Michael Weller
"An Island for Whites", Book VI, Chapter 46

A Black-White Dialogue

"Sir, I'm not breaking anything, Sir." 

 "I know." 

"I have never had troubles with the police. I have always worked. I have never received benefits." 

"This is good. This is OK. Yes." 

"I am a family man. I have a wife and two children. They have never engaged in drugs, they were not hooligans." 

"Well. You are a good father." 

"So why can't I move in, Sir?" 

"Why would you want to come here?" 

"Why can't I enter? I want to live in a safe country, for my children to go to a good school. To give them perspective. I do not want to be afraid that they become addicts, or I will be robbed, or somebody hits and curse my wife. I want to live a human life, Sir. Am I not entitled to this?" 

"Of course you are. So why don't you live that kind of life in your country, in your area?" 

"It's not my fault this is a bad neighborhood, Sir… That there is high crime and  bad schools … And punks, and drugs." 

"So make your neighborhood good! Team up with other good guys and destroy the punks and drugs! Find good teachers, jail hooligans." 

"You know black areas are always poor, Sir." 

"And why?" 

"People don't have enough jobs. They received a bad education. Gangs rule the streets." 

"You're lying! There are always jobs! You merely don't want to grab any job, you don't want to work hard day and night, you don't want to save money instead of wasting it for booze, drugs, and expensive cars! You don't want to save money for opening your own business! You love freebies, you love to mess around, you love to have fun, but you don't like to plow a damn thing! Your children in schools do anything but study! Moreover, they intimidate those who want to study: they say, you are breaking away from your people, imitating whites! Why do the Chinese and Koreans have everything? Why don't they trash their schools? Why do they plow day and night? Why do their children go to the best universities without any privileges?" 

"However, I'm not like that, Sir! I have never done anything wrong!" 

"Maybe. But you know what I'll tell you? Today we will let you in. Tomorrow – another one. The day after tomorrow –  the third. Then you have a sick old mother. And the other has sick children. And the third – his wife. And there will be compassionate people who will make a noise about your suffering, and all these sufferers will move in: after all, they all are our dear people, it is so difficult and bad for them. And before you blink, black areas will reappear, in which everything will be the same! Idleness, banditry and crack. And fatherless children. And mothers will demand benefits. And hooliganism, fights and persecution of teachers will begin in schools. And it will be scary to enter your area." 

"But why do you think that it must surely be so? Excuse me, but are you sure, this isn't racist prejudice, Sir?" 

"I'm more than sure. I just know. Genes and testosterone cannot be altered, and abilities cannot be altered, nor the character. That's who you are. Seen enough. For you all is wrong. What lacked for you? Weren't you supported enough? Colleges and universities got blacks first. Black are necessarily in all board. Bonuses, benefits – firs hand for blacks. And what is the result? Every body are still guilty before yo: do you understand?! Insolent scumbags and black racists are you anyway – and hack of gratitude. You know, live by yourself. Let the way you arrange for yourselves be the way you live. And fuck away from us, finally!" 

"However, let me live here at least until the first misdemeanor!" 

"Well, we went also through this. And then – the sobbing children, an unhappy wife, sensationalist journalists and compassionate humanists demanding to leave you. You will not get it! The train left. 

"Therefore, here's what I'll tell you: go away to the heck of it, brother. Live with your people, live with your black race. We have suffered enough from you. Enough! Satiated. We have tried enough. After all, you are so smart, black, and so talented, right? So live together, smart and talented, and build yourself a paradise on earth. And we will rejoice for you. Let you set an example for the whole world! You've been screaming for so long that the whites are oppressing you! Here we are, no one is oppressing you anymore. Sip your freedom with a full spoon." 

"Don't point a weapon at me, Sir!" 

"Listen to me, chap. I don't insult you. I don't hate you. I don't call you a nigga, I think it's a shameful word. Moreover, I am telling you that I consider you equal to myself in everything. 

"And now, my equal, my brother, go to your home. I don't want anything from you – and  don't ask me for anything either. We gave you literacy, science, technology, taught you all the intricacies of civilization – while merely two hundred years ago your ancestors were savages from the Stone Age. 

"And we honestly separated the land for you to live, and fairly divided all enterprises, equipment, products. We have taught your teachers, moved to you university departments. 

"And now – back off! Live by yourself. And go back to your black paradise: you ought to think hard before, to rectify the brains of your brothers. Go to BLM, let them feed your family. 

"Turn around, I told you! My patience has run out! Do you think that you are the first one to come crying at the border? Or should I shoot you in the leg? Roll away into your independent national black homeland for good! The second time we will not be such fools. 

"Exactly! Well done. And keep in mind – yours would surely shoot me if we traded the places. Go, I said! Step on the gas."