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Thread ID: 18941 | Posts: 30 | Started: 2005-07-01
2005-07-01 21:36 | User Profile
Like I said earlier, I don't ordinarily care for Nicholas Stix - an alarmist neocon Zionist for the most part - but he is one of the only even-somewhat-disseminated (forget 'mainstream') writers who will write honestly about race. Since I was digging up old Stix in another thread, I thought I'd give him a second showcase on the ever-relevant, ever-resonant issue of [I]prisoner rape[/I].
(And if this topic makes you antsy, just be grateful I can't access the Donny the Punk story I'd posted at the Phora a few weeks ago....)
[QUOTE][url]http://geocities.com/nstix/nyttowhiteprisoners.html[/url]
[SIZE=4][FONT=Tahoma]New York Times to White Prisoners: ‘Bend Over and Take It’[/FONT][/SIZE]
By Nicholas Stix
If you’re an Arab terrorist, the New York Times is willing to lie about the Geneva Conventions, in order to aid and abet you. But if you’re a white American prisoner, as far as Times publisher Arthur “Pinch” Sulzberger Jr. and his lackeys are concerned, no punishment is too grisly to be meted out to you.
The November 14 Times ran a house editorial, “Racial Segregation in Prison”, opposing a California prison policy being challenged before the U.S. Supreme Court, that for many white prisoners, has been the difference between life and death.
California prison officials have in recent years been guilty of showing mercy to white prisoners, and the Times will not stand for that. The California Department of Corrections racially segregates new prisoners with members of their own race for 60 days after their arrival in an institution. The reason for the practice is simple enough, but in matters of race, the Times can always be counted on to hide from or lie about the facts. Targeting white inmates for rape based on the color of their skin has long been a sport among the black (and to a lesser degree, Hispanic) prisoners who dominate so many prisons in this country, and who consider such racial attacks their birthright. And since such rapes are often committed by violent offenders who know they are HIV+, and result in the death of the victim through AIDS, they are thus a package deal of assault, rape, and murder, not to mention the sexual slavery that the rape initiates. Note that the slavery that is pervasive in the nation’s prisons is just one more thing the Times doesn’t want you to know about. And so, the same newspaper that opposes the death penalty for blacks and Hispanics is not at all concerned, if every prison sentence for a white man, no matter how brief and how petty the offense, may become in practice, a death sentence. I believe the Constitution calls that, “cruel and unusual punishment.”
Arthur Sulzberger Jr. couldn’t care less about some white guys getting the shaft. Indeed, the racial socialism Sulzberger’s paper promotes both in its news and editorial sections, amounts to little more than the belief that white, heterosexual men should get the shaft, literally, and figuratively, in every possible way. Or at least, white, heterosexual men who aren’t well-to-do leftists. Conversely, if it were known that white prisoners were violently raping, sexually enslaving, and murdering black prisoners through the deliberate transmission of HIV infection, the story would run in its proper place, on the top of page one.
The anonymous Times editorialist opined,
[I]The State of California says its policy, by which hundreds of thousands of prisoners were segregated last year, reduces violence in the cells. After 60 days, the state says it has enough information to decide whether particular inmates are dangerous. Of course, it is possible that the policy makes things worse. At oral argument, Justice John Paul Stevens asked what he called a “stupid question”: whether, if California wants to discourage racial gangs, it wouldn't make more sense to house prisoners with members of a different race.[/I]
Justice Stevens was being cute; he didn’t for one moment think his question was stupid. Let’s see. If we break up the white minority of inmates in most maximum security California prisons, and pair them off with racist, ultraviolent, black and Hispanic gangbangers, will that discourage racial gangs or racial violence? In a word, Mr. Justice: No. But such a policy would give us the penal equivalent of busing, another program that rich leftists who are insulated from its consequences have always loved.
Last May, John Paul Stevens made much of his opposition to the death penalty. However, Stevens has no problem with the machinery of death when, in the hands of racist black and Hispanic prisoners, it takes the lives of white prisoners.
In an irony that is likely lost on Justice Stevens, the only white male prisoners who are reasonably safe are the ultraviolent, neo-Nazi sociopaths who are members of white supremacist gangs. The white gang members protect each other.
Back to the Times:
[I]The United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit upheld the policy. It invoked a Supreme Court precedent, Turner v. Safley, giving prisons broad authority in how they handle their inmates. California produced little evidence to support its segregation policy, but the court accepted as ‘common sense’ the notion that there is a connection between segregating prisoners and combating violence.[/I]
The far-left “Ninth Circus” showed some humanity! Well, we can’t have that, can we?
The Times editorialist exploited a peculiar institution of contemporary discourse. Socialists and communists like Pinch Sulzberger have for forty years demonized anyone who talks in explicitly racial terms, unless he is seeking to provide racial advantages to blacks. Speaking in explicitly racial terms about black racism or black social pathologies, as the late Daniel Patrick Moynihan learned almost 40 years ago, gets one shouted down as a “racist,” and booted out of polite society. And so, California officials didn’t dare mention to the justices the 800-pound gorilla of race in the courtroom, a reticence which the Times editorialist then exploited with, “California produced little evidence to support its segregation policy …”
The Times:
[I]The Ninth Circuit should have been far more skeptical. The courts have long applied ‘strict scrutiny,’ an onerous legal standard, to racial classifications. The Ninth Circuit wants to carve out an exception for prisons. But given the history of racial discrimination in American penology, from segregated prisons and work farms to chain gangs, the courts should be highly demanding in reviewing racial policies behind bars.
