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2003-11-19 22:09 | User Profile
In today's VNN reader mail - and, Alex, ya blew it! Cos this is a stand-alone essay for the homepage if anything is. It actually ought to be published, and prominently, in what we laughingly call the mainstream press....it [I]ought [/I] to be, but - well, [B]you[/B] know.
No intelligent alternative to white nationalism. Hell, I'd feel guilt pangs siccing our coloreds on [I]Africa[/I],since baby rape and muti cults are a night at the opera compared to what Jamaal and T-Bone would wreak upon that continent in record time. But they've gotta go somewhere, because they can't stay [B]here[/B].
[QUOTE] [B]Hell on Wheels [/B]
by Daniel Attila
The job of a conductor on a New York City subway train is a voyage into the heart of darkness.
I was born in Hungary, from which I escaped in 1982 at age 18. I settled in New York in 1984 with the intention of becoming an artist, but after nearly a decade of struggle I realized I might never make it. In 1993 I enrolled in the City University of New York, while I supported myself for four years as a conductor on New York City subway trains. There can be only a few jobs that so quickly introduce an immigrant to the realities of multi-racialism. Beneath the streets of New York I have seen and done things that very few whites willÃâI hopeÃâever see or do.
Conductors operate the doors of trains, make announcements, give information to the passengers, and oversee the safety of people on trains and platforms. Most of the time they stay in a small compartment, or cab, in the middle car of the train. There are many cities that operate subways with only a driver, but New York City is a challenging place, where putting only one person on the train would expose the system to violence and chaos.
Attending college while working under ground is not a dream come true, but conductors are well paid. The starting salary is $30-40,000 a year, with a top salary of $40-50,000, which that can be reached in three years. Conductors who become drivers can earn $50-70,000 a year, depending on overtime. The high salaries are a result of the monopoly the Transit Authority (TA) enjoys over city transportation. The union is a mostly-black workforce, which cannot be tampered with by any politician who wants a career in New York. Even as far back as the 1930s, the all-powerful TA got through the depression without laying off a single employee.
I went to a high school in China Town to take the civil service exam for the job. Once inside, I noticed that I was the only white person there. Except for an Asian-Indian woman who sat in front of me, I saw only black people, even though there were at least 40 of us taking the test. "How come I'm the only white person here?" I wondered. "Don't white Americans want a job that pays $40-60,000 a year and doesn't even require a high-school education?" Perhaps in answer, one of the blacks in front of me turned around and gave me a bizarre, hate-filled lookÃâa look I would often encounter in the years ahead.
The test was easyÃâsurprisingly soÃâand I wondered if it was possible for anyone over the age of six not to pass it. I clearly remember one of the questions; I find it impossible to forget:
If you are a bus driver and find that a kid jumped onto the back of the bus, traveling on the outside, what are you going to do?
a) I will suddenly break, then accelerate, repeating this process until the kid falls off and learns a lesson.
b) I will just ignore the kid and keep on driving as if unaware of the problem.
c) I will stop the bus and personally make sure that the kid gets off.
As part of the test, we also had to find various places in the city, such as the Empire State Building, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the United Nations, with the help of a city map provided to us. This is similar to having Parisians find the Eiffel tower with the help of a map. Needless to say, the test went well and I congratulated myself for having settled in a country where well-paying jobs are so easy to get.
I began learning about the reality of America's racial dilemma right at the beginning of my training program at the Transit Authority. There was a huge black fellow in our class who had the habit of physically bumping into me at every opportunity. I could feel that he did this intentionally, trying to make it hurt more than an accidental collision would, but not enough to make it look like an assault.
The class consisted of about 80 people, with only a half dozen whites. Most of the training was given by an old white veteran who kept telling us funny and scary stories about transit workers on duty. We were told to watch out for assaults by passengers. Every one of you will be spat at," he insisted repeatedly, "I guarantee it." After the class training, which lasted about four weeks, we spent two weeks on trains, operating under the supervision of experienced conductors. Right on the first day, a strong black man who stood on the platform, whose right arm was bigger than both of my thighs put together, made a sudden attempt to punch me in the face as I leaned out the window to observe the platform. The conductor who supervised me assured me that such things are very dangerous and happen every day.
