Michael Weller
"An
Island for Whites", Book IX

Chapter 69

 

Pogrom – four cards

 

Narrative, folks, is the kind of bullshit that postmodernists have come up with to piss about anything without embarrassment – unlike a story. That is, you saw something, heard something, learned something – and you tell it. You tell everything honestly as you saw, and heard, and understood it. On the contrary, some other one, being stoned, saw a dragon fighting an elephant instead of a fight between two drunks. You tell him: do not utter fucking lies! Yet he says: you have such a narrative, and I have another one, and neither of them is better or worse. I told him: what are you talking about, I saw the truth! Yet he replies: there is no objective truth at all, so that one thing is true for you, and another for me, and fuck off.

In short: a record in the logbook of an aircraft carrier is fundamentally no different from a Malay folk tale. Just different narratives. Do you understand?

So the narrative is a respected word, and this concept is important and generally accepted. Well, so get your fucking narratives:

A STORY OF A JEW

Rumors of a pogrom had been circulating in our city for several days. It would be necessary to flee, but how? And where to? All cars were already confiscated, and social security patrols were on duty at the exits of the city. The Gersteins, our neighbors, left at night without taking anything with them. We didn't hear about them anymore, and when the next day a Latino family occupied their house, they cursed terribly that they didn't find any money and jewelry.

And Emily was only five months old with us, and Grandma Judith, who lived with us then, she managed to escape from Baltimore… She told terrible horrors about it so I just shook with fear at night, she could hardly walk, where can you take her? .. So my mother reassured us that we had good relations with everyone, and there were never any conflicts with blacks either, so everything will work out: what for to offend us? We have done no harm to anyone.

On Saturday morning we all went to the synagogue, and Emily was taken, and Judith was rolled in her chair: usually only dad and mom went, but somehow they didn't want to leave us at home alone. And just around the corner of Maple Street we saw smoke coming from the window of the synagogue, black like that, not very much of it. And then we see – a crowd at the entrance of a different kinds, whites, and blacks, and Mexicans, all sorts. And one raises a torch over his head, and this is not a torch, but a scroll is burning. And we see – the Jews from the synagogue making their way through the crowd, and they are beaten, tripped up, and those who are lying down are kicked. Well, we ran back home as fast as we could.

We had a supply of food, and the water line worked, of course, so we began to stay at home. And on TV they showed only shows and news about all the good things, and the Internet was turned off a long time ago. And the phones did not work, i.e. they did not connect.

When it began to get dark, dad took out a gun. He got it right from the back wall of the shelf in the kitchen, I noticed it, and he didn't really hide it from me. That's when I got really scared – because possession of weapons led to capital punishment. It's okay, dad said, it'll be fine.

In short, they came to our house already at night, a lot, probably a hundred people. There was a lantern in the street at the gate, and on the opposite side too, and above the house, so that they could be clearly seen.

Dad went out on the porch with a gun and he was immediately shot dead. He didn't even have time to say anything. And immediately they began to throw stones at the windows, they smashed everything, and in the room too, they broke in and began to break everything. And they shouted everything ... you understand. They hit Judith with a bat on the head. Emily... got hit too. And that's it. Mom ... Well ... That is…

Then my mother clung to me, did not let go, they threw us into a truck together, took us right at night to some farm, to a cattle pen, and there were already a lot of ours, Jews, all beaten, clothes torn, even afraid to speak to each other. Even if someone gives someone a handkerchief to bandage, or otherwise helps, then it all was silently, almost in a whisper, saying a few words, and that's it.

And my mother began to dig a hole near the fence post. Then she dragged a piece of a board of some kind, a can of crumpled Coca-Cola. And she says: lie down, she says, I'll bury you, don't be afraid, I'll just sprinkle a little so that nobody can see it. And where your face is, I'll put this board and put a jar so that you can breathe into the crack. You have to endure this day, and when we are all taken away, get out quietly and go away from the city. You don't look like a Jew, you meet whites – say that you are from Rockville, where the feds destroyed your entire block for supporting the partisans, you hid alone in the garage, and your last name is Bishop, and that's it. Hold on, son, be patient. And she kissed me and cried.