This case might be harder if California prisons used racial segregation rarely, and only in response to serious threats or instances of racially motivated violence. But a blanket policy that separates all new prisoners on the basis of race is unconstitutional.[/I]
This is the usual Times hypocrisy, where race is concerned. When a policy racially advantages blacks and disadvantages whites, the Times supports blanket policies, and opposes all scrutiny and skepticism. And the California policy is of course in response to “serious threats or instances of racially motivated violence.” What the Times writer really means, is that where white victims are concerned, nothing counts as a “serious threat” or as “racially motivated violence.”
And we can safely ignore the Times’ reference to “the history of racial discrimination in American penology,” which is just the sort of blanket statement that the writer already condemned. (But it’s a blanket statement in favor of black racial privilege.) Whenever the Times proposes some sort of outrageous racial notion or practice, it repeats the mantra, “the history of racial discrimination.”
(Times op-ed columnist and racial newsroom enforcer, Bob Herbert, did just that on August 20, in “Voting While Black,” when he argued that for Florida state police detectives to interview elderly black witnesses in the latter’s homes while armed, as part of an election fraud investigation, constituted racial intimidation.
“The officers were armed and in plain clothes. For elderly African-American voters, who remember the terrible torment inflicted on blacks who tried to vote in the South in the 1950's and 60's, the sight of armed police officers coming into their homes to interrogate them about voting is chilling indeed.”
Note Herbert’s logical implication that police officers should not be permitted to be armed while working in black neighborhoods, lest they cause residents to “remember the terrible torment inflicted on blacks …”)
By the way, can someone explain to me how racially segregated chain gangs would be an instance of “racial discrimination in American penology”? The Times editorialist apparently assumes, a la the Supreme Court in Brown vs. Board of Education, that all-white chain gangs are inherently superior to their all-black counterparts.
Prison rape is such as serious problem that Human Rights Watch, of all organizations, devoted a study to it in 2001: No Escape: Male Rape in U.S. Prisons, which cited the racial rape of white prisoners as a serious problem.
[I]Past studies have documented [U]the prevalence of black on white sexual aggression[/U] in prison. These findings are further confirmed by Human Rights Watch's own research. Overall, our correspondence and interviews with white, black, and Hispanic inmates convince us that [U]white inmates are disproportionately targeted for abuse[/U]. Although many whites reported being raped by white inmates, black on white abuse appears to be more common. To a much lesser extent, non-Hispanic whites also reported being victimized by Hispanic inmates.[/I]
The Human Rights Watch report helped bring about the federal Prison Rape Elimination Act of 2003, which the November 14 editorialist appears to have plum forgotten about. Normally, the Times loves federal laws, but as far as Sulzberger & Co. are concerned, in cases of racial violence or racial discrimination, whites must not benefit from federal legislation.
The November 14 editorial was not the first venture into the realm of prison violence by the Times editorial page. On September 7, editorial board member Brent Staples wrote a signed editorial, “Fighting the AIDS Epidemic by Issuing Condoms in the Prisons”, with condoms offering a surefire way to curb AIDS. Yep, that’ll do it. When a prisoner is about to be raped, all he’ll have to do is request that his attacker don a condom.
Staples left out that little matter of so much prison sex being a matter of rape. (He mentioned prison rape in passing, only to go back to his spiel, which implicitly denied its significance, and never mentioned its often racial character.)
[I]The connection between the prison experience and the spread of AIDS outside prison is especially clear in poor communities, where a great many men spend time behind bars at some point in their lives. But with millions of people regularly exposed to H.I.V. in the prison system, the entire country has both a moral and a medical obligation to confront the sexual realities of prison life.
Until then, lives will be lost and prison-borne diseases will continue to spread from the corrections system into the community at large.[/I]
Too bad Brent Staples refuses “to confront the sexual realities of prison life.”
The only thing worse than the Times neglecting a serious social problem, is when the paper devotes space to one. [/QUOTE]
2005-07-02 16:17 | User Profile
[QUOTE=il ragno]Like I said earlier, I don't ordinarily care for Nicholas Stix - an alarmist neocon Zionist for the most part - but he is one of the only even-somewhat-disseminated (forget 'mainstream') writers who will write honestly about race. Since I was digging up old Stix in another thread, I thought I'd give him a second showcase on the ever-relevant, ever-resonant issue of prisoner rape.
(And if this topic makes you antsy, just be grateful I can't access the Donny the Punk story I'd posted at the Phora a few weeks ago....)[/QUOTE] [QUOTE] On September 7, editorial board member Brent Staples wrote a signed editorial, ââ¬ÅFighting the AIDS Epidemic by Issuing Condoms in the Prisonsââ¬Â, with condoms offering a surefire way to curb AIDS. Yep, thatââ¬â¢ll do it. When a prisoner is about to be raped, all heââ¬â¢ll have to do is request that his attacker don a condom.[/QUOTE]
The mind boggles. Rape isn't about sex, it's about power. The Staples fellow seems to assume that the sex is consensual. What an idiot.
2005-07-02 17:02 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Angeleyes]The mind boggles. Rape isn't about sex, it's about power. [/QUOTE]
This is a popular legend and about as real as the Easter Bunny. As a former supervisor in the biggest jail in the state of New Jersey (Camden County - 3000+ inmates) and a Police officer for over a quarter century, I have had extensive experience with rapists (and their victims) and I assure you that rape is a crime based in [B]sexual lust[/B]. This politically correct "power" argument is nothing but hogwash designed to make the perpetrators of such crimes look a little less like the monsters they are. I have heard inmates laugh about and compare notes on their methods of sexual assault. They generally describe in lurid and graphic detail "what a great piece she was" and frequently say they want to "do" her again when they get out. The black ones, who make up the majority, prefer White women and will deny themselves an easy black victim in order to assault a White woman.