Also during the break-in period, I saw a horrible incident in the East New York section of Brooklyn. A horde of black teenagers descended upon a black boy who was sitting quietly by himself. Within seconds, they beat him from head to toe, then quickly fled before the doors closed. We tried to talk to the boy, who was in bad shape, asking him if he wanted medical help or the police. When he said he didn't want either, we asked about the attack. It turned out he was on his way to the first day on a job. The gang beat him up because they didn't want him to work.
After the break-in period, I was qualified as a conductor and began to operate without supervision. It didn't take long for our instructor's prediction to come true. I was conducting a D train in the Bronx when I noticed a large group of black men gathered on the platform, just outside the conductor's window. I felt their threatening presence instinctively, but the rules require that the conductor lean out the window and look down the platform in both directions before he closes the doors. I had no choice but to open my window and take the risk. As soon as I opened it, one of the men spat right into my eyes. I was wearing safety goggles but still got some of the saliva on my skinÃâregulations require that goggles be worn primarily to protect against passenger assaults.
Throughout the four years I spent as a conductor, blacks and Latinos would hide behind posts or other cover and spit at meÃâwith astonishing power and accuracy. Other times they would throw things at me, try to punch me, or yell vile and sometimes inarticulate things at me.
One attack involved a black man of about thirty, who threw a large, glass bottle at my face. I managed to close the window just as the bottle struckÃâit hit with such force, that pieces of glass stuck in the acrylic window of my cab all the way to the end of the trip. As we came into the terminal, I spotted a black supervisor on the platform and couldn't help asking: "What am I supposed to do when someone attacks me as I operate, and the attack is really nasty?" "If you have an injury, you pull the cord and call command to send for the police and the ambulance," was the reply. "But what if you have no injuries? What if he almost killed you but you lucked out?" I continued. "Then there is no problem," said the supervisor, "you keep on going."
On another occasion, when conducting a "D" train in the Bronx, a boy in a crowd of high-school students threw a heavy stone right at my face with great accuracy and force. I instinctively held up my hand to shield my face and was injured severely enough to go to the emergency room. At the hospital, the nurse told me that a bus driver, also injured in an assault, had just been treated and released a couple of hours earlier.
When operating during the "school hours," the early afternoon when students come home from public schools, rowdy studentsÃânone of whom was ever white or OrientalÃâwould routinely disable the trains. They would break windows, pull the emergency break, and tear open the seats so they could cut out electric switches. If the train crew couldn't fix the problem, we would discharge the passengers and transfer the train to the storage yard for repair. When we discharged trains, black and Latino passengers would threaten violence, accusing us of deliberately disabling trains so that we could "go home early."
My ordeal did not end with the work-day. The commute home was just as agonizing as time on the job. In the late hours, when I usually made my way home, the trains were largely bereft of normal, working people. Often there were gangs of "youths" roaming the trains, walking from car to car, jumping on seats, starting fights, and harassing passengers. I often locked myself in the conductor's cab, as I did on the job.
One night, after work, as I was climbing the steps from the subway platform in my own neighborhood, a tall black man came running the other way and crashed into me. He was so badly dressed he looked like a bum. He was carrying a box of Chinese take-out food, which he dropped when he slammed into me. There went his dinner. Although the collision was entirely his fault, he began threatening me, cursing me, and demanding money. I looked around to see if there was anybody else in the stationÃânot that one can expect help from whites in situations like thisÃâbut there was no one.
I don't know how long we argued, but it seemed like an eternity. Keeping him from attacking me took all the energy I had. I finally managed to break away and run home. Exhausted, I collapsed on the floor and began crying, in a way I don't remember doing since I was a small child. What broke me down was not so much this particular incident but the sum of all the assaults and humiliation that took place before itÃâthe attacks, the spitting, the name calling, and, ultimately, my complete inability to do anything about it. Violent self-defense would certainly cost any white transit worker his job.
New Horizons
My job offered me the opportunity to see parts of New York whites seldom see. The United States may be the only country that has never been attacked, but still has places that look as though they went through a war. This once-glamorous cultural capital has neighborhoods, the size of cities, that look like Stalingrad or Yokohama right after a carpet bombing.