The hardest part was not sneezing or coughing. And I really wanted to drink. Well… If you want to live, you will suffer.

In the afternoon they were loaded into a truck and taken away. I heard shouts: quickly move, it'll be a travel, you will have your promised land! To a concentration camp, where else were they taken.

And I lay like that until the evening, there was no one left, an abandoned farm. And then I got out and went. As I see a car on the road – I lie down in some kind of hollow. And in the evening there was a river, so I drink there, bathed, and felt some relief. And the next day I see a farm, and a horse and a riding cart rode by a woman. Well, I went out to the road, got up. There were good people.

I was eight years old then. I myself did not remember how America was a great country, from ocean to ocean, the strongest and richest. Mom and dad used to talk sometimes. I don't remember much, of course. But I remember they told me not to tell others, otherwise they could put us all in the camp.

They did it anyway putting into a camp those who remained alive.

A STORY OF A MUSLIM

That's when we finally got even with them! Relieved our heart restrained for so many years! They sowed hatred throughout the land, they seized all the money by cunning, they pitted Muslims against each other for centuries, and our brothers killed each other in the name of their goals! These creatures of Iblis inflict damage on people with their very stinking breath, they always speak sweetly and kindly, and behind the words they hide the snake thoughts of their black hearts. They suck everything out of people, all the strength, all the money, all the good, and where they settled, soon only an empty shell of life remains, like the shells of an eaten egg.

After the Friday prayer, Askhab said that we should not disperse and gather in the garden behind the mosque. And he said that tomorrow it will begin, it was our turn to join jihad. And he recalled the hadith of al-Bukhari:

"The Prophet said: And the hour will not come until you fight with the Jews, and the stone behind which the Jew hides will cry out: O faithful, here is a Jew hiding, come and kill him!"

We were not afraid of the law of the infidels, and some had weapons, we spit on prohibitions. And when Friday was over, we gathered in the morning at their synagogue, and when more Jews came in, they threw incendiary bottles into the windows, and then burst inside and let's mill them with bats and reinforcing bars! Kasym got used to it so much that with the tip of the bat he tried to hit exactly on this one of them, on the top of his head, on the kippa: shpok! – and one is ready.

But the security guard – what a bitch! – he has managed to shoot three of ours at the door, and where did that bastard get a gun banned everywhere? Well, they just kneaded him into minced meat. And those filthy scrolls of theirs were burned, and then they pissed all over the synagogue. Enough, enough of their begging from their god of money for themselves and misfortune for everyone else.

By that time, there were no police in the city at all, filthy pigs, their racist police department was closed. So we walked our own streets like masters. And the houses of the Jews were already marked by Askhab, so he led us, there were already two hundred of us, probably. The inhabitants all hid, and they did the right thing, cowardly jackals.

In the very first house, the owner was immediately disposed of, and two his bitches were still young, well, these whores were fucked in line until they died. Maybe they will catch their breath later, so Rustam cut their throats just in case. The beads are there, the bracelet is beautiful, all kinds of earrings, the guys profited something, and the rest was broken. So much evil boiled in us over these kikes!

And here on the Eastern Alley, we just started walking from the Second – we were met with fire! An ordinary house, yet from the second floor the gun slams, and from the other window – an assault rifle shoots in bursts! Do you understand, those bastards kikes?! Laws were not for them, they kept weapons, though they ought to be immediately sent to the camp for that. Salih was killed, there were many wounded, we ran away immediately. Then our armed men surrounded this kike nest making their way behind other houses. They riddled everything and burned it with bottles. Just imagine those bitches still dare to shoot!

Then we already go as a column, as though bypassing. Just as we catch up with a house – then immediately a hundred stones flow in the windows, as we shout: "Open!" And four with guns stand along the house securing us: whoever shows up – he immediately gets a bullet in the forehead. And it went so well! Windows – dzen! Doors – break! The furniture is cracking, the dishes are shattered, the men get hits in the balls, the women are beaten and receive insertion between the legs. That was a holiday, a real holiday!

