Michael Weller
"An Island for Whites", Book VI, Chapter 44

The Criterion of the Superiority

What the head of the third barracks said at the evening roll call: 

"Well, so what, you whores, prostitutes, dick-suckers, sex workers of the fucking front? Everybody are in place, aren't you? And where would you go? New gal, number 19–190! What? You skinned your knees on pebbles, do you? Working in a quarry is not like twisting cojons for a hundred bucks per cojon, right? Those fined in the second category – today you will not have dinner. The rest are going to the dining room. Brigadiers and elders – in front, do not even think to violate the order. To left! Forward march! Sing along you, unfucked bitches: louder, with more joy!" 

What the prisoner number 19-190 said, sitting in the semi-darkness on the bunk and leaning her back against the corrugated plastic wall of the barrack, to the same fined friend: 

Since the very beginning, I set a condition for him: I will work, I can do almost everything, only without that, coprophilia; in short, so that there be no shit. However, I will not serve blacks: not because I am racist, but because it's disgusting. I respect them OK. To work together, to eat together – it's OK, no problem. However, as I see that black dick, a hose like in a horse, like a smoked sausage – I can't. I can't if that black skin touches me – am I obliged, after all? 

Well, you know pimps: they are so affectionate at first, you know, like honey. Okay, he says, but please understand me too: if the rumor goes that I'm a racist, how can I work? They will put me in jail, and they will jail you all too. So let's make a deal: I'll send you one for a test, a young, clean, normal guy, and you try to serve him in a good manner. 

Such a nice client comes, polite: well, those thick lips there, a gorilla nose, lamb hairs, but generally normal. I thought: let me have a drink before that: this is like a test for a profession you have to pass. After all, many others fuck with blacks just OK. I drank. He touches me, his palms are pink while his hands are black, and he sticks his fingers everywhere. I closed my eyes, but I still imagine it all.  

Well, I wanted to do it in doggy style, but he wants to see everything like a missionary, which means he also wants to look me in the face. And I already have booze down my throat. In short, as he stuck his black one in me and I imagined it inside myself, I threw up in his face. Well, I couldn't do anything with me, I didn't even have time to turn away. 

Well, he battered me severely, of course. I did not work for two weeks treating bruises. And he informed on me to Dika-Rika, our manager, you know, a protected pimp, a thunderstorm of the thirtieth block, to the fullest. Dick-Rick said to me: why, couldn't you suck a lemon? OK, don't take blacks, Margo and Jane will back you up with blacks, if anything. Well, at least can you do Latinos? No problem, I say, Latinos are fine, young people are often handsome there. 

However, that black fag snitched on me to the Equality Police. They rolled up to our salon, handcuffed me, two days in a cell – and welcome to the court.

What did a friend say, sitting next to her on a pillow and treating a brand new number 19-190 with a half of a real cigarette: 

"If they tell you about me as though I were dyke, don’t believe them: they envy me because the elder is afraid of me. In the last zone, the girls put a knife in the pussy of one snitching and ripping it to the ribs. They thought as though it were me, but they couldn't prove anything. They only kept me in the punishment cell for two months. Hold on to me, it will be safer for you that we are sleeping next to each other. 

"There are no blacks here, they do not imprisoned them at all, and to hell with them, everything is for the better: at least you can live normally here. As to me, I would personally castrate those goats, men, sexual maniacs. With your left hand you take a dick, and with your right – just slash it with the razor! And let go the next one. You know, I would cut off ten stumps, and all the rest become like silk. Fuck each other in the ass – and that's it, that's what we welcome!" 

What the judge said under the shadow of the American flag before sentencing in an almost empty courtroom:  

"We see how deeply systemic racism lives in people of the vicious white race. Systemic racism smolders in white people at the level of instinct, at the level of physiological reactions. We have a long and difficult path of struggle to ensure that racism, in instinct, do not exist ... All people have an equal right to love. All people have an equal right to happiness. All people have an equal right to have the same product for the same price. And so here, the American citizen, the member of society, the taxpayer... well, it doesn't matter, it doesn't really matter... is denied what he is entitled to – and what any white would get in his place. This hate crime fills my heart with grief and anger.  

The defendant campled... trampled on the most sacred thing in our Constitution: the right to happiness. It outraged the basic and sacred principle of our life – the principle of equality. With particular cynicism, she sneered at the plaintiff, spewing the indecent contents of her stomach into his face. 

But the Law is humane. And fair. And harsh. At the same time, it is healing. The law gives the defendant the right and opportunity to be healed. To be re-educated. To get rid of white privilege, get rid of the offending white suprematism. To get filled with the modern, philanthropic ideology of equality and love ... and of justice. To realize your guilt and atone for it with useful work for the good of society – and above all for the good of the oppressed minorities. 

