Of course, the Sacklers and their Purdue executives were not the only demons who facilitated the White Plague. We must not lose sight of the fact that the Jewish-dominated American healthcare system itself, by far the most expensive on earth, is not only failing to halt the precipitous fall of White life expectancy, but is actively fueling the conflagration. The Sacklers are indeed singularly responsible for the White Plague; without their deception, greed, and anti-White animus, it could not have occurred. However, while the Sacklers were certainly the heart (or rather, the gaping black hole where a heart should be) of the Hydra, the Beast had many heads. As Gerald Posner cautions, “By putting the responsibility for the crisis so squarely on Purdue and the Sacklers, there is a risk [that] others who played material roles in creating and feeding the epidemic may not pay a price. That is the hope among thousands of others, sales representatives and executives of rival pharma companies with their own opioid products, overprescribing doctors, FDA bureaucrats who did not want to restrict OxyContin, pharmacists who diverted prescriptions to the black market, and pain management experts who preached that opioids were not addictive when prescribed for pain.” In this respect, the Sacklers appear to be another sacrificial scapegoat for the Jewish ruling class; in other words, the Elders of Zion occasionally sacrifice one of their own for the good of the whole. For example, Bernie Madoff was sacrificed as the avatar for the entire Great Recession. “#MeToo” was created and Harvey Weinstein was sacrificed, in order to further conceal the pervasive pedophilia in Jewish Hollywood. Jeffrey Epstein was suicided, and, though it remains to be seen what will become of Ghislaine Maxwell, she certainly intended to be arrested and thus poses no threat to the System.
From its birth in 1996, OxyContin made 35 billion dollars in revenue. In 2014, the Sacklers entered the Forbes list of “richest families,” with an estimated net worth of fourteen billion dollars, edging out families like the Busches, Mellons, and Rockefellers. What was the cost of those billions? From 1999 to 2019, over 770,000 Americans, almost all of whom were White, were killed by drug overdose. This is greater than the number of Americans killed in all of our wars, combined. The CDC reports that nearly seventy percent of those fatal overdoses were due to opioids, while nearly half of the total number were from fentanyl or other synthetic opioids besides methadone. Twenty-two percent of the total came from heroin. The annual number of overdose deaths jumped from 16,849 in 1999 to a high mark of 70,237 in 2017, well over the number of Americans killed in Vietnam. That year, opioids prescribed by physicians accounted for a third of all opioid deaths, and a quarter of the total. In 2016 alone, there were nearly 64,000 overdose deaths, 42,000 of which were from opioids. According to the DEA, between 2006 and 2014, over one hundred billion doses of oxycodone and hydrocodone were shipped to pharmacies, and then homes, across the country. It is thus no wonder that OxyContin, and the family who created it, was almost singlehandedly responsible for the first decline in White life expectancy in more than twenty years.
Beginning in the late 1990s, almost exactly concurrent with the release of OxyContin, while the White mortality rate continued to steadily decline in Europe, it steadily increased in America, diverging more and more with each passing year. 1999 was the critical year; from 1999 to 2017, comparing the predictive mortality rate to the actual, there is a discrepancy of six hundred thousand deaths of middle-aged Americans who would be alive had progress gone on as expected. As a reference, approximately 675,000 Americans have perished from HIV/AIDS since the early 1980s. We might also consider the crack “epidemic,” which almost exclusively affected Blacks. “Our” government responded to crack by kicking each and every lever of the State into overdrive, yet has essentially done nothing to stem the White Plague. It does not take a conspiratorial mind to realize why. For Whites, life expectancy at birth fell by one-tenth of a year between 2013 and 2014. In the next four years, from 2014 to 2017, life expectancy fell for the nation as a whole. As Anne Case and Angus Deaton emphasize, “any decline in life expectancy is extremely uncommon. With a three-year decline, we are in unfamiliar territory; American life expectancy has never fallen for three years in a row since states’ vital registration coverage was completed in 1933.” Between 1999 and 2017, this rise in the mortality rate for Whites aged 45 to 54 occurred in all but six States, with the largest increases in death rates occurring in West Virginia, Kentucky, Arkansas, and Mississippi. The only states where White mortality perceptibly fell were California, New York, New Jersey, and Illinois.