2005-07-02 17:02 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Angeleyes]The mind boggles. Rape isn't about sex, it's about power. The [B][I]Staples[/I][/B] fellow seems to assume that the sex is consensual. What an idiot.[/QUOTE]Mr. Staples is a black intellectual from suburban Philadelphia. In the past he has been free to air his standards on the editorial page.
2005-07-02 18:58 | User Profile
Il Ragno,
I thought Dennis De Young and **STYX[/B] was a rock band.
Seriously, before we start worrying about Saddam's rape room, we might get our own house in order. :starwars:
2005-07-03 11:56 | User Profile
"...Saddam's rape room..."
Atrocity porn.
2005-07-22 11:40 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Angeleyes]The mind boggles. Rape isn't about sex, it's about power. The Staples fellow seems to assume that the sex is consensual. What an idiot.[/QUOTE] The issue is confused because no one thinks it out. Women have the power to decide who is worthy of having sex with them and thus rape is an act of both sex and power because the two concepts are intertwined. In other words, SEX IS POWER! The rapist views the woman as having power over him because he can't get sex from her and thus he forcibly takes what she would not give to him under normal circumstances.
Gay prison rape is merely a form of animalistic abnormal conquest.
2005-07-22 14:37 | User Profile
[QUOTE=OttoR]The issue is confused because no one thinks it out. Women have the power to decide who is worthy of having sex with them and thus rape is an act of both sex and power because the two concepts are intertwined. In other words, SEX IS POWER! The rapist views the woman as having power over him because he can't get sex from her and thus he forcibly takes what she would not give to him under normal circumstances.
Gay prison rape is merely a form of animalistic abnormal conquest.[/QUOTE]
A woman will choose her mate on the basis of whether he will produce strong and healthy offspring. The power of choice, the power of finding a suitable mate to produce the next generation is her power. The rapist wants to circumvent this process and introduce his sperm in an uncooperative mate. However, he lacks the concern over the next generation or whether his offspring will be strong or healthy. His desire to do harm, hurt or demean his partner accentuates the value sex has for him. He seems to gather no value from producing offspring, or pleasuring his partner. Sex then becomes merely a focus of selfish pleasure at the expense of another. Thus, the gay rapist having no value in offspring is merely using the body of another to satisfy himself. This is just another reason why gay sex is an unnatural form of sex. It produces nothing. In prison, I would agree with those who claim sex is a tool for power over others. The possibility of being raped by another man can create fear in a man, and make him a tool for manipulation by a cruel and heartless attacker.
2005-07-22 14:52 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Sertorius] Seriously, before we start worrying about Saddam's rape room, we might get our own house in order. :starwars:[/QUOTE]
Sert, great point which is surely lost on the stupid-ass freepers especially when their Big Brother Hannity rants on cue that the 'war was all worth it because we shut down Saddam's rape rooms'.
Meanwhile the prisons in the US are a disgrace to humanity, offering no rehabilitation but slave labor and state-sanctioned rape and violence.
2005-07-22 15:00 | User Profile
[QUOTE=xmetalhead]Sert, great point which is surely lost on the stupid-ass freepers especially when their Big Brother Hannity rants on cue that the 'war was all worth it because we shut down Saddam's rape rooms'.
Meanwhile the prisons in the US are a disgrace to humanity, offering no rehabilitation but slave labor and state-sanctioned rape and violence.[/QUOTE] Criminals are the disgrace to humanity. The rape and violence is the reason why they are there in the first place.
2005-07-22 16:01 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Ron]Criminals are the disgrace to humanity. The rape and violence is the reason why they are there in the first place.[/QUOTE]
The criminals deserve punishment for their crimes, no doubt, but not all are a disgrace to humanity and plenty would qualify for rehabilitation.
However, I don't care what you say, no prisoner while serving his time in prison deserves [I]de rigueur[/I] cruel and unusual punishment, especially rape.
2005-07-22 17:40 | User Profile
[QUOTE]The issue is confused because no one thinks it out. Women have the power to decide who is worthy of having sex with them and thus rape is an act of both sex and power because the two concepts are intertwined.[/QUOTE]
Right -- there are two perspectives, the man's and the woman's. To the man, it is mostly about sex. To the woman, it is about sex, but is also about power, as OttoR says. The rape deprives her of her sexual autonomy, her power to choose her partners.
2005-07-22 17:56 | User Profile
[QUOTE=xmetalhead]The criminals deserve punishment for their crimes, no doubt, but not all are a disgrace to humanity and plenty would qualify for rehabilitation.
However, I don't care what you say, no prisoner while serving his time in prison deserves [I]de rigueur[/I] cruel and unusual punishment, especially rape.[/QUOTE]
The State is not imposing cruel and unusual punishment, his fellow criminals are. These people are criminals, and continue their criminal and demented behavior even while behind bars. The positive side is they are in prison and not on the streets of our cities. The down side is there is not a lot prison officials can do. I certainly don't condone rape, and I find the practice appalling. However, what can a prison do?
2005-07-23 00:32 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Ron]The State is not imposing cruel and unusual punishment, his fellow criminals are. These people are criminals, and continue their criminal and demented behavior even while behind bars. The positive side is they are in prison and not on the streets of our cities. The down side is there is not a lot prison officials can do. I certainly don't condone rape, and I find the practice appalling. However, what can a prison do?[/QUOTE] One could argue that the State is culpable in the sense of being negligent in its administration of prison population. There have been lawsuits won on negligenct and strict liability of less grevious bodily harm.
