White Lives Matter

Realistic Fiction on Replacement Immigration

Ayo, my name Jessica, I’m the po-po. Well… not all the time tho! Some days I’m more like a policeman, dependin on how I’m feelin that day. Shit, what it matter anyway? Same damn uniform, right?

My job is to sit there and dig through all the papers our services snatch from them right-wing nutjobs. All damn day I’m neck-deep in straight hate. It’s heavy, fam, real emotionally taxin.

Good thing I got trained up proper tho. Them IDF folks — they the pros at handlin terrorists — come through regular and school us. And then we got Mrs. Sickberg from the Jewish Center for Stoppin Extremism. She pull up and talk that talk about hate, antisemitism, racism, all that intolerance shit. She know it too — her grandma got gassed at Auschwitz, so she ain’t playin.

Last time she came through she was breakin down this “tikkun olam” thing. I ain’t catch every piece of it, shit complicated, but from what I got it’s like: heal the world, fix it, flip it right-side up. She say the world fucked up right now, upside-down, and her people the only ones God picked to straighten it out. Without them? Humanity cooked. Done. She straight said: “Y’all goyim just supposed to do the best y’all can to help us.”

That shit fire me up, make me feel like what I do actually matter. Help me peep through all the slick games these terrorists be runnin. So yeah — that wild-ass White Lives Matter document y’all ‘bout to read from some dude in Montreal? That’s just Tuesday for me. Now that Canada in the USA, CIA slid it over ‘cause we the experts on this type crazy.

I ain’t even know what this crackhead tryna say, but it damn sure ain’t got nothin to do with how shit really is. Immigration goin smooth as hell. Ain’t no crime wave. Everybody — Black, White, Brown, whatever — gettin along just fine. We out here headin straight into that New World Order where everybody gon live peaceful, eatin good, vibin.

Best part? You can get any damn food you want now, from anywhere. My momma’s Irish colcannon potatoes, Tunisian shish kebab, Indian tandoori chicken, or my pops’ Nigerian kapenta and chambo — it’s right there at ya finger tips, bruh. That’s worth a lil inconvenience when you mixin folks from all over the globe, all different races and civilizations. Ain’t been no major fuck-ups. I would know… I’m the police. Sometimes policeman… depend on how I feel. Long as I’m feelin good, what it matter?***

White Lives Matter

While shopping in downtown Montreal, I stumbled upon a crowded St. Catherine Street. Thousands of West Indians were marching to the sound of drums and no-border music. Women in traditional costumes and tall, bare-chested men contorted themselves on the pavement, spellbound by the frenzied rhythms. White smoke spurted over the dancers as they followed the floats, swaying. Police officers formed a protective cordon around this wild crowd that penetrated the heart of the city like a giant phallus.

I thought to myself as I walked downtown that I had nothing on the surface against Blacks and Third World immigrants in general. But I wondered if it was right for us to open wide to them the doors of our home. That’s a lot of people, 50,000+ immigrants a year for a territory of 8 million people. Proportionally, that’s much more than the immigration to England, France, or Germany. Congolese, North Africans, Haitians, Chinese, Latinos, Indians, and others. To this number must be added Syrian and Libyan refugees, not to mention Sudanese, Somalis, Afghans, Palestinians, Iraqis, and other unfortunate people who are fleeing the wars we are waging on their countries for bogus humanitarian reasons. And that’s not counting the illegals who have been coming in freely since Governor Carney opened the borders of the region of Quebec and Montreal declared itself a sanctuary city. We don’t realize it right away, the invasion is insidious, until one day we wake up as a minority in our own country.

Arriving in front of the Ogilvy store, in the middle of this ebony-Black crowd, I felt like an intruder who surprises a couple making love. Feeling completely out of place, I was shaving the walls, my head down and in a hurry to leave this place invaded by people who don’t have the same smell as my own kind, and who, to tell the truth, make me uncomfortable.

I thought of the hundreds of Black people who invade the pool on hot days. I once had the misfortune to ask a White lifeguard why the silhouette on the safety sign at the entrance to the pool was brown. She curtly replied that if I had looked harder, I would have seen the sign with a White silhouette on the other side of the lifeguard booth; lucky she told me, because placed where it was, no one could see it. “Quebec last time I checked being a White country though,” I replied, “the posters should normally reflect that reality, don’t you think?” She turned her back on me visibly offended, and I left to change without saying a word. I could see that it was useless to insist; that this girl of my race had willingly accepted that foreign populations were taking over our land. Five minutes later, as I was getting dressed in the locker room, a tall, White six-footer came up to me and told me that I would be banned for life from the pool if I ever made another comment like that. I didn’t answer him, and left with a heavy heart knowing that I would never set foot in that sport’s center again. As a White man, I didn’t feel like I belonged there anymore.