“Deaths of despair,” as Case and Deaton term them, are wholly responsible for the decline in White life expectancy. These deaths are primarily driven by drug overdose, suicide, and alcoholic liver disease and cirrhosis. While there are more deaths from overdoses than from either alcohol-related diseases or suicides, up forty percent in seventeen years, suicides and alcohol combined to kill more Whites than drugs alone. Case and Deaton underscore the despair underlying the slow genocide of the White race. Whites, they note, “are drinking themselves to death, or poisoning themselves with drugs, or shooting or hanging themselves. … All the deaths show great unhappiness with life, either momentary or prolonged.” Case and Deaton take care to introduce the nuanced issue of supply and demand, acknowledging that the White Plague “would not have happened without the carelessness of doctors, without a flawed approval process at the FDA, or without the pursuit of profits by the industry at whatever human cost.” At the same time, though, they contend that “the misbehavior poured fuel on the fire, making the epidemic worse, rather than creating the conditions under which such an epidemic could take place in the first place. The people who used the opioids, the many millions who became opioid abusers or became addicted, who became zombies walking the streets of once-prosperous towns, were those whose lives had already come apart, whose economic and social lives were no longer supporting them.”
If we do pursue this line of inquiry and dig deeper into the sources of this despair, we still find the same Enemy: the ruthlessly extractive Judeocracy that has stolen and annihilated the last vestiges of White identity from our atomized society, that has made Whites the hated Other in our own nation, that has liquidated the deplorable American kulak, cannibalized our once-overflowing capital resources, and destabilized our culture through the importation of an army of unwashed, hostile heathen. Case and Deaton write that, “by its end, much of the optimism of the twentieth century had faded. Towns and cities in the heartland of America that used to produce steel, glass, furniture, or shoes, and that are fondly remembered by people in their seventies as having been great places to grow up, had been gutted, their factories closed and shops boarded up. In the wreckage, the temptations of alcohol and drugs lured many to their deaths.”
For Whites between the ages of 45 and 54, deaths of despair tripled from 1999 to 2017. While this age group had the highest mortality rate, Whites in younger age groups also saw their mortality rates accelerate even more quickly; furthermore, the midlife pattern began to extend into old age after 2005. The key takeaway here is that, as Case and Deaton note, “each age-group does progressively worse than the same age-group did in earlier years.” In 2017, thus far the worst year, more than 158,000 Americans died from deaths of despair, the equivalent of three full 737 MAXs falling out of the sky every day, with no survivors. 47,000 were suicides, as compared to 40,100 traffic fatalities and 19,510 homicides. The aforementioned rise in White suicide is unique to the United States. The damage does not end with death; for every one opioid death, there are over thirty emergency room visits, a third of which lead to hospital admission. Each death corresponds to more than one hundred addicts, a number that continues to increase in parallel with the number of deaths. Over a third of all adults, or 98 million Americans, were prescribed opioids in 2015. In 2016, nearly 29 million Americans aged twelve and over self-reported using illegal drugs in the past month, including prescription drugs, and almost one million of those reported using heroin in the last twelve months; given that these are self-reports, these numbers are definitely underestimated.