Funny, none of the ACLU crusader for "rights" seems to want to champion a white prisoner. Wonder why that is? :thumbd:
2005-07-23 01:00 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Ron]The State is not imposing cruel and unusual punishment, his fellow criminals are. These people are criminals, and continue their criminal and demented behavior even while behind bars. The positive side is they are in prison and not on the streets of our cities. The down side is there is not a lot prison officials can do. I certainly don't condone rape, and I find the practice appalling. However, what can a prison do?[/QUOTE] Ron, I think that if you investigated the phenomenon of prison rape a little more, you would find it impossible to be so cavalier about it. It is a program of systematic sexual exploitation of white men at the hands of blacks and Hispanics. Any effort to control it, such as an initial segregation of prisoners by race, is disallowed. It is a means to control the white population, since they know that they can be cast into a veritable pit of demons if they step out of line.
2005-07-23 04:06 | User Profile
If you are a white man and the "authorities" are after you, the best thing you can do is refuse to be taken to prison alive, even if you have to kill and be killed. If all whites knew what goes on in prison and adopted such a policy, then maybe the cops and others would stop joking about prison rape and start putting pressure on the system to do something about it.
2005-07-23 06:09 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Angler]If you are a white man and the "authorities" are after you, the best thing you can do is refuse to be taken to prison alive, even if you have to kill and be killed. If all whites knew what goes on in prison and adopted such a policy, then maybe the cops and others would stop joking about prison rape and start putting pressure on the system to do something about it.[/QUOTE] You are right, White men are really naive about prison. In the typical minority-dominated prison even the athletic White guys are usually overpowered by Blacks who are in higher numbers. The fate of these White men is worse than death. There is no question about it: White men are forced to perform homosexual acts and will be treated as submissive women by the Black majority. The shocking knowledge of that situation should serve as a wakeup call to anyone who still foolishly regards Blacks as rational people.
2005-07-24 01:40 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Angeleyes]One could argue that the State is culpable in the sense of being negligent in its administration of prison population. There have been lawsuits won on negligenct and strict liability of less grevious bodily harm.
Funny, none of the ACLU crusader for "rights" seems to want to champion a white prisoner. Wonder why that is? :thumbd:[/QUOTE]
The ACLU and every other supposed civil rights organization hates white people, and white males in particular. They have this notion that all the ills of minorities are to be laid at the feet of white men. The ACLU is full of Jewish lawyers who undoubtedly associate white men with Nazi's, and see the plight of blacks as being equivalent as Jews in Nazi Germany.
2005-07-24 02:03 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Quantrill]Ron, I think that if you investigated the phenomenon of prison rape a little more, you would find it impossible to be so cavalier about it. It is a program of systematic sexual exploitation of white men at the hands of blacks and Hispanics. Any effort to control it, such as an initial segregation of prisoners by race, is disallowed. It is a means to control the white population, since they know that they can be cast into a veritable pit of demons if they step out of line.[/QUOTE]
So, what can be done? Nothing. The system is obviously against them. It's not a matter of being cavalier, but rather accepting the situation. The only solution is for the white guy to stay out of prison in the first place. I've known a few who have gone to prison. I know rape goes on, both male and female. So does buying and selling drugs, contracted murder as well as rape. These places are hellholes, intended for the very worst aspects of our society. Do I feel sympathy for a rapist who goes to prison, and discovers he's Bubba's plaything? No. I want whites to act like whites, and not a bunch of criminal negroes. In California, prisons segregate gangs from each other. If a white is a Nazi with 88 tattooed on his chest he may get segregated as well.
2005-07-24 04:41 | User Profile
[QUOTE]Do I feel sympathy for a rapist who goes to prison, and discovers he's Bubba's plaything? No. [/QUOTE]
You're either not getting it or not wanting to.
[I]It ain't hardcore, savage white criminals being thrown to Bubba! [/I] Last year somebody here posted a story of a white guy housed in a holding tank over the weekend [B]ON A FRIGGIN' DWI [/B] who was repeatedly raped and had an eye gouged out of his skull!
[QUOTE]However, what can a prison do?[/QUOTE]
Segregate inmate popuation by race and severity of offense. This isn't rocket science!
2005-07-24 04:49 | User Profile
[QUOTE]So, what can be done? Nothing. The system is obviously against them. It's not a matter of being cavalier, but rather accepting the situation. [/QUOTE]
Ok, you asked for this, so don't complain if this story deeply offends/distirbs you.
[url]http://www.spr.org/en/news/pre2002/doc_01_answerme.html][/url]
[SIZE=4][FONT=Impact]The Punk Who Wouldn't Shut Up[/FONT][/SIZE]
[I]By Jim Goad[/I] (Originally printed in ANSWER Me! and censored in Bellingham, WA.)
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Some of our readers - and I pity them - will never be kicked in the jaw with a hard rubber boot heel. Or bashed in the skull with a bicycle pump. Or whipped by their parents until they can't walk anymore. You really don't know what you're missing.
Great souls rarely sprout from happy environments. While suffering may destroy the weak, strong individuals are able to steer their misfortune toward their own advantage. Using a kind of psychic alchemy they're able to take the shit that's been dumped on their heads and turn it into gold. Given the right temperament suffering can create character.
Donny the Punk has a lot of character.
