In a black cab, episode two

Posted by Guessedworker on Sunday, 29 November 2009 01:04.

Central London early this morning. Clear skies, cold air. No crowds of the aimless and the atomised. Not all that many cars. Most of the city is still observing the leisurely ritual of awakening to the weekend. But a few people are out running or just wandering in Hyde Park, all whites bar the only two blacks that seem to have got themselves out of bed without being paid to do so. The rest of central London, meanwhile, is strangely bereft of Africa’s giftless gifts to civilisation.

Asia has stirred, however, and is shuffling along the pavements, coldly gazing ahead, nothing to do with me. But if it could just stay like this, one finds oneself thinking, it wouldn’t be too bad. One could almost mistake my old city for being really quite white. Almost. The illusion won’t survive too long in to the day, of course.

First the Marylebone Road, then Kensington. An hour’s meeting with an Italian client finishes at 11.00am and I am done. I take my leave by the huge glass revolving door of the hotel and step out into the still cold air to find a cab. It is now mid-morning. But the city is quiet and two cabs, black and maroon, wait to my right. The driver of the first one, the black one, sees me approach and lowers his side window. First impression, Nick Griffin’s bad-boy bouncer. Shaved head, strong features, but a bright and intelligent eye. Good man to have on your side if trouble comes calling.

“Victoria,” I say, and we are on our way.

Now, taxi drivers the world over are a voluble bloody lot. I like that. I am a voluble bloody lot, too, and only really comfortable with people who have some conversation. This guy is one of those. Within a couple of minutes I find myself explaining my London roots. A minute later he’s explaining what life is like in the city today.

“It’s a hard place to live,” he says, “... really hard.” I, a London exile, look at the lost souls beyond the windows of the cab and try to imagine what these hardships might be. But the conversation has already moved on. We are rolling through Belgravia, past elegant terraces of six-story mansions.

“The people who live in all these houses ... now they don’t have it hard,” he informs me, “Each of these is lived in by one family.” And, indeed, the houses are all ambassadorial standard. “Thirty rooms for each family, then,” I say. Do we have a class-warrior here?

No. Because when I follow up that London is becoming a place only for the rich and the poor, and is slowly being drained of the social variety and cohesion I knew in my day and which went with it being our city, our London, the sad, true feelings of this sturdy man are revealed.

“That’s all gone and it will never come back,” he says, repeating “never come back” in a lower tone to make sure I understand the sense of loss which eats away at him as he drives through the MultiCult every working day of his life. I hadn’t expected defeatism.

“The past doesn’t matter now,” I say, “It’s only about the kind of future we want for ... you know, our kids.” And to that, he raises his left hand to the height of the partition window and gives me a thumbs up!

“Do you know the BNP website,” I say, pretty confident that he does. I tell him the story about the two videos - Wembley and Peckham - that are posted on the front page. “We’ll be a minority in our own land by maybe 2040 unless we change things ourselves, because nobody else is going to help - nobody. We’ve got twenty years to do it by political means. If we can’t do it by 2030 or so, all that’s left will be military means - I mean civil conflict.”

Then he tells me frankly that not long before he had gone to have a look at a protest of some kind at, he says, the inaptly named White City (in West London). “Terrible place,” he says, “No one turned up. No one is doing anything. No one is going to do anything.” He obviously feels isolated and frustrated that he can’t connect with good, solid, boots-on-the-ground guys like himself. Of course I reassure him. “There’s more going on than you see. There is movement, I promise you.”

We are arriving at the Shakespeare, by the side of Victoria Station. This is where I get out. As the cab slows to a halt he says he hopes I’m right, but he has spoken to other passengers like me, and they are always very down about it all. “When you speak to them,” I say, “you must give them hope.” I can feel the emotional chord that strikes.

I stand on the pavement fishing my wallet out of my inside coat pocket with my left hand.

“How much do I owe you,” I ask. He glances at the meter. I know it was reading over £13.00 only a moment earlier. “Give me a tenner,” he says. I protest, but he will have none of it. “Do you have a computer at home,” I ask. He does, of course. “Google majorityrights,” I say, “One word.” He repeats it. “It’s a website I own.”

I reach in to the cab and shake the man’s hand. Who says kinship counts for nothing in this crazy world?

Readers with a long memory may know that I’ve written this post before, in October 2005 to be exact. Four years. Four years more anger and pain. Four years more expectation. I can’t help but wonder how I will write it in four years time.

Tags: Oh Tempora, Oh Mores

Comments:

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Posted by Willy Garrett on Fri, 18 Dec 2009 06:43 | #

GW,

I am envious of your story. Why? Here in the JewSA going all the way back to the late 90s and covering scores of cab rides in several different big cities I recall 2 “caucasian” cab drivers one of whom was a loony Sicilian type driving me through NYC in such a way I didn’t think I’d survive and the other was a Jew who played Sinatra over the radio. Needless to say there were no edifying conversations re. “our” people since there was never a kinsman behind the wheel.