The job also acquainted me with blacks I would never otherwise have known. My black colleagues never seemed upset by the behavior of our "customers," nor did they try to avoid working in horrible neighborhoods. One reason was that although they were not entirely safe, they did not face attacks of the same severity or frequency, let alone attacks with racial overtones.
In their off hours, the blacks often held little parties in our filthy, stuffy, underground crew rooms, where they celebrated birthdays or Kwanzaa with cheap cake and fast food. Non-blacks were ordered to leave the room before such events; most blacks believed that segregation on equal terms was better than integration.
The blacks also talked about what a scandal it was that the schools do not teach that Jesus Christ and the ancient Egyptians were black. Every day, during lunch breaks, I witnessed heated debates about such topics. I also learned that anything wrong in black neighborhoods is the fault of whites. My colleagues believed that slavery caused illegitimacy and welfare dependency, and that the government simply refuses to spend money on neighborhoods where they live. "When are they going to take the money and clean up the Bronx, Brooklyn, and upper Manhattan?" they would ask.
Whites never engaged in open debate about such things, preferring to scribble their opinions on the walls of the bathrooms provided for transit workers. "Kill all Niggers," was the harshest sentiment I ever saw, along with such admonitions as "Do your country a favor, kill a liberal!" Working underground seemed to degrade everyone.
In addition to the pressures of the job, I was forced to put up with the anti-white atmosphere of City College. One of the most anti-white teachers was an otherwise intelligent English professor named Hannah Rogers. After a few classes filled with insults to whites, Prof. Rogers made a little speech that went something like this:
"In the beginning, before the white man came along, the colored peoples who once owned this land lived here peacefully, cohabiting with each other, with nature, and with the animals. Then came the Europeans, who killed the people and the animals, and destroyed nature. Now, however, the people of color are beginning to reclaim the land that belongs to them, and there will come a day when the colored masses rise up, and the white people who managed to enslave every other race will be destroyed. The land will be taken back so that the people to whom it belongs can return to living in peace and harmony with each other, and nature. I only hope," she concluded, "that when that day comes, the whites who were good will be spared."
I was offended and shocked, but I learned something I had never suspected. I always thought "liberals" are the way they are because they live in white ghettos and don't realize what is happening around them. Not so. At least some of them believe a civil war is on the horizon. They hope for it, they encourage it, and may even expect to gain from it.
East New York
Perhaps the most dreadful incident of my career at the TA was in the summer of 1993, while I was working on the A line. This is one of the lines that goes into the worst neighborhood of the city, the East New York section of Brooklyn. I never operated there for a single day without being assaulted or humiliated in some way.
On one hot afternoon, as I opened the doors at the Ralph Avenue station, I heard what sounded like gunshots. They were a lot quieter than in movies, and at first I thought it was just some noise coming from the equipment. However, I was unnerved to see a couple of blacks, wearing face masks, rush out of the last car, up the steps, and disappear.
There was no way to misunderstand the situation; an incident had taken place in the last car, and the rules required the conductor to investigate. No experienced conductor would ever go back to the last car in a situation like that, no matter what the rules say, but I was not very experienced. After making some announcements to the passengers, I gathered all my courage and walked back to the last car, pretending to be calm.
There were people standing in every door shouting about the delay. In the last car, I found a man lying on the floor with bloody wounds in his legs. I used my portable radio to tell the train operator what had happened, and began to walk back to the center of the train to my position. The train operator made a loud announcement requesting that all passengers leave the train, and I was to make sure that all the cars were empty before we closed the doors to wait for the police.
I was the only white person in the station. As the passengers got off, they stayed on the platform and began to form a row close to the train. I walked toward my position, fenced in by the train on the left and by the row of people on the right. I passed three cars and had two more to go, to reach the only position from which I could close the doors. I was supposed to walk all the way to the front, passing all ten cars, to make sure that no passengers remained in them. I sensed that I could not make it to the front of the train, and tried only to get back to my position.
As I advanced, the people seemed to move closer to the train, gradually narrowing the path until it became too narrow for me to pass without touching them. "Who got shot, black or white?" I heard a young man shout. Then I saw hands reaching out to grab me and fists aimed to punch me. Just as I was about to pass the third car, one of the punches hit my shoulder. At this point I realized there was a real chance that I could beÃâwellÃâlynched before the police arrived.