Then we go to one whose family is hiding upstairs, as is customary, and he, therefore, comes forward, wanting to show courage. And what kind of courage to expect as he is stooped, narrow shoulders, thick glasses on a hooked nose, a beard in tatters, and those curled pigtails, sidelocks dangling in front of his ears. For them these means being strongly believing. A conservative Jew or whatever: a pale muzzle – just a laughing stock.

Ashab says:

"You Jews have convinced me. Saturday is more important than Friday. On Friday, we only prayed, but on Saturday, Allah enabled us to rejoice our souls with a deed pleasing Him. Thanks to you, we will remember this day forever and will rejoice.

And this one, whether he is their rabbi or someone else, says:

"Everyone will remember this day, and the Almighty will punish you.

"Why do you need the Almighty," says Askhab, "I will punish you on my own".

With one hand he raised his beard, and with the other – so instantly! – he waved a knife, and cut his throat to the spine. And he stepped back immediately. But Tair did not have time to move away so he was splashed with blood all over.

Their little ones were merely smashed on the floor with their heads. As to those grown up, well, some were used, of course. After all, they are enemies, nonhumans, with them it all is not a sin. Why should their asses go to waste?

... To be honest, we did not reach the end getting tired already. And also the pleasure somehow decreased. I already wanted to sleep. So, little by little, people began to disperse. Those who got a lot of junk were the first to leave: you won't be running into home with two bags in your hands.

However, if they knew it in advance, maybe they would not have dispersed. Because in the morning all those still alive, they were all gathered by a special service, and the so called deportation began.

A STORY OF A LATINO

When I left Monclova and crossed the Rio Grande near Ojinaga, I was not yet nineteen. I worked in the States at whichever works. I washed dishes, picked fruits, was a valet, and washed windows. Five years later, I got adjusted more or less, so I settled in East Los Angeles and became a pusher. I was not attracted to the drug trade, but what to do if there is nothing more profitable than drugs? They gave me a loan, taught me how to deal, everything was as usual. The main thing is what? – Do not get hooked yourself and do not get into debt.

But I've always been stubborn, and two years later saved up some money and left for good, to the West, cutting all ties. I settled there. During those two years, I looked closely at what people had to do, so I bought a shop here, such a shop with goods enough for the first turn, and I began doing business. I won’t say that it jumped sharply, but it didn’t burn out either. I got up slowly, and married a nice girl, also from Mexico. Gabriela born me Agata and then Enrique, we bought a house, paid off a loan, everything was like with other people. The children went to school. 

Well, then there was the Catastrophe so that everything came to an end. A summons came, then a federal official, and I was required to set the minimum wage for an employee and also the insurance for him. Two months later, I fired him as it was too expensive; but it did not help. It did not help because they set maximum prices for basic goods, and forbade me to raise them. Yet inflation is in progress, and everything goes up in price. Then a summons came for the wrong payment of tax, I barely got out of it paying only fines, but all the rest of the money went to a lawyer. And then they told me that my store now belongs to the people. And officials will manage it on behalf of the people telling me what to sell and at what price.

I had no savings left, and there was nothing to pay for the house. The bank took it. And we began to rent a two-bedroom apartment in a bad area.

And then I was arrested for six months for swearing at Washington and socialism: it turned out to be domestic terrorism and a hate crime.

While I was serving my time, my daughter was raped, right in the afternoon, on the street. And no one interceded, everyone was afraid – now they put you in jail for anything, for hitting a bastard.

I was never interested in politics, but in prison they explained to me who arranged this in America so that it is impossible to live and the government takes everything away from you, and all scum scoffs. In my youth in Los Angeles, I would have shot those scumbags, I would have slaughtered those who raped. But now – there are no weapons, no police, you will not find anyone.

And when there was talk that the Jews should answer for their socialism and the dictatorship of the government, none of us had any doubts: it is necessary to take revenge on those who destroyed our lives.

Yes, we have arranged for them. Now we have nowhere to run. There is nowhere to run from America as there are no more good countries left on earth: nowhere is it possible to live like a human being any more.

I'm no longer young, as you can see. But I have cut two throats. It's a revenge for my entire life that has gone to waste. There is no pity left in my heart. I set fire to their houses, I watched their daughters being raped, and I thought: now you will feel the same as I felt. Be damned all of you.

