by Gene Matlock

It is a verifiable fact that only White 'politically correct' hypocrites will deny that deep fear of African--American and Hispanic criminal elements, not hate of their color and ethnicity, is the principal fuel keeping the fires of racism burning white hot in this country. Middle class and upper caste Whites, including other privileged minorities living principally in segregated White Flight suburban fortresses, tend to think the horrors minorities suffer in the Inner City are typical cultural characteristics of African--American and Hispanics. In short, they think poor African--Americans and Hispanics love the degradation in their concrete and asphalt jungles. Nothing can be further from the truth.

I have lived among Mexicans and other Latino nationalities, almost exclusively, for nearly sixty years of my life, suffering with them both the good and bad aspects of their way of life. Nothing I say can convince my fellow Whites that no less than 80 percent plus of them are probably even more peace--loving and honest than we are. So what about the remaining 20 percent? Few Latino and Black political leaders are honest and altruistic. Knowing that racial discrimination has left a bad taste in their people's mouths, even among the inoffensive ones, they maintain their lofty positions, perpetuating and increasing their wealth and strangle--hold over their electoral slaves. They keep them indoctrinated to feel they have no control over their fate--that they are doomed to be victims of the 'White Devils' for the rest of their lives. This fact is the monster keeping the 20 percent of criminal elements so high. If not for them, the bad Latinos and Blacks would probably number little more than five percent!

Strange as it may seem, many of my White compatriots regard those of us who live among and fraternize with them as vile racists who hate them inwardly. This fact became clear to me in late August, 2004, when my wonderful Mexican wife Consuelo lay dying of vasculitis in a local hospital.

Her excellent and deeply caring White nurse, doing all she could to keep Consuelo alive, was married to a Black man. She even had her hair braided in dread locks. Since we both had married out of the so--called 'White race,' we started discussing the reasons why we married our respective mates. She explained to me that she loved African--Americans, their culture, music, food, zest for life, etc. I told her that I married my little Mexican country woman for the same reasons.

She then said to me, 'Mr. Matlock, my White acquaintances tell me I am really a racist who hates Negroes. When I explain to them that I am married to a Black, and that most of my friends are Black, they tell me, 'See? That proves you really hate them. Racist Whites hide their hate! that way'

I gasped in astonishment. 'My God! That's exactly what Whites tell me. They say that the fact that most of my best friends are Mexicans proves I really hate them.'

Why do Whites call those of us who are intermarried racists and worse? This is why. Inwardly, they feel that all Blacks and Latinos wear their baggy trousers to hide stolen merchandise in bags fastened under their trousers as they wander in stores, taking whatever they want. They are convinced that all parents of Black and Latina teenage girls think it is great for their daughters to become pregnant out of wedlock. They believe that Blacks and Latinos are inherently anti-intellectual. They think it is normal for them to form gangs and sell stupefying drugs, etc. Therefore, when they hear us express our grief over the actions of a few anti--social Blacks and Hispanics, they presume we really hate them. In reality we are shedding tears over the sufferings of those whom we love.

I ask my readers to fasten their heads back on their shoulders if they think a person having friendships with their favorite minority group, whether one, few or many, hates them. The 'politically correct' monsters think we revel in their suffering. The facts of life are that those who hate people of another race abhor any kind of conviviality with them. However, they may, and rightly so, share the burden of their suffering and grief.

Several years ago, my now deceased Black friend, Mr. William Clark, who attended a Mexican college with me in the late 1940s, called me from his home in nearby San Bernardino, California. He told me he was dying of cancer. I immediately offered to be by his side during his last days on earth. He answered, 'No, let's make this our final farewell. Gene, I don't want you to see how I look right now. My body looks like a skeleton; my belly is swollen like that of a pregnant woman. I just want to tell you before I go how much I have appreciated our long friendship and that you are the least racist White man I've ever met.'

I said, 'Bill, I may be a racist now. I'm deathly afraid of those Black guys wearing baggy trousers, including those who wear their pants below their butts.'

Bill answered, 'Gene, that's not racism. That's just normal instinct for survival. I'm afraid of them, too.' I want to add that Bill's son once survived a drive--by shooting. Do you think a Black man on his death bed would lie about being afraid of the criminal elements in Black society? Or should he have said he loved them?

In late September, 2007, America lost a great opportunity to make life more peaceful and secure for our African-Americans, Hispanics, and other inner city minorities, as well as healing this country of the racial divide now tearing it apart. The Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, police commissioner published a desperate request for 10,000 African-American male volunteers to help Philadelphia's beleaguered policemen protect that city's long--suffering, peaceful, and law-abiding minority and White citizens from the murderers, drug-traffickers and other vicious criminal elements threatening to turn the city into something akin to hell itself! Philadelphia has the greatest crime and murder rate in the nation. Baltimore, Maryland is in second place.

All this happened when the Jena, Louisiana "Jena 6" nightmare cursed White America. A year before, during an assembly in the Jena high school, a Black student with a criminal record already well established in Jena, Mychal Bell, asked the principal whether it was O.K. for Black students to sit under a tree in front of the school as some White students did. The principal said yes. Later on, three White students tied three nooses on the tree. The boys were just suspended for a few days. In reprisal, Mychal and five of his friends attacked an innocent White student named Justin Barker and tried to beat him to death. Had a White student not intervened, Justin would have been killed. The six boys, though still minors, were tried and convicted as adults. Mychal was illegally sentenced to 15 years in prison.