My heart pounding, I jumped into the car and began running inside the train, trying to reach my position. I no longer cared about any passengers remaining in the cars; I just ran. There were two more cars to cross, each separated by a pair of heavy, steel doors that open slowly. I wrenched them open with all my might. Meanwhile, the crowd seemed about to follow me into the train. I finally reached my position and, without any announcements or sticking my head out to observe the platform, shoved my key in and hit the door close buttons. The lights indicated that half the doors had not closed, meaning that people were holding them. When this happens, normally the conductor opens them again to let people in or out, but I refused to open up. After several tense minutes, people stopped holding the doors and they finally closed.
I hid in my cab for perhaps as long as half an hour until the police finally arrived. "What kind of people did you see running in masks?" asked a black bureaucrat dressed in a business suit. I refused to answer, for fear that mentioning blacks could get me in trouble. He seemed to be familiar with this attitude on the part of whites, because he calmly and understandingly said, "They were black, right?" He nodded his head in answer to his own question, and made a note on a piece of paper.
Later, as we were slowly moving into the service yard, accompanied by a police escort, I reflected on the incident. I recalled how many times I have heard liberals claiming that 99 percent of the blacks who live in these neighborhoods are "hard working and law abiding," with only a tiny one percent who cause trouble. Perhaps I'm prejudiced, but among the hundreds of people on that platform who looked as though they were ready to lynch me, I didn't see many who looked hard working or law abiding.
During the same summer, there was another incident, while passing Kennedy Airport. I heard something that sounded like an explosion. I investigated but didn't find anything that could have caused it, though the sound seemed to come from nearby. Then, as we pulled into the next station, I was notified over the radio that my train operator, a black woman, had had her windshield broken out by a stone block, the size of a child's head, thrown from somewhere on the airport's property. I then realized, that what I had heard was the sound of another stone smashing between the two cars, just missing my cab window. One of these rocks is heavy enough to kill a person easily. The train operator was lucky to be alive.
It is hard to believe, but I worked for two more years in the subway before I finally turned my back on that hellish job, in the summer of 1995. I now live in a privately policed community in Manhattan. I ride the subways only if an emergency requires it. [/QUOTE]
2003-11-19 23:02 | User Profile
[QUOTE=il ragno]In today's VNN reader mail - and, Alex, ya blew it! Cos this is a stand-alone essay for the homepage if anything is. It actually ought to be published, and prominently, in what we laughingly call the mainstream press....it [I]ought [/I] to be, but - well, [B]you[/B] know.
No intelligent alternative to white nationalism. Hell, I'd feel guilt pangs siccing our coloreds on [I]Africa[/I],since baby rape and muti cults are a night at the opera compared to what Jamaal and T-Bone would wreak upon that continent in record time. But they've gotta go somewhere, because they can't stay [B]here[/B].[/QUOTE] That story is from [url]www.amren.com[/url] I lived in that terror till I was 17. As I escaped and my family did a year later.. NYC ethnically cleansed the whites out of it. Remainig Rotarian White America, has no idea what Baltimore, NYC, Detroit, etc is/was, and that if itz not coming, then the gulags are and many won't even get to shower with clean water. My Mother having been a N.C. farm girl, married a New Yorker, demographic's in NYC started changing fast after 1958 and by the King Kong riot's of 68, it was time to git, if you had a brain. I look back see how brave my mother was...
2003-11-19 23:45 | User Profile
Zimbabwe is already here. Whitey is too dazed and brainwashed to care to notice.
2003-11-20 01:03 | User Profile
I can remember first reading that story back in '98, and coming across it later at Amren. Fascinating and frightening. Sums up many aspects about big cities, the races, racism, common sense, the government and the USA in general.
Since it's been around the block a few times, maybe that's why Alex left it in the 'letters' section.
2003-11-20 04:29 | User Profile
[QUOTE=madrussian]Zimbabwe is already here. Whitey is too dazed and brainwashed to care to notice.[/QUOTE] Mad Russian, they are especially dopey if they live the remaining white areas and go to the Ass-meblie's, Nazerene, J.W. Presbetarian, Unitarian's mental patient's, and Four Square churches. The Catholic system is bad, but most of the white's in it are not buying the b.s. just like rank and file Baptist's, and Luthuran's are not. At this stage the leftist non believer's and the nut churche's are one.. NO, I not attacking Christian's or the patriot who run's this site. The level of talk radio, with Medfart, Savage etc. is anti white, and Western man period.. Savage, I heard today for ten minutes, the first time in weeks, he was whining Oy Veh the WESTERN PERSUCUTION, and how Turkery helped the pets after Queen Isabella kicked them out of Spain in 1492, Mr.SAVAGE PET, tell the folks, how they inspired in 1683? an attack and attemped looting and rape of Vienna, huh......