It’s not the first time this has happened to me. Last year, I was kicked out of a coffee shop I had been frequenting for a long time for alleged racism. I had dared to put a new waiter of Arab-Berber origin in his place because he had been insolent with me when I placed my order and during his service. The person in charge, a small effeminate White man, never even asked me why I had reacted that way, he immediately assumed that I was racist, and that was the only possible explanation.

And then, as I continued to walk downtown, I remembered that internal revenue official who gave me a hard time when I had to get my tax return corrected. It’s no fun being served by these people. You are dealing with strangers who are not of your race or ethnic group and therefore have no affinity with you. Being from a different culture, they are not always easy to understand because they do not speak and reason like we do. In the interest of egalitarianism, many of these people are hired not for their skills, but for the colour of their skin. The department has quotas to meet in order to ensure that diversity is respected. What does not help is that these employees, parachuted into our midst without our consent, by hostile elites, have it in their heads, because of woke propaganda, that Whites are responsible for all their problems. As soon as they are in a position of power, they don’t hesitate to treat us like shit, forgive my language, but there is no other way to describe what I felt when I came into contact with this civil servant who treated me with the arrogance and condescension of those who despise you and who feel stronger than you.

My old mother came to mind. When I visited her in the Long-Term Care Center where she was to stay at the end of her life, she sometimes complained about the Black people who looked after her. She felt uncomfortable with them. At the end of her life, she would have preferred to be cared for by her own people. Who could blame her, I thought? In the midst of this West Indian parade, I understood exactly what she meant. Birds of a feather flock together, it’s a law of nature that applies to all races and ethnic groups.

I told myself when I arrived at the corner of McGill and Sainte-Catherine that, in the interest of diversity, the systematic employment of people from the Third World in positions of greater or lesser importance was a serious mistake. This policy will lower the general level of competitiveness of the state. The populations with which the authorities intend to replace us come from failed countries that are not going anywhere. The average intelligence quotient (IQ) of sub-Saharan populations, for example, is about 70, and that of North Africans, 85. With an average IQ below 100, it is impossible to run a modern country like ours. In fact, a drop of only a few points in the average IQ lowers the gross national income by several points. The influx of foreign workers also lowers wages; it is a simple matter of supply and demand; under these conditions, the labour market becomes an employers’ market. Furthermore, these economic migrants all vote for those who bring them in by the plane full. And at the rate they are arriving, the natives will soon be in the minority and never able again to elect a government that represents their interests. Moreover, the social charges increase considerably, as many of these unskilled workers, unable or unwilling to find a job, end up on welfare, which represents a significant improvement in their living conditions, but an equally significant deterioration in ours. These combined factors result in an increase in the cost of living, poverty, debt, social tensions and crime, and a consequent decrease in the level of health, life expectancy, trust, and the sense of ethnic belonging, an anthropological need that makes people of the same ethnicity or race feel confident and happy to live together.

The “sociostat” is out of whack, nothing is going right.

As I arrived at Simmons store where a crowd of West Indian onlookers was waiting for the parade, I thought this was predictable. In the market for natural selection, peoples, races, groups, individuals compete with each other. The strongest prevail and dominate the weakest. It is a law of nature written in our genes that the culture of diversity will never change.

Then, in the midst of this rant on replacement immigration, I bumped into a tall Black man with his back to me. He turned around and looked at me awkwardly, giving me a few friendly pats on the shoulder to let me know in his own way that everything was fine, that I had nothing to fear from him and his people, and that I was still at home. I had the unfortunate impression that this gentleman, knowing full well what was going on, was uncomfortable for me. But this little pat on the back that was meant to be reassuring made me even more anxious. I actually had everything to fear from this home invasion, that fell upon us without warning. If I hadn’t decided to go shopping downtown that day, I would never have realized that there were so many West Indians in Montreal.

Finally, alone, far from the tom-toms and the crowd, sitting on a bench in front of the Mary Queen of the World Cathedral, I asked myself if I was not a racist, if I was not a bad Christian, if I should not voluntarily give up my place to these good people, out of charity, as Jesuit Pope Francis Bergoglio invites us to do. Jesus said, “Love your neighbour as yourself.” Now, my neighbour of the Third World would also like to live in a modern country like mine, free from need and misery. Why not give him a turnkey solution? To each his turn. And then, when all the races will be one, when there will be no rich people, no religions, no nations, and no borders “men will finally live of love and there will be no more wars or injustices… my brother,” sang Raymond Lévesque… that happy fool.