When the opportunist preacher Al Sharpton found out what had happened in Jena, he immediately helped recruit approximately 20,000 Black protesters to go to Jena and agitate for either the boys' outright freedom or a lighter sentence. Reverend Jesse Jackson and some Black Muslims joined them.

[Left: Rev. Al Sharpton] Evidently, Sharpton and Jackson did not want to volunteer to help the Philadelphia police force protect the law--abiding people in that city. Perhaps they thought that if Philadelphia's bad guys were conquered, they would be out of business. They wanted the Whites of tiny Jena to take the blame. Suddenly, the Philadelphia police commissioner's frantic plea for help was immediately silenced in the news media and was never mentioned again.

After arriving in Jena, Al Sharpton told the world that he was the chosen one to prolong the Blacks' struggle for civil rights for a second hundred years or until the Whites became wimps. Jesse Jackson himself, who once said publicly that he was afraid to walk down the street with his own Blacks walking behind him, criticized Democratic candidate Barak Obama, accusing him of 'acting white' for not supporting them in Jena. The Black Muslim protesters said Allah would destroy Jena in fire. Jackson also said that it is the fault of Whites that more Black men are in prison than in the universities. Here is another example of his ignorance. Black university students outnumber Blacks behind bars by six to one. The trouble with Jackson is that he acts neither Black nor White. But he's an expert at acting dollar--bill green! He has lost credibility, even among his own people.

The White citizens of Jena swore that their treatment of the Jena 6 had nothing to do with racial bias. We all know they were lying or else they would have sentenced the six boys as the juveniles they were.

After getting justice for the Jena 6, the protesters left town. Needless to say, they didn't go to Philadelphia. They felt that harrassing the white folks of Jena during this next century would somehow solve Philadelphia's problems.

A few days later, in Virginia, several young Black thugs nearly killed a 13 year old White boy. The Black leaders insisted that the incident was not racially motivated. The victim, Damin O'rourke, including the boy who took a video of the savage attack, said otherwise. Even so, the wimpy Whites meekly and cowardly caved in to the Black leaders.

[Left: Rev. Jesse Jackson] I thoroughly agree with Sharpton and Jackson that we Whites must become better and better, every day, and in every way. But will continuing the war on Whites and turning us into spineless wimps (as if we are not already) improve the lives of the Blacks in Philadelphia and Baltimore? I doubt it.

I am certain that if the Blacks helped their policemen control crime in the inner cities, taking responsibility for themselves to rehabilitate their criminal elements, White Americans would eventually lose their deep fear of Blacks, which is the fuel igniting all this reverse racism anyway. Right now, I don't know of any Black leaders willing to take responsibility for rehabilitating and controlling their criminal elements. Al Sharpton, though he is still in a scape--goating mode, has shown some signs that he is willing to evolve politically. If he does get realistic, which I doubt, he could become greater than Martin Luther King.

If the Blacks do become enlightened enough to take responsibility for themselves, White policemen should become as nearly invisible as possible for awhile. Although they won't admit it, I feel that the Blacks are better able to control and rehabilitate their own people than we are. I pray that such a miracle will happen.

In closing this article, I want to tell Jesse Jackson exactly why Black children aren't getting educated correctly and why I retired from teaching. I was a high school teacher in a certain Southern California high school in which we teachers suffered endless indignities at the hands of young Black male hooligans. The principals in that hellish school were too afraid of backing up the teachers, for fear of being called 'racist,' a term that can get White educators fired without a trial. I don't have anything unfavorable to say about the Black girls because they were generally satisfactorily socialized. The hooligans made life quite unpleasant for studious male Black teenagers, accusing them of 'acting White,' Jesse Jackson's favorite appraisal of Senator Obama. The Latino bad guys also accused ambitious Latino classmates of acting White, but they did not beat them up and force them to act like retards. As a matter of fact, they respected them for wanting to better themselves.

Because of my fluency in Spanish, I was a 'bilingual teacher,' a Latino activist jingoist term meaning I was to keep them from learning English and integrating themselves in the activists' hated mainstream America. At the beginning of every school year, I told them, 'I am being paid more money than the other teachers for making sure you pick and harvest my lettuce and don't marry my daughter.' Even today, my ex-students, who have done surprisingly well in life, thank me for warning them about the dire future their Latino political activists leaders had planned for them.

One day, a Black ruffian entered my class without permission, walked up to one pretty little Mexican girl, ramming his hand between her legs up to 'you know where,' causing her to scream in pain. I immediately sent him to the office. A few minutes later, I was ordered to go to the office and talk to his mother on the phone about the incident. The mother, who lived in Chicago, was not raising him. God only knows who was. She said to me, 'Just because I'm not raising him doesn't mean I'm not a concerned mother. But first, I want to know his side of the story.'

I said, 'Lady, your son has no side. He entered my class without permission and rammed his hands up a nice little girl's legs.'

She then answered: 'Ya know, I kinda think youz is prejidissed.'

When I left school that afternoon, I went home and filled out an application for early retirement. The following June, I left teaching for life at age 59.

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