2003-11-20 09:24 | User Profile
Off topic, but as to the Y*ds of Spain and their poisecution, one should keep in mind the writings of the great Catholic historian of that nation, William Walsh:
I do realize "that the sole cause for the Marrano emigration was the persecutions of the Inquisition", but I do not grant that these persecutions "sent myriads of inoffensive persons to the stake for no other crime than practising in secret a few harmless ancestral rites". Of the 2,000 persons burned during the lifetime of Isabella many were criminals who would have been sentenced to death in any case by the State courts. The Inquisition punished bigamists, blasphemers, church robbers, usurers, religious impostors, pseudo-mystics. Granting, however, that many of the Conversos were executed for their opinions alone, it is unfair to ignore the fact, as Dr. Roth does, that those opinions at that time were considered treasonable, if not worse, by a large majority of the people. The Spanish were at war with a brutal, remorseless Oriental enemy, whose successes and atrocities were reported daily. They had been defending Christendom from that enemy for seven hundred years. The Jews within their borders, having incited the Mohammedan conquest in the first place, still sympathized with the enemy, sharing their hatred of the Church of Christ, and desiring the destruction of Christian civilizationââ¬âfacts amply attested by Jewish writers. The Jews and Conversos had angered the people, moreover, by their ostentatious display of wealth, by their turbulence, by their usury, by their immorality, by their corrupting of Church and State, by their purchase of the taxing privilege and their abuse of it, by their open gibes and foul blasphemies against the Christian faith, and particularly against the Blessed Sacrament and against Mary the Mother of God. Does Dr. Roth ask us to attribute these charges to "mediaeval bigotry" alone, in face of all the evidence supporting them? And does he seriously expect the historian to reject them as slanders, when it is obvious to any well-informed person that the Jews (as a race) are playing the same part in history today that they played in the Middle Ages? From the time they caused the crucifixion of their Redeemer and called down upon themselves the curse that so unmistakably has followed them, they have been the persistent enemies of Christian culture. Jewish writers boast of it. They boast that the Jews not only incited the terrible ravages of the Moslems, with the consequent shedding of so much innocent Christian blood, but actually bored from within so successfully that they had something to do with setting in motion most of the great heresies that have divided and corrupted the Western world; they boast that the Jews encouraged the pernicious Albigensian sect and fostered or instigated Protestantism. And today, when the atheistic tyranny of Communism assumes the place that Mohammedanism once held as the arch-foe of Christian liberty and decency, we find that it was a Jew, Marx, who laid down its principles, that it was a Jew, Trotsky, who, with Lenin, translated it into action, and that nearly all its active apologists in Western Europe and America are Jews, who look forward to the destruction of the present social order because they conceive that under Communism the Jew will rule openly at last over the races he considers inferior. In America the Jews are becoming as insolently assertive as in fifteenth-century Spain. The New York Times of 7 December, 1930, quoted Rabbi Stephen S. Wise as demanding, in a sermon, "Is Western civilization with its grimmest, grimiest social injustice and wrong, worth saving? Or is it not the function of the Jew to bring about the supercession of that decrepit, degenerate, and inevitably perishing civilization, so-called?" What is really at the bottom of Jewish hatred against our civilization is revealed every now and then in attacks by Jewish rabbis on Christ and the Church of Christ in the principal American magazines; and only last year Jewish publishers brought forth a foul and blasphemous book by a Chicago Jew, Ben Hecht, in which one of the Jewish characters is made to say something that I set down with great reluctance, and only because I believe the cause of truth demands it: "One of the finest things ever done by the mob was the crucifixion of Christ. Intellectually it was a splendid gesture. But trust the mob to bungle it. If I'd been there, if I'd had charge of executing Christ, I'd have handled it differently. You see, what I would have done was had him shipped to Rome and fed to the lions. They could never had made a saviour out of mincemeat." And he, Roth would have us believe that the Jews in the Middle Ages did nothing to earn the resentment of the populace!