He seemed to have been born with it although he wasn't called Donny the Punk when he was born. That "baptism" would come three decades later. At birth he was named Robert Martin, Jr., son of a gung-ho Navy officer. Donny adopted the pseudonym of Stephen Donaldson after graduating from high school. It was a self-defining gesture. A way of reinventing himself. He does that a lot.
In 1973, when exercising your free speech carried the strong likelihood of getting your head split open with a billy club, Donny stuck to his ideological guns. As a former sailor who was committed to nonviolence, he said he felt a spiritual "leading" to participate in a peaceful Quaker pray-in against the Vietnam War. It was scheduled to be held on the White House lawn.
A true child of the times, Donny had thrown the I Ching to get a sense of what lay ahead for the pray-in. The forecast looked like rain: Joy with coming misfortune....Breakthrough after a long accumulation of tension....Resoluteness. One must resolutely make the matter known at the court of the king. It must be announced truthfully. Danger.... Attuning himself to the oracle, Donny felt strongly that he'd be arrested for his nonviolent action.
As the Ancient Venerable Oriental Hexagrams of Soothsaying had predicted, the pray-in began with a jolt of spiritual joy. Donny fairly quaked with communal love and a sense of his own destiny. But THE MAN stepped onto the scene and busted the pray-in. Unlike his colleagues, though , Donny refused to pay the ten-dollar bail.
He didn't feel he had done anything wrong. A matter of principle.
It was also a factor, which he'll readily admit, of middle-class naïveté. Donny had been reporting on the Pentagon for the Overseas Weekly. With the unworldliness typical of most reporters, he didn't think twice about listing his occupation as " journalist" when he was booked into D.C. Jail. That was his first mistake.
For a week he was assigned to one of the jail's cushier wings, which was stocked with a few white-color crooks and sexagenarian blacks. He played chess and discussed ideology with Watergate burglar and psychotic ANSWER Me! hero G. Gordon Liddy. Although Liddy couldn't be more of a polar opposite to Donny politically, he grudgingly gave him his mustachioed respect. Liddy had Donny correctly pegged as a man of action, not a follower.
Jail, however, is no place for idealism After seven days of relatively luxurious incarceration, Donny still refused to foot the ten-buck bail. But the jail cops, headed by a man with the quintessentially coplike name of Clinton Cobb, seemed to think that Donny was digging dirt for a newspaper exposé on corrupt jail conditions. Cobb colled Donny to his office and firmly suggested that he pay his ten dollars and scoot. Donny refused. On principle. That was his second mistake.
Clinton "Corn on the" Cobb reassigned Donny to Cellblock 2, the jail's most fearsome sector. The violent wing. Where they kept the killers and rapists, some three hundred of them on five tiers. His ass was grass.
During what was known as "indoor recreation period" on Donny's first night in CB2, a youth calling himself "Baseball" befriended him. Said he'd heard that Donny was a pacifist. Said that he and a bunch of friends wanted to discuss pacifism with him. Agreeing that it was a subject worthy of serious discourse, Donny went back to a cell with Baseball and a group of his ideologically inclined buddies. That was his third strike, and he got called out.
Since Donny was the one who went through it, I'll let him pick it up at this point....
"Three guys were already in the cell. About five followed after me, including Baseball. They told me to pull my pants down, and I said, 'Hell, no!' So they picked me up and started banging my head against the bunk's steel framework. They did this several times. Then they threw me down onto the toilet seat. So I'm siting there, and Baseball swings his dick in front of my mouth and tells me to suck it. I refused. They told me there was no place in the prison where they couldn't get to me, and I knew this to be true. They said they'd kill me if I snitched on them, and Baseball's hitting me on the head, left and right. "It hurt so much. There was no escape, so I finally took his dick in my mouth, figuring it would stop the pain. His partner was next. I think it was the third guy who wanted to * my ass, and I still wouldn't take my pants off, so they ripped 'em off and hauled me over to the bottom bunk and stretched me out on the bottom bunk on my stomach and put a pillow under and over my head so that I couldn't make any noise. And the guy tried to me, and he couldn't get it in. And they had to call for some grease. They greased up my ass, and then he finally managed to get it in. I'd say overall, maybe a third of the guys went up my ass, and the rest of them got head....There was a lot of variation in the reaction. Some guys were really, ah, were really rough, and they'd make racial comments, for example, 'Your ass belongs to the black man. Don't you ever forget it.' Stuff like that, you know. Other guys would be just the opposite, they'd be callin' me by their girlfriend's name, especially if they were ***ing me, and they'd, like, lick the back of my neck and they'd lick my ear lobes, which is, I guess, what they do with girls. You know, just perceive me as a girl substitute. And some of 'em would stay inside me after they came off for a while, which I discovered was a very welcome relief, 'cause since they weren't moving, it wasn't hurting, and it kept everybody else from gettin' on me."
Donny's voice, a touch tremulous to begin with, cracks as he recounts what happened to him twenty-one years ago. During his first night in CB2, Donny's virgin buns were dragged from cell to cell along the block, with an estimated forty-five criminal cocks getting a poke at either his asshole or mouth. Submit...or die. Which would you choose? Precisely how many dicks need to be jammed up your ass before you bend down, pucker up, and let it in? There is a point within most individuals where immediate bodily pain overrides any indignities to the ego. Dick after dick was stabbing holes through Donny's identity. At some point during nearly four hours of jail house gang rape, he stopped fighting.
