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Turning Off the Water — and Turning On Your Mind

NA_message_01American Dissident Voices broadcast of May 9, 2015

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by Kevin Alfred Strom

THERE ARE PLACES in some American cities where the police will not go: neighborhoods in Tucson, Los Angeles, and other parts of the American southwest that are turning into Aztlan, where brown drug gangs provide a de facto government of sorts. It’s much safer for officers to be issuing tickets in the White suburbs, and they’re staying where it’s safer, thank you, unless forced to do otherwise. In the Black-ruled cities of the former industrial East and Midwest — like Detroit and Baltimore and many others — Black administrations are in nominally in charge, but gangsters are given almost free rein to run certain “hoods” as they see fit, as we saw recently in the television coverage of the Baltimore riots where the Crips and Bloods and others were interviewed openly and respectfully as community spokesmen of sorts.

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Africanizing America

American Dissident Voices broadcast of May 2, 2015

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by Kevin Alfred Strom

I REMEMBER Baltimore. As we have all seen in the last few days, Baltimore — the Baltimore we knew — is dead. The flames may have died down by the time you read this, but they will return a hundredfold. Baltimore is dead. So long live Baltimore — the Baltimore of memory, that is; and the Baltimore of lessons we must learn soon, or die ourselves. (ILLUSTRATION: This celebrant is delighted as the criminal indictments of Baltimore police officers are announced.)

I remember the sunlit, clean-swept streets there, the century-old rowhouses as old as Poe’s Raven, and the hard-working, unpretentious, cultured, and honorable people who lived there. I remember the craftsman who lived under a roaring double overpass and his passion for classic Cadillacs. I remember the White ethnic enclaves and their lodges and their quaint, dimly-lit taverns in old, worn — yet safe, friendly, and well-kept neighborhoods. I remember the majestic architecture, and the whimsical effect of the Renaissance-style clock tower with the numerals replaced by the letters spelling out “Bromo Seltzer.”

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