Regarding Muslims Europeans are actually blessed if they are of the devout type as opposed to other types of third worlders. The reason being is they are much less likely to initiate race-mixing with non-Muslims (infidels) than 3rd World Christians. Count your lucky stars. Even Hindus are much less likely to mix based on my observation of them here in the JSA though I believe your class of Hindus is lower than our typical H1B high tech job scab. As we all know currently Whites have next to no defense mechanisms in place as regards our young women so we are at the mercy of the foreigners hopefully choosing to stay aloof. As JWH used to say here - Balkanization is good.

Miscegenation is by far the biggest threat; much more than low White or high mud birth rates. As a holding action it above all else needs to be dissuaded to all within our spheres of influence. It is also why the timetables for ejection of the invaders and/or migration of us to safe areas needs to be kept to as short as possible. You mention 5 years in Britain. It has to happen or the remnant of our people may just be swallowed by the slide since we have not yet adapted Jew-like means of surviving as a minority in a sea of hostiles.

I live in Northern Idaho now in one of the Whitest areas still left in the kwa and even here I see mongrels mostly from the union of Blacks with Whites though they are still rare. Where I used to live in the Washington DC suburbs of Alexandria and Annandale Virginia Whites have been dramatically (well over half) replaced in the span of 30 years.

I share both your impetus to stay positive and focused on a solution and also a large dose of Angry Beard’s pessimism. Nothing is inevitable and history does chime in against us. We must defy it.

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Posted by Zarathustra on Fri, 18 Dec 2009 20:36 | #

Guessedworker,

I’m all the way in Australia and I’m been reading some of the comments to a few posts. I came across this site when I was searching for mongoloid markers in a google search.

Could you enlighten me on whether or not you are racist? And what is your definition of racist?

In some of your posts/ comments you rave on about blonde and blue eyes being the markers of Nordic beauty. I must admit that I’ve never found most blue/ green eyed blondes attractive especially here in Australia i.e. Lara Bingle, Jennifer Hawkins and/ or Miranda Kerr. However, Charlize Theron is so amazingly beautiful and so is the dutch model Doutzen Kroes. I’m not a fan of dull, lifeless, disinterested blue eyes either. However, there are some stunning women with blue eyes and no not Megan Fox. Although her eyes are very captivating her two pound make up of a face isn’t and that’s a shame.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m a racist. A ex friend of mine who was half chinese half english said I was just because I described an asian girl as having slits for eyes. Well, she asked me what I thought of her asian friend’s “beauty” and I said I can’t see her eyes as they look like two slits. Oh well if that makes me racist then so be it. Her friend wasn’t ugly but to me I’ve seen prettier asians who’s eyes were visible.

I was also wondering what makes you any different to Hitler, the kkk and other hate-mongers? I don’t agree with your sentiments regarding the pollution of the white race. And some of the comments by other posters are so racist that you haven’t even tried to distance yourself or your cause from them. Its 630am and I can’t be bothered to supply any evidence to my criticisms. Rain check?

Overall, I think that most white women that I’ve encountered (of northern and/ or western european descent) have tiny droopy breasts with disgustingly big nipples, flat pancake buttocks, veiny white skin or too tanned, flat thin hair, non existent thin lips, masculine angular faces (except for most finns who have round faces), do not age well, have wide/ loose vaginas, flat footed, tall in a bad way like a sasquatch…anyways the list goes on. And don’t try to feed me “they have long slender legs, they’re taller” BS. Why can’t all Northern/ Western Europeans look like Charlize Theron? She’s perfect except for her small boobs. I’m quite partial to brunettes with healthy pale skin, c cups and brown, hazel or green eyes maybe someone like Rachel Weisz granted she has a masculine nose but at least she’s better than Claire Danes. Now she has to be one of the most unattractive blonde celebs around with her big manly nose.

I’m not blind, I see beauty in all breeds…its taken a while for me to forget the crap that the jew media has force fed me about light eyed blondes but I finally see beauty in all.

Zhang Ziyi (100% chinese?!?) who I used to consider ugly is quite pretty, as is mixed race Maggie Q and Jessica Alba, Adriana Lima however is very unattractive in fact her squished face is scary, Monica Bellucci is almost perfect, Alicia Keys is gorgeous. Kate Beckinsale, Kate Winslet, and Jennifer Ehle are beautiful English roses. And there are many more examples of the types of people I find unattractive and beautiful.

That’s all. I hope to get a response to my queries above.