A STORY OF A WHITE STRAIGHT MALE PROTESTANT

They probably thought they could get away with it. That they came up with their own Marxism and socialism, seized schools and universities, bought up newspapers and television, the entire Internet with Facebook and Twitter, fucked everyone with their critical racial theory, bred homosexuals and all sorts of perverts, set the whole people against each other ... Damn, they destroyed the country! They corrupted the youth, slandered our history, desecrated the faith, turned blacks into beasts, organized terror in the cities – šand they thought they would triumph! Fuck them!

Where were they when we conquered the wild lands from nature and the Indians? Where were they when we fought for independence? Where were they when the North fought the South and abolished slavery? Damned smart asses, traders, talkers, bankers, fucking producers! They always come at the end when everything is ready. Doctors, professors, journalists, directors, bloodsucking lawyers, who hell did ever honest hard work!

It was they who invented this garbage of theirs to our detriment: as though morons are equal to smart ones, invalids are equal to healthy ones, faggots are equal to normal ones, blacks are equal to whites, women are equal to men, so everyone should be mixed equally in all jobs, and everyone should be paid the same salary. And one day I thought… Honestly! I did think so! Then, since everybody are equal, the dead are equal to the living. Got it, bitch? Then a dead kike is equal to a living kike – and then there will be complete equality.

If you destroyed our country with your fucking teachings, then you should be destroyed too. It's fair and right, isn't it?

Therefore, when more and more Muslims settled in America, and they began beating Jews right on the streets in our town, we did not interfere with the Muslims. The Jews themselves were against the police yet for entry of more Muslims, right? So let them taste their own medicine into their muzzles.

And when the Negroes were more and more beating the Jews and cursing them, we did not interfere. On the contrary, we silently supported them. What for did the Jews shove such fucking things as the thoughts about equality of results into their stupid black heads as though one can idle playing dick, but demand a good life for oneself blaming white people for everything. Damn, the savages just got off the palm tree, and then they were given all the rights of civilization, yet they still bite the feeding hand. And those faggots in their synagogues are only inciting them.

In short, when everything was turned off, and electricity was supplied for three hours a day, and food only by coupons, and weapons were confiscated, then the cars, then the Internet was turned off – the people went berserk. Well, and when the people went berserk, there are pogroms.

If everyone starts smashing everyone out of rage, well, that's just a fucking disaster. If to kill all blacks and Muslims prophylactically so that they do not kill you? It's not very good either: federal punishers will come, those, called the "social security service". They will shoot half the city taking the other half into the camp, for government work. So, you have no way: God himself has designated the Jews for the pogrom. Muslims are very stupid, but blacks are even more stupid. I know who compiled the list of our Juice with their addresses which were given to both Arabs and Negroes. Well, they were already burning with zeal on their own.

In fact, it were ours from Antifa who went ahead of these stupid rioters, as usual. We were the first to come to synagogues, smash windows and throw Molotov cocktails. And we were the first to throw stones at Jewish houses and break doors. Those stupid ones can't even come to where needed on their own. And when they finally come, so long as they don't break everything, loot it, fuck everyone and slaughter everyone – they won't move further. One word – brutes. However, brutes can also be useful.

Many of us also joined, of course. Smashing is such a contagious thing. With a bat – by the table! By the chair! By dishes! Damn! Ding! And then it naturally leads to a bat in the face, along the mouth, so that the teeth shatter as crumbs! It addicts, of course. Any person has such sadistic dreams, to be honest.

Lots of blood, of course. In general, the spectacle is not for the faint of heart. Glass crunches underfoot, broken doors slam, unfinished Jews howl. In the morning we went through, picked everyone in trucks and drove to the farm of old Gustafsson, outside the city. From the mayor's office they called the district in the evening, their wire telephone was still working, and the next day they brought transport from there, four trucks, stuffed all these people there – and into the camp, all those dears. And then – you know what.

But, by the way, we took care: they had a well and a bucket there on the farm, so there was water to drink: for they were there day and night in a paddock under the sun. Let them drink, we are not animals after all.