gandalf the huwhite. obvious allegory for huwhite power
*goes back to listening to 1+ hour of Gandalf Falling*
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Ooooh nice I'm green
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the only disadvantage to being super white is that i just become more of a freckled monster the more i get out in the sun Q.Q did yard work today and even just 90 minutes has left me burned... and since i don't tan, i'm just going to go back to pale with freckles all over the place
LMFAO
truly a daughter of Adam :p
i need to start wearing long sleeves all the time lol
*Give me control of a Nation's memes, and I care not who makes it's laws* - Lord Kek, circa 1488 BC
omg the freckles
Freckles are implicitly white.
I'm not going into details about my family life or any of that bullshit because I don't do drama.
But I'll say any of this: if you need pills to maintain your state of mind or to keep you barely alive, you're probably better off dead. Just throwing that out there.
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Wtf
@Dyno wyd
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"Since the dawn of history the Negro has owned the Continent of Africa—rich beyond the dream of poet’s fancy, crunching acres of diamonds beneath his bare black feet. Yet he never picked one up from the dust until a white man showed to him its glittering light. His land swarmed with powerful and docile animals, yet he never dreamed a harness, cart, or sled. A hunter by necessity, he never made an axe, spear, or arrow-head worth preserving beyond the moment of its use. He lived as an ox, content to graze for an hour. In a land of stone and timber he never sawed a foot of lumber, carved a block, or built a house save of broken sticks and mud. With league on league of ocean strand and miles of inland seas, for four thousand years he watched their surface ripple under the wind, heard the thunder of the surf on his beach, the howl of the storm over his head, gazed on the dim blue horizon calling him to worlds that lie beyond, and yet he never dreamed a sail! He lives as his fathers lived—stole his food, worked his wife, sold his children, ate his brother, content to drink, sing, dance, and sport as the ape!"