Posted on December 27, 2022

Africa in Our Midst: Buffalo Edition

Gregory Hood, American Renaissance, December 27, 2022

It may be the most controversial article in American Renaissance’s history. It was the “redpill” for countless activists. It showed that we had “Africa in Our Midst.”

After Hurricane Katrina in 2005, the black-run city government in New Orleans failed spectacularly. Looters raided stores. Police abandoned their posts, sometimes to join the looting. Black gangs menaced whites. Whites guarded their communities with weapons. Blacks shot at rescue workers.

Within a day, we saw one of America’s once-great cities descend into chaos and madness. I’ve heard rumors about the horrors. In 2005, YouTube and social media weren’t everywhere, so we may never know the worst stories. This is how the article concluded:

Natural disasters usually bring out the best in people, who help neighbors and strangers alike. For blacks — at least the lower-class blacks of New Orleans — disaster was an excuse to loot, rob, rape and kill.

Our rulers and media executives will try to turn the story of Hurricane Katrina into yet another morality tale of downtrodden blacks and heartless whites, but pandering of this kind fools fewer and fewer people. Many whites will realize — some for the first time — that we have Africa in our midst, that utterly alien Africa of road-side corpses, cruelty, and anarchy that they thought could never wash up on these shores.

To be sure, the story of Hurricane Katrina does have a moral for anyone not deliberately blind. The races are different. Blacks and whites are different. When blacks are left entirely to their own devices, Western Civilization — any kind of civilization — disappears. And in a crisis, it disappears overnight.

That prophecy came true. Hurricane Katrina became a political weapon for George W. Bush’s critics. Whites hadn’t done enough to save the blacks. Kanye West famously said that George W. Bush didn’t care about black people. Unlike his more recent comments, it didn’t hurt his career. George W. Bush said that Kanye’s comments were the “worst moment of my presidency,” evidently worse than 9/11, failed wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, and the deepest economic plunge since the Great Depression.

Last weekend, a horrible storm hit the northeast, especially around Buffalo, New York. At least 28 people are dead. Many appear to have frozen to death when their cars got stuck in the snow. We could use some of that global warming our rulers keep talking about.

Buffalo isn’t a black city like the Big Easy, but blacks made their presence felt. Many videos show them looting.

Not all blacks behaved this way.

Mayor Byron Brown, a black man, called looters the lowest of the low.

There may have been some white looters, but there’s a clear pattern. Although blacks are only a third of the city, they were clearly the overwhelming majority of looters.

Our rulers don’t seem terribly interested in solving the problem. Senator Rand Paul, in his yearly Festivus compilation of wasteful spending, found more than $482 billion in wasteful spending, including programs to teach Ethiopians to wear shoes, help illegal immigrants avoid deportation, and a study to prove that children love pets. A real country doesn’t let its people freeze to death in the streets while blowing taxpayer dollars on nonsense. A real country also defends property. That’s the purpose of a legitimate government. It’s questionable if we have one.

What’s beyond question is that many blacks immediately start looting when they get the chance, whether it’s in a balmy southern port or the snowy north. Most groups show their best when disaster strikes. With some honorable exceptions, blacks generally show their worst.

Our rulers will say nothing about the racial pattern. If they were forced to notice, they would again blame whites for not giving blacks enough “opportunity.” What we need are more police, more gun rights, and an end to white guilt. It’s our lack of moral courage that emboldens blacks to steal and smash when the social order trembles even briefly. Unless we change, we’re stuck, always and forever, with Africa in our midst — even when it’s snowing.