2003-11-20 13:47 | User Profile
All I'll say is if you're in NYC, don't ride the subways, especially in the boroughs. If you're in Manhattan, the subway anywhere from Battery Park to about 96th St, east or west side is OK. The City will propagandize that the subway system of 2003 is worlds safer and cleaner than it was in the 70's and 80's, but while the subway cars of today are graffitti-proof and modern, the clientele that uses the system and the neighborhoods it goes through are worse than ever. It is totally non-white outside of Manhattan. That story about the White subway conductor still holds weight today.
2003-11-20 23:43 | User Profile
Campion Moore Boru - thanks for posting the piece by William Walsh. I'm going to copy it and forward it to all deserving parties.
2003-11-21 18:43 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Roy Batty]If you're in Manhattan, the subway anywhere from Battery Park to about 96th St, east or west side is OK.[/QUOTE]
Unless it's the A, C or D rollin' through to final destination, East New York, Bronx, etc. I swear to God, the NYC subway ranks #7 or #8 in terms of the formation of my racial consciousness. My train is "average" in terms of, ahem, racial composition, but on some legs, I am frequently the [I]only White person on the car,[/I] and an even half-full car is a lot of people. I have to say, you get used to it, and you don't. It's stressful. I notice a definite drop in my heart rate and blood pressure when the boolies file off and the Whites file on. When it's really black, it really sucks. You're just surrounded by these creatures. There's no other word for them. It's like being packed in with animals. Most of the time, they're not making trouble, but they make trouble enough that you're always slightly on edge. By now, I've had more than a dozen truly horrible experiences, though no injuries, thank God. All with blacks, one with a Hispanic woman.
It's just bad, bad, bad, all the way around. You know it's no basis for a normal, natural, healthy society. You know it's about race. And you know that it [I]cannot[/I] be the future for us and our children.
2003-11-21 19:04 | User Profile
I take the subways in NYC when I have to get to the Upper East Side, and the last stop I get off of is 86th St. The trains I get on (almost always the 6 or the C-west side) have a rather proportionate number of Whites on them, so it's not like it's almost entirely Black and Mestizo.
2003-11-21 20:43 | User Profile
I like the subway stories, fellas. Hugh, I can relate to your experiences in the subway system, although I don't work in Manhattan. I think you quoted me and not Roy Batty up above, but anyway the only time I'll ever even descend into subterranean NYC transit is if I'm in Manhattan for leisure and I'm going from the Upper West to Midtown or SoHo or vice versa. That's because those lines, such as the 4/6 and the 1/9, between 96th and say Houston or Canal St, typically have a more proportionate White count than anywhere in the other boroughs. I live near a subway line in the Bronx and I haven't used it in 13 years. I'll use Metro North to get to Midtown and then use the subway to go uptown or downtown if I feel like going to the city for a night out. Sometimes I just drive, although that sucks too, because of traffic and parking.
2003-11-21 21:05 | User Profile
I have extensive experience with the DC metro, and little with any NYC subway lines. I've always avoided the subway in NYC at all costs, and have wondered if that has been pointless due to the media hyping the new Guilianized system.
Anybody want to make a comparison of the two systems- DC vs. NYC? The Metro is always clean and almost never threatening, although on the lines I travel there are normally huge military types riding due to the stops in Pentagon and Crystal City. I suspect that there are few similarities between the two.
Could be this points up the result of having a humongous taxpayer financed jobs program aka The Federal Government as opposed to having hordes of wild animals subsisting only on massive doses of ganja and orange Crush.
2003-11-22 02:14 | User Profile
[QUOTE=weisbrot] Could be this points up the result of having a humongous taxpayer financed jobs program aka The Federal Government as opposed to having hordes of wild animals subsisting only on massive doses of ganja and orange Crush.[/QUOTE]
Orange Crush? That's amusing. In LA the boolies have their ganja but it's grape soda when it comes to nutrition. For the mexers - it's strawberry soda. BTW - if you didn't see it in the other post, got yer PM, let me know if you need any info etc. while yer out in the wilds of S. CA.