children

When I think about the fact that the White race is only 8% of the world
population, it never ceases to amaze me. Even scarier, is the fact that our
future is dependent on the meager 2% of White women that are capable of
child-bearing. When I consider the amount of young women that never
intend to have any children or who, tragically, are dating and marrying
outside of their race, I often feel defeated. In fact sometimes, I ask
myself why I bother fighting for my race at all.
But, how can I forget about the children? The sweet children who
were purchased from orphanages and signed into slavery until the age of 21.
Children who were kidnapped off European streets and shipped to
workhouses, mills, factories and mines and named the property of whomever
bought them. Children who were lucky if they only had to work 16 hours a
day and got paid one to three dollars per week. These children got up
before sunrise and worked until long after the sun had gone down. There
was no time to play. In fact, there was no time to be kept at all considering
most families were too poor to own a clock and watches were forbidden at
the mills.
This was a time in early America where immigration was booming and
industrial growth ruled our land. Cheap labor was found in our poor European
children. Of course most had no choice, and by the time their �contract�
was over they were too worn, crippled and ill to be of any use.
Conditions in the factories, mines and mills were extremely poor.
Without the benefit of the health insurance of today, children injured on
the job were thrown into the streets without financial or medical help of any
kind. Because they were forced to stand for 16 hours a day, their bones
became so soft they would literally bend causing the inflicted child to
become �knock-kneed�. Young women died often in childbirth. The stress
placed on their pelvic bones from years of strenuous work and standing
caused the bones to become deformed. These children worked harder and
accepted more trials and tribulations in one day than many of us have
experienced in our entire lives.
The children were beaten mercilessly, sometimes with sticks often
until death. The were held under water for showing signs of drowsiness.
Keep in mind that some of these children were four or five (babies by
today�s standards), working 16 hours a day around heavy, dangerous
machinery. Their fingers got skinned or removed by changing spools. Girls
unlucky enough to get their hair caught in the machinery were skinned from
forehead to the nape of their necks. They were chained together indecently
and ate while working. Almost all developed serious respiratory problems
from the dank polluted air breathed daily in the mills.
These mere children; these beautiful, innocent, hard-working children
of European descent helped to make our country what it is today. They asked
for nothing in return. But this is an important part of history that is
unfortunately full of thousands of similar recollections that have virtually
been erased from our textbooks and ultimately from our frame of
reference. I say, never again will our amazing children bear the brunt of an
entire nation on their backs.
I fight because I want my own innocent, good-hearted, curious,
brilliant and vibrant child to have the life his ancestors sacrificed their lives
for. Whether it was in the workhouses, fighting a war or by any other
means. Never again do I want our children to work their lives away for the
enrichment of the �self-proclaimed� elite. Asa G. Chandler, the founder of
Coca-Cola, was quoted as saying �The most beautiful sight that we see is the
child at labor...As early as he may get at labor the more beautiful, the more
useful does his life get to be.�
NOW is the time to stand TOGETHER and work to secure the
existence of our race.

God bless the little children of yesterday, today and tomorrow!