I tend to be more optimistic than pessimistic while maintaining a realistic view of life. If the glass is half full, I would prefer to see it that way than that it is half empty, but I'm not going to say its half full if it isn't.

As concerning the condition and situation our race is in there is a lot to be pessimistic about. That is not all there is to it, though. There is still a lot of good in our people. There is still reason for hope, reason to fight. From my point of view, the White family is at the core of my reason for hope.

I read a lot of very negative commentary on VNNF concerning interpersonal relationships. Some of the fellows here are very harsh with the women, and some of the women ain't too damn happy about the men. One things for sure, without each other there is no hope.

I'd like to open up a thread to find some positive gems in the pig sty. Not broad generalizations, but specific personal experiences. Relationships that worked, and why you think they worked. I don't want to talk about, "All White bitches are nigger fucking whores!" I know they're out there, see it every day, but here I'm interested more in cases where you've seen a White woman spurn a mud approach. Or, "White men are self absorbed, masturbating, porn surfers!" Yep, they're there, no doubt about it, don't care.

Here's one . . . I hired a young White woman, must've been about 35 or so, a few years ago when I was HR Mgr. for a furniture company. Kind of cute in a Jaime Lee Curtis sort of way, but her best feature by far was her caboose and the way she walked. As soon as she walked into the production area, every nigger buck in there got the scent.

Later that day I spoke to her supervisor, a nigger, and asked him how she was doing? He said she works good but was prejudiced. I asked him what he was talking about? He didn't have anything but a mumble to say. I had her brought to my office & asked her if she'd had any problems with the blacks? She smiled and said, "No, not a bit. They came up hittin' on me & wanting to know if I liked black men. I told'em no I didn't. I told'em I hated them so much that if one raped me, I'd goddamn kill myself. Never had any more trouble." And she never did. When I left that company she was a supervisor and every nigger in there gave her a wide berth.

See, the thing is, a nigger is generally a coward, but they take silence as license and a lack of resistance as permission. That young lady proved that if you respond to them firmly and in an unambiguous manner, they'll look for weaker prey.