"I went through all kinds of changes during those hours....I had some out-of-body experiences. There were times when I was imagining what it felt like for the guys that were on me, you know-what was motivating them, or what did it feel like for them? There were times when I felt like I was paying for all the sins of the white race. There were times when I had very religious feelings, it was like this was God Almighty, to which I could only surrender. God was represented by this eternal big black dick. you know, because after a while, I couldn't differentiate, really, between one person and the next. It was just this endless big black dick that was in me. Every last one of them. There was only one other white boy in the block, and he was getting ****ed, too.... "There were moments, for example, where I felt I was just dead, you know, all of my ego defenses had been totally demolished, and I had nothing left to live for, I had nothing left to fight about, there was just nothing left. And the amazing thing was that, even through all the pain and the terror, you go into a state of total relaxation. You know, because there's just nothing left to defend. You just give yourself up to the will of God, basically, you know, 'Into thy hands I commend my spirit' and all that. And that was a very religious experience."
Baseball and his friends, however, had other things on their minds besides religion. Cigarettes, to be precise. They were charging other prisoners two packs of smokes for a crack at Donny's mouth or asshole. Around ten-thirty p.m., Baseball's crew carted Donny off to the showers for a final round of bloody penetration. A weaker individual may have watched his soul swirl down the drain amid a hailstorm of blood, cum, shit, and piss. yet Donny was able to find...rebirth?
"In the shower room, they had me on all fours, front and back, and I was gettin' it front and back at the same time for about maybe half an hour. And then Baseball started pissin' on me, and a bunch of guys followed his example. They pissed on me, or pissed into my mouth-had me open up my mouth and then just pissed down my throat. And for me, this was a welcome relief, too, because it didn't hurt. I was in terrible agony. My ass and my throat were both just, just incredibly painful. "And so when they pissed on me, it was just like warm water, it was just like warm water from the shower runnin' over me, and my whole mind, mentality, was at a very animal level. Just very basic."
One lucky jailbird bartered enough cancer sticks to get Donny's butt for the night. And that's where it become even more confusing. That's where the pain and blood and piss became enmeshed with seemingly incompatible things such as warmth. And emotional release. And, most improbably of all, affection.
"And so I ended up in somebody else's cell after the doors were locked. And he wanted to * me, and I begged him not to do it. And he said, well, you know, I really gotta do it. But I'll be real quick about it.' He was true to his word. I mean, he came off lickety-split. Then he stayed inside me for, I don't know, about an hour, I guess. He just, like, covered me up. And it was a very strange experience. He was soothing me. You know, I was crying. I really let go emotionally. And yet his body warmth was, like, enveloping me. Giving me all these very mixed feelings. And he was saying, 'Oh, you know, this is just how we treat the guys on the first night, and it won't happen again.' And he was trying to cheer me up. It was very strange." The next day, Baseball's team came around and resumed batting practice. Donny estimates that he was throat-*ed and ass-slammed a combination of fifteen times during that second day, bringing the total number of times he'd been violated to a mind-cracking sixty. At one point when Donny had started gagging on all the cum he had swallowed, his tormentors allowed him a short break. Wearing nothing but a T-shirt, he dove onto the catwalk and desperately scampered down to the guard's post where a pair of cops yanked him safely out of the block. According to Donny, the guards then told him he'd been set up for a righteous gang-raping by Cap'n Cobb.
Donny later spent a week in a veteran's hospital recovering from rectal surgery. As he puts it, "The government sewed up the tears in my rectum which the government occasioned." While his ass was still torn and his emotions still numbed, he did what no male in American history had ever done: He summoned a press conference and reported that he'd been brutally raped while in jail. He also demanded to know why no one seemed accountable for what had happened to him. His unprecedented proclamation attracted quite a few bushels of media attention, although prison officials didn't seem to care a whit.
Donny was acquitted of charges relating to the pray-in. Over the next three years he struggled to proceed with the scraps that remained of his life. And he remained idealistic. In late 1976 he was a graduate student of religion at Columbia University. While driving south toward Florida, where his mother lay in a fresh grave after committing suicide, he stopped in a hard-nosed Marine town called Jacksonville, North Carolina. After an evening stroll through the enchanting urban hub, Donny paused to take a leak in his motel parking lot. And the cops watched every drop. Busted again They searched his motel room and found a half-ounce of weed.
As fate's spidery strands would have it, Donny found himself a lone ex-sailor in a cellblock comprised of twelve Marines. Eleven of them-the first seven black, the last four white-raped him that night. It was déjàvu of the worst possible sort. It was also the beginning of a strange socialization process.
"I was quite paralyzed. Psychologically the trauma of D.C. Jail flooded back into my consciousness and I was just shaking. No way to resist it. So the first night was pretty grim. Then the next morning the four white Marines came up to me in a group and said 'You're movin' in with us.' Like that. So I figured, 'What the hell? I might as well.' So they moved me into their cell. There were five of us in a four-man cell. And they took turns sleepin' on the floor, keeping everybody else out.... "And essentially they taught me the role of jail punk. you know they protected me from everybody else. If I went to the shower I had a four-man Marine escort taking me to the shower. They brought my food in trays to me. If I needed stamps they gave them to me. Anything I needed they got it for me. And they never said anything to put me down. Never once. Which amazed me....
"We just stayed in that cell twenty-four hours a day and these guys being nineteen, twenty-two, one of them twenty one-the horniest time of their life-they you know were bored all of the time. And the way they would deal with their boredom was to have sex with me. So I must have spent half of my time in those three weeks with some Marine dick in me. One end or the other. There was one of them who liked to **** me but the other three were oral. And they would do some things to me that in my head were pretty strange. Again contrasting it with the D.C. experience. Like Dan, who was kind of put in charge of me-he would sit up in his bunk reading cowboy stories, right? And he'd have me lie down with my head in his lap and he'd stroke my head. Just not doing anything sexually. And I asked him, 'Why do you do this?' And he said 'Well this is what I do with my girlfriend back home. So l reckon if you're gonna be our girlfriend here I'll do the same thing with you.'"
