( I experienced all this while trapped in a large American city.)

The suburbs are booming, but not fast enough. Yessir, you ghetto folks
in inner cities have started a good thing, but there are still lots of acres
outside the cities without any houses on them. So you’ve gotta move into
“untouched” city blocks and do the following:
Throw trash everywhere. You’ll insure that your friends who pick up trash
and distribute free rat poison packets will keep their jobs. And folks can
predict the weather by the direction the trash is blowing!
Walk down the street. Better yet, rhythm down it. And when I say street
I don’t mean sidewalk. Save sidewalks for your friends on cycles. Besides,
it’s hard to fit many cursing, screaming, drinking, pot-smoking kids on a
sidewalk, and it’s also hard to spot keys and other things left in cars when
you’re walking on a sidewalk!
When walking down a street, turn your head when you hear a car coming
and stare at the driver. For all you know, it might be one of your enemies
out to get you. On the other hand, it might be only your neighbor and all
that hateful staring might make him want to move out.
Be sure to beget lots of unloved, unsupervised, unwashed two-legged
“Obama welfare meal tickets” – either through wedlock or (preferably) out of
wedlock. And let them often ring doorbells, begging for money.
Turn quiet streets into noisy jungles. Have a blast – a
long blast with your car horn under your neighbor’s window at
3:00 a.m. Let folks know who the real honkies are! Blow your horn when (1)
you see the police coming (2) you want to buy some dope (3) you want to sell
some dope (4) for any other reason. Play your stereo so loudly that folks can’t
hear sirens going to the latest holdup or arson. Be noisy, man, noisy!
Be cruel to animals, especially “man’s best friend.” Tie your dog on a
short chain under a blazing sun with no water or food or love or license or
dog shots. Make him as mean as you are. Better yet, let your dog run loose.
Neighbors love to find freshly killed cats (after hearing their screams) and
other goodies on their lawns. Pit one dog against another in bloody “canine
cockfights” while friends lounge on car hoods and cheer and make bets! And
what madness is it where folks move out and abandon pets in the house,
leaving them nothing to eat but their own droppings? This happens often in the
ghetto, and almost no one will help the animals.
Keep a good supply of Saturday Night Specials – also Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday Night Specials. Your criminal
presence will improve your neighbor’s light bill; when he isn’t watching you
at night (with his lights off), he will be able to read books at night by
the light of the police helicopter searchlights!
Here’s more insanity: Uncle Sam spends millions of our tax money to
move you into our neighborhoods where we lose much when we sell our homes.
So you have your nerve when you glare and swear at us when we don’t move
out quickly; but you’re the reason we can’t find good buyers! I really wonder
what you and Uncle Sam will do when lots of folks move to the wilderness and
live off the land and consequently don’t have to pay taxes to support such
sickness!
Finally, spread the rumor that all of your troubles are associated with
skin, even though you and I know that your problem isn’t skin. It’s sin!!!
What makes a ghetto? It’s not the paint on a house (or lack of it) but all
of you two-legged pains in the neck!

(anyone is free to copy and air this paper)

[I saw the preceding on the net. Would love reactions.]

http://www.national-socialist-worldview.blogspot.com/2012/10/on-unclear-origin-of-word-racist.html

There were probably many more instances than what I found.

In one case cited by Mr. Silverstein, Morris Dees won a judgment for a black mother whose son was killed by Klansmen. She received $51,875 as settlement. Mr. Dees, according to an investigation by the Montgomery Advertiser, pulled in $9 million from fund-raising solicitation letters that featured a particulary gruesome photograph of the grieving mother’s son. Mr. Dees, who pays himself an annual salary of $275,000 offered the grieving mother none of the $9 million her son’s death made for him.

From : The Truth about the SPLC.
Dees, although himself not Jewish, is both in his financial and sexual life a depraved person, which makes him eminently fit to play the role of front goy for this Jewish organization dedicated to age-old Jewish pursuit of nation wrecking.

Trust me, I want no part in upholding their doomed karma.

Fact is, groups like these simply don’t provide a utility for our society and they are desperately hanging on to the aftertaste shirttails of the 60s minority civil rights knee-jerk meme paradigm schematic. But now, they’ve got a considerable payroll to fill which turns them into a prejudiced commercial outfit with a bottom line: gotta have a certain quota of demonizations and lynchings on their terms to keep feeding the members of the gang and the machine they created. That’s surely a sign of evolutionary weakness, though it would behoove all of us to dodge such a Jabba the Hut till we can dismantle him properly and legally.

I see successful libel and slander on the horizon for these parasites.

Don’t you see the irony in that?

Perhaps nothing can be done at the moment but the momentum is shifting in our direction and when it does so more fully it should be rather easy to wipe these guys out. I have dozens of rich lawyer buddies (as many of us do) who are starting to get bored with settling corporate disputes or carrying water for behemoths that they’ll never know. One or two well-publicized offensive strikes against these jokers might cause them to start taking full measure before they lash out.

food for thought, food for thought