I wanted to like them or, at least, tolerate them. I wanted all men to be equal and for there to be goodness and potential in each of us. I grew up on a steady mental diet of political correctness and forced "anti-racism". The ingraining process was long and thorough, yet ever there remained a part of my mind that remained disquieted with musings. Miniscule seeds thirsting for knowledge that would later bloom and bear fruit of doubt and then, eventually, thorns of contempt would emerge...
lol, but anyway
Fucking coons. Isn't it bad enough for a race to be unsightly, undisciplined, unnecessary, and unintelligent. Did they really have to add in the smell, murder, rape, parasitism, and the more or less complete lack of contribution to mankind.
If niggers were a farm animal, or if they were a pet, or if they were plant, they would be systematically weeded out of society and possibly sterilized for their own good as well as the good of mankind.
My attempts to even speak about the subject with friends, family, etc, has ended terribly. It was even so when I presented them with hard facts and attempted little bias.
I fear the majority of these sheep will allow their shepherds to lead off to them off a precipice or be consumed by the wolves they've so lovingly enabled and accepted.
In short, niggers.