I left on these dark thoughts. I hesitated to continue my reflection. People say so many bad things about people like me who don’t think the right way. Then I told myself that I had no reason to give them my country out of love; that I was neither a racist nor a bad Christian, but a guy who was rooted in reality and who cared about loving his ancestors and defending his family, race, culture, country, and civilization. A people or a person who respects himself does not voluntarily commit suicide out of charity or fear of being called a racist. A people or a person who respects himself takes his rightful place and defends it against those who seek to destroy it in order to achieve their impossible goals.

I was pretty pumped: No one voted for this fiasco. No one asked our opinion, Governor Carney. You and the donators who run the Canadian state forced it on us, whether we like it or not. Diversity isn’t our strength, Mr. Carney, it’s our weakness. Before we were strengthened, we could walk around town without fear of being robbed, raped or stabbed; before they were politized to the left, judges and police enforced the law, criminals didn’t get off with a slap on the wrist and victims got justice. The White race mattered as much as any other race. The majority ruled as it should in any self-respecting democracy and candidates applying for any position were hired for their qualifications, not for the sake of parity. We could walk around the city without fear of being robbed, raped, or knifed; there were no garbage cans and filth here and there and our walls were free of graffiti; men didn’t marry men; girls didn’t practice cunnilingus on an industrial scale; they made children instead of having a pet, they didn’t think they were men, they didn’t assert themselves by voluntarily making themselves obese; we didn’t mutilate our bodies with tattoos. and piercings in order to look like a Christmas tree; we said “sorry,” “please,” “after you,” “thank you,” “hello,” and “goodbye” to each other; our public schools were much better than they are now, efficient, clean, orderly, and above all racially and ethnically uniform; we didn’t teach students, almost before they learned to read and write, the art of sodomy and masturbation and we didn’t make them believe that they could choose their sex! We used to look down on delinquents, fat people, and sexual deviants. We didn’t hurt them, but we made sure they didn’t encourage younger kids to copy them. It was common sense. Now we do the exact opposite: we encourage the majority to imitate these tiny minorities that are used as wedges to divide and breakup White societies. What was considered a sin becomes a virtue, the normal becomes abnormal, the good becomes evil. It’s really the world upside down. We’ve come a long way, Mr. Carney, since you enriched us with diversity.

My thoughts went to Jews like George Soros. You have to hate how Jews like him use their power to destroy our race and civilization. An army of Jews and their non-Jewish vassals of the ilk of Starmer, Carney, and Macron have been engaged in anti-White and anti-Western activities for decades. They dirty our traditions; falsify our history; flood us with migrants from the Third World; inflame minorities against us; pervert our morals with pornography and a host of other such filth; push drugs, abortion, pets, zoophilia, pedophilia, gay marriage, feminism; destroy by guilt our identity and pride. Given all this, it would be absurd and cowardly NOT to hate Jews like Soros, one of the kingpins of this anti-civilization onslaught.

Since our disconnected elites will persist in the same suicidal policy, without our consent, I decided to take matters into my own hands in my own living space. I am at war, you understand, a low-key war for now, an information war that does not include any verbal or physical violence, but a war nonetheless. And if the current socio-political situation worries you, dear brothers and sisters, I advise you to follow my example in whichever way you see fit. It is no longer time to stay in your corner, waiting for a miracle. Our only chance to win this war is to unite and fight back. Left to our own devices without the support of our “elites” trapped in their psychopathic ambitions, if we want to survive in the countries of our ancestors that we love above all else, this is our only way out.

When I finally arrived home, I was totally liberated, detoxified, red-pilled. I had sorted out my confused ideas about the current demographic and social situation. From now on, I will do everything in my power to make sure my people win this fight. And nobody will stop me. They can ruin me, call me an antisemite, destroy my reputation, throw me in jail, torture me or kill me, I will fight to the end.

In this defensive war—and I stress the word “defensive” because we didn’t seek it—that we must wage to keep our hard-won place, those who love each other the most will triumph. It’s a simple matter of common sense.

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 CIA ain’t waste no time — sent that supremacist-ass fool straight to Rehabilitation Camp down in Miami. That anti-terror squad of the Islamist Region of New York that grabbed him? They found forbidden books stuffed in the walls, floors, even the damn ceiling — no cap! They pulled a little bust of that devil General Lee too. If after a whole year this hard-headed terrorist don’t get right in the head, they gon execute him… for his own good, like the IDF does to those awful Palestinian kids. We ain’t got time to play with these radicalized racists. The Globalist New World Order marchin forward… and ain’t nobody stoppin it!

Special Police Constable Jessica Jess Murphy-M’Bouli
Davos Department of Thought Control