If we add together the accumulated costs of the White Plague, including healthcare, crime and imprisonment, social services, rehabilitation, lost productivity, and the evisceration of entire regions of the nation, we arrive at an incalculable, incomprehensible figure in the trillions of dollars. Case and Deaton also point out that, aside from totally overturning the natural order of life, “the death of a child, even an adult child, can tear families apart, and the loss of people in their prime, people who should not be dying, upends communities and workplaces too … there are millions of American mothers and fathers today who are living in dread that the phone call to their adult son or daughter will go unanswered, or that a phone call will come from the police or the emergency room.” It is imperative that we do not allow ourselves to become mired in the preceding numbers—these are not statistics, but, like my fallen friend, real people, real men, women, and children with hopes and dreams. The lion’s share of these lives goes untold; not forgotten, but untold. As Case and Deaton observe, “Stigma often removes the cause of death from obituaries when suicide, overdose, or alcoholism is involved. Addiction is seen as a moral weakness, … its effects best covered up.” Just as our Enemy and its Black footsoldiers have canonized the names of irrelevant thugs whose deaths at the hands of police were wholly justified, we must practice White identity politics and White grievance politics, incessantly memorializing and repeating the names of the victims of the White Plague. White Lives Matter.
Remember Jesse Bolstridge, the high school football player from Strasburg, Virginia, who died of a heroin overdose on the piss-stained floor of someone’s bathroom. His headstone reads, “Miss you more,” the last thing he and his mother would say before hanging up the phone. Remember Tess Henry, the straight-A student and basketball star from Roanoke, Virginia, who turned to prostitution to fund her heroin addiction, preyed on by a vast network of Black dealers and Black pimps. She was the daughter of a surgeon and a nurse, and, before her hundreds-of-dollars-a-day heroin habit, she loved reading, writing poetry, painting, and singing to her dog, Koda. A routine visit to an urgent-care clinic for bronchitis ended with two prescriptions for codeine and hydrocodone. Eventually, an emaciated Tess, in jail for theft, learned that she was pregnant. She had to be given codeine so that her baby would not be born with neonatal abstinence syndrome and go into fatal opioid withdrawal. While her mother raised her child, Tess continued to struggle in the throes of addiction, oscillating between jails, battered women’s shelters, psychiatric wards, and the street. Tess disappeared, and her mother found her on a prostitution website with the headline, “Sweet sultry sexy 26.” Half an hour for sixty dollars.
Her mother did all that she could for her, despite having her valuables stolen and pawned. She bought matching bracelets for her and Tess that were inscribed, “Your heart is my heart.” Shortly thereafter, Tess vanished again, leaving a note: “I love you so much Mom. You are my everything. I want to get better and I won’t stop trying.” After another stint in treatment, Tess texted her mother that she was going to find a way home, signing her street name, “Sweet T.” She disappeared again, sporadically making contact with her family until, finally, she dropped off the face of the earth, Las Vegas her last known location. The morning after Christmas 2017, a homeless man discovered Tess’ corpse in the dumpster of an apartment complex. She was naked, wrapped in plastic, with burns on her body. Blunt force trauma to the head. Strung out, she had called her mother weeks before and mentioned “gang stalkers”; indeed, Las Vegas gangs often rape and murder prostitutes who refuse to be “turned out” by the gang. She had written in her journal months earlier: “I was stealing, robbing, selling my body, and anything else I could do to make money for drugs. I was beaten, raped, robbed, and malnourished. … I am going to die if I keep living the way I am.”
Remember these hundreds of thousands of Whites, joining the other tens of thousands ritually slaughtered upon the altar of the Synagogue of Diversity. Remember that the Sacklers still walk free, with all of their wealth intact, along with the legion of anonymous bureaucrats, attorneys, business executives, pharmacists, physicians, and politicians who helped ensure that the OxyContin blizzard was indeed deep, dense, and White.
The White Plague is not over. While Mexican cartels continue to pump Chinese fentanyl into the misery-choked veins of atomized America, the System continues to decriminalize drugs and throw open the prisons. Aside from enacting a massive transfer of wealth from the American kulak to the Jewish ruling class, and aside from paving the way for the totalitarian Left by socializing us into subservience via face masks and whatever satanic broth Bill Gates is cooking up for his vaccines, the unprecedented “coronavirus” lockdowns will certainly make 2020 one of the worst years yet for opioid overdoses.
I conclude with Richard Sackler’s compassionate words for our innocent brethren, the addicts whom he and his family intentionally created: “Abusers aren’t victims; they are the victimizers.”
They hate us. What is our response?