By the authority vested in me by the Law and the people of the United States, I sentence the defendant to nine years' hard labor, the first year in a maximum security penitentiary, and the remainder, in case of good behavior, in a penal colony. (Bangs the hammer on the stand.) The trial is over. 

What pimp Dick-Rick said, a thunderstorm of the thirtieth blocks, to his business acquaintance, slapping one of the ladies in charge on the buttock and passing him some useful little things for Nancy – now numbers 19-190 on the women's zone, so that the girls would appreciate his care under any circumstances:  

"Say what you like, but whites don't need black women even for free: unless out of interest, for exoticism, and a variety to try. Very rarely in a real life. Of two women, white and black, a white will always choose white: unless the white is a completely old woman or a crocodile, while a black is a beauty. Only then will he take a little blackie. As to the black one, the opposite takes place: give him white girls only. Yes, it is easier and more familiar to him to deal with black ones, but if given an opportunity, if the chances are equal, he would prefer white almost for sure. By the way, the same applies to both yellows and Latinos. All stand for their race – yet they prefer white women anyway.  

It turns out like this: men are all racists. They want white women, but somehow they get away with it. And if a white woman does not want a black man, she will immediately be accused of such racism that it's the end of everything. 

I'll tell you, when our own Equality Police really gets to this point, they will force them to set quotas: who has how much to fuck with what races. They would calculate the rate, allowing say three times with black – and then you can have five times with white and two with yellow. 

Damn, never mind about marriage in general! Also quotas. How many black and white families, how many yellow and white ... By the way, Black-Latin marriages – that would be really murderous! Ha-ha-hagh! 

What the forensic sexologist said to his girlfriend in the evening in bed after sex, sipping Wild Turkey 101:  

"Poor girl, she is not the first, she will not be the last. Do you remember last year there was a similar case, but with oral sex? She says: what is my fault? As I felt it in my mouth, it made me feel sick. At least they gave her seven years. After all, in the mouth it was more tangible. 

As to the vaginismus, we have a court trial in the city almost every month. Either it's impossible to stick it in, or, even worse, a spasm during the act sometimes compresses the penis so much that they are taken to the hospital, and relaxers are injected there. True, paramedics can do it on their own, but who wants to take responsibility? 

And always blacks yell that this is racism! Sex crime! Infringement not of his penis, but of his rights, did you get it? For it is absolutely unthinkable that a white racist lady may possibly experience negative emotions when having sex with a black! It shouldn't be! In fact, the majority of white ladies lie with blacks OK, don't they? However, everyone should! 

Here's a funny thing. Not for trial, of course. About ten years ago, Scandinavians – both Swedes and Norwegians – set up such an experiment in sexology. Men of different groups (different races, by age groups and marital status), that is, merital and non-marital – were shown a series of photographs on the screen. Indeed, the subjects were all persistent heterosexuals, as they conducted a survey. And there were photographs – female faces, half-length portraits and full-length naked women. All three races: white, black and yellow. Different degrees of attractiveness – from ugly to beautiful. And it was required to choose the first three – whom do you like best. You can stop at the photos longer, and you can come back. 

So. The vast majority of men of all races, all age groups and both married and not, preferred white-skinned blondes! And white men, and black, and yellow. You may say (may you not?) that blacks live in a white culture and have adopted white criteria, and even suffer from an inferiority complex. Well, yellows have an extremely high opinion of their race, their culture and history, and in addition, their average IQ is four to five points higher than that of whites. And yet!.. 

What does it mean? Instinct commands a man to pass on his seed, his genes to the best female – the most vital, viable, and promising. Female beauty is a very real criterion of the biological and social quality of a race (biology and sociality are closely related). 

And at the same time – alleles tend to close alleles. Got it? Right? In general: people instinctively seek to copulate with members of their ethnic group and their race. It is shaped by natural selection, by millions of years of evolution. Nature resists the mixing of groups. In order to continue its development, it needs different groups that develop differently – in case of climate change, catastrophes: in general, to adapt to different conditions on the planet. 

Roughly: different ethnic groups demonstrate the difference in the potentials of biological humanity, an aspect of its energy. 

Don't take my glass away from me, dear. Now, just a moment, of course... me too. Yes, yes: you are my dearest white woman, you are the best. 

That's all, that's all. I just wanted to say that if, despite the racial affinity, blacks and yellows prefer white women, and the blondes on the top of it, this indicates that whites are a superior race. Whichever way. The colored admitted it on their own! 

By the way: blondes were the most valuable and expensive sex slaves in all harems and brothels – both among Muslims and among the Chinese, not to mention the blacks. Rarity? Exotic? Yeah. Black concubines and Asian women were valued much lower among whites than white women among colored men. Ay, what are you doing!.. Yes ... I'm going ...