Whether you consider it a defloration or a blossoming, Donny's psychic transformation was complete. He was turned out. Punked out He accepted the role of punk as his preordained position in the jail hierarchy. Yes, it required his debasement but it also insured his survival And he soon began to approach his role with the some fervor he had applied to life outside the joint. The same concentration. The same quiet devotion.
"One of the things that you have to realize is that when you spend hour after hour in intimate contact with people, things happen. First of all you have to relax eventually You just have to. Time and fatigue will do that When you relax, you develop an awareness of other things going on and this is when I really started becoming aware of intimacy and body warmth and closeness and stuff like that. "Um, having a guy's dick in your mouth for an hour or two, you know, you connect with that guy, I mean I don't care how you feel about it when you start out. It's so close and there's this incredibly intense nonverbal communication. I discovered after learning to relax that I became very good at giving head, at giving deep throat. And all you had to do was just go into a certain total relaxation, which my Buddhist meditation had prepared me for. I'd just meditate. I discovered that they could throat me for hours on end--I mean they were in heaven. It was the most wonderful thing that had happened since they were locked up. And they got very grateful and cherished the experience."
And Donny learned to cherish the experience as well. He was totally protected against strangers by four strong well-trained fighters. He had perfected his role. He was needed. He knew what was expected of him, and he was able to deliver total satisfaction. As incomprehensible as it may seem to an outsider, the jail's clearly delineated social structure met Donny s needs better than the murky human cesspool which lay outside the hoosegow walls.
Released from jail and acquitted in North Carolina, Donny went back to school. After intentionally cutting his wrist, he returned to his hometown of Norfolk, Virginia, and tried to get arrested. Donny was finally nailed in May of '77 for selling acid to an undercover Norfolk piggy. He was sent back to jail. And he kissed the blues goodbye.
"I wasn't very good at resisting pressure by now. I didn't want to go through another gang rape. So I basically agreed with guys who were putting pressure on me to give them what they wanted. And there, the pattern was buddies-pairs of buddies-would take me, and they'd get in a dormitory bunk and hang sheets on both sides of the bunk so nobody could see in, and one would **** me in the ass and one in the mouth at the same time. And they d watch each other, right, and I I could feel the energy going through me [laughs], back and forth between the two of them. It was quite somethin'. It was, like, here are these really close buddies, close friends, and here they get a chance to sort of be sexual with each other without either one being in the subordinate role" But someone eventually snitched on Donny s "buddy system," which got Donny classified as a "protective custody" case and sent to an area where prison officials kept the lambs, those most vulnerable to attack. In another vicious paradox, it was also where they kept the wolves, the prisoners most likely to commit violence against others. During his first night in the segregation area Donny was assigned to a cell with three black inmates who raped him. He was later told that the trio had paid the guards five dollars to switch him into their cell. This was not a matter of consent. No role-playing here. It was D.C. Jail all over again. Donny couldn't bear his boiling indignation. After being physically subdued, submerged in their sweat and cum, Donny started swinging with his fists the moment his attackers relented.
Police dragged him away and chucked him into solitary confinement. After five days in the hole he was returned to the segregation area. A prisoner named Terry recognized him as the cops brought Donny into his cell. "Look," Terry said to his cellmates, "it's Donny, the punk." Robert Martin, Jr., a/k/a Stephen Donaldson, finally had a name for his new identity.
"And so I was in there now with a bunch of white guys, and Terry put a claim on me, and he became my man for, I guess, another two-and-a-half months. He was a burglar from Texas who had grown up in the circus-really fascinating kid. Twenty-one-year-old sailor. And he was very nice to me. Like, whenever he got some pot, he'd always share it with me. He had one really peculiar custom. Any time he had to take a piss, he would make me open my mouth, and he'd piss in my mouth. I thought, 'Well this is real hard to understand. Why does he want me to do this?' And in the absence of privacy, he wouldn't talk about it. "So eventually, you know, I put two and two together. Terry and I were very stable in that cell, but with the other two bunks, it was a constant flow of people in and out. And whenever somebody was moved in there, one of the first things that they would experience, that they'd see, was this really, really tough guy-Terry-making me drink his piss. And they'd get freaked out and totally intimidated, and they never challenged him. He never had to fight in that cell. Everybody regarded him as the king. It was a totally effective tactic. As soon as I caught on to it, and I realized that my security was also being secured the same way because it depended on his, then I was able to appreciate it. It still wasn't easy, but it developed over time into something more like a bond between us....
"It became almost like a gift, and usually when I would do it with my man, our eyes would be locked and I would be looking up at him. It was a symbolic reaffirmation of the whole role of him being on top and me being the submissive punk, you know, but relating to each other. Not being an object...."
Donny's saga is, I suppose, a classic demonstration of what the lefties call "not being identified by your oppressor." He has taken the word "punk," which in its nonmusical context has always been a term of derision, and turned it into an emblem of honor. He has performed the same etymological magic trick that others have done with the term "nigger." Or "queer." Or "white trash." Donny even wears a "PUNK" belt buckle. He owns a T-shirt which says "#1 JAIL PUNK" on the front and lists all the joints he's "toured" on the back.
And ever since he got out of Norfolk jail, his criminal charges dropped when the arresting officer committed suicide, Donny has strongly identified with punk rock. But where everyone else's elocution places the emphasis on the "rock"-punk ROCK-Donny's the only person I've ever heard who stresses the first word: PUNK rock. The song which turned him on to punk rock was a song about a punk-Patti Smith's "Horses," which deals with a boy who gets raped in front of a school locker.
"When I'm having sex with a guy I don't get aroused. I don't get a hard-on....But there are other aspects of it that I definitely will relate to and that I find fulfilling-the warmth, the intimacy, the intensity. The real intensity of it is something that appeals to me a great deal. My whole life is like that. That's one reason I'm a punk rocker. And, you know, I like to live intensely. And it involves a lot of suffering. It also involves a lot of joy. I'd much rather have that than this kind of even, suburban lifestyle, you know, where the worst thing you have to worry about is whether you're going to miss your favorite TV show or not. That appeals to me." Ah, intensity. The finest character trait of them all. It's better to be intense than even-tempered, no matter how wacky you appear to the Great Ugly Flock. Intensity spawns greatness. Viva intensidad!
Yet intensity, like the suffering which often produces it, can be fatal if improperly channeled. In March, 1980, Donny was feeling plenty intense. In behavior customary of male rape survivors, he had become hyper-macho: Donny had guns, leather, and connections with an armed underground anarchist cell. Although he still had never been convicted of any crime, Donny had endured three traumatic stints behind bars.
And he was now jobless. And his living quarters were burglarized twice prior to that decisive day when he wandered into the Bronx's Veteran's Administration Hospital and demanded medical treatment. They turned him away, so Donny come back with a .25 caliber pistol and repeated his request. "Oh, put away that toy," Donny quotes the female doctor as saying. "That isn't a real gun." Although the doctor didn't know it, she wes effectively stating that Donny was dickless. To prove that he wasn't, Donny shot a bullet through a hospital window.
For that manly demonstration, Donny spent four years in the federal pen, during which he estimates he was raped another five times. For most of his stay, though, he was hooked up with daddies who kept him safe in exchange for sexual compliance. And he speaks of those daddies with the fondness usually reserved for dearly departed friends. Permit a meat-eater from Philadelphia (by reputation the U.S.A.'s jail-rape capital) to offer a capsule synopsis of Eastern philosophy: Reality is quite the multilayered onion, and seeming contradictions can therefore coexist peacefully. I believe that's why Donny, whose answering-machine message includes a line about how he may be too busy reciting his mantra to pick up the receiver, is able to reconcile his life's apparent conundrums. On one hand, he speaks of his time in prison almost like a former high-school football star talks about his glory days. "I was a star alright," he says, "a star cocksucker."
On the other hand Donny is America's most persistently eloquent opponent of institutionalized prison rape. In 1988, Donny became president of a grass-roots group which he later rechristened as Stop Prison [sic] Rape. Instead of shooting at windows or selling acid to the fuzz, Donny now uses that well-developed cauliflower between his ears to push for social change.
And it's difficult to argue with his gentle, Yoda-like wisdom. The facts are hard to dispute. Based on inferences drawn from official reports, some three hundred thousand men and boys are raped yearly in American penological institutions. But no judge has ever officially declared rape to be a suitable punishment for any crime.
Donny's "resoluteness," as foreshadowed in the I Ching, is finally beginning to show results. Influenced by a friend-of-the-court brief filed by Donny, the U.S. Supreme Court recently recognized inmates' right to sue the government if they can prove they were "incarcerated under conditions posing a substantial risk of serious harm" The nine old black-robed bastards also unanimously agreed that prison rape "is simply not part of the penalty" for having committed a crime. Donny successfully ass-****ed the legal code. Mr. Punk Goes to Washington.
But the laws are easier to change than social prejudice. For the longest time, Americans have preferred to pretend that prison rape doesn't exist. When the topic is broached at all, it's treated either comically or vindictively. It's either "watch that bar of soap" or "serves you right."
During a recent appearance on L.A.'s annoying "John and Ken" radio show, Donny was buffeted with the hostility of howling bitches who wanted to claim rape as their exclusive domain. As I listened to him being verbally gang-raped by a willfully dumb opposition, Donny's quest never seemed more quixotic. Yet through it all he countered their mob-mentality ignorance with unassailable logic.
"There's always a reason for everything. Most of the feminist activists in the rape movement are themselves rape survivors and they have a very strong emotional reaction to men as a result. Which I can understand. That's because they're middle-class intellectuals. Most middle-class intellectuals cannot deal with their emotions. They pervert them into their logic.... "In my case, I mean, I'm unusual. I mean, I have an IQ of over 175 and I can take things that a lot of guys can't handle, and I can see them from different angles and work with them and deal with them, transform them, transmute them. And I've done that. That's the only way I can continue to operate in public on this subject, because it still causes me problems."
I'm not about to pretend that I've experienced the level of pain which Donny has. Yet I keep thinking back to a nightmare I had when I was about five years old. It's the most vivid dream of my life. It came in two quick segments, each lasting about fifteen seconds. In the first, my sister and I were crossing a Vermont wheat field on our way to a little red schoolhouse when we were stopped by a life-sized cartoon character wolf. Grinning, the wolf applied a sheet of sticky flypaper to my face and peeled it away. My face was now smooth and featureless, like a fencer's mask. When I looked down at the flypaper in the wolf's hand, it contained my face's image. The wolf had stolen my face.
Fade-out.
As the dream resumed, I saw myself sleeping in the living room of my grandmother's Pappy Yokum-style Vermont shack. It was very dark. The sparse moonlight which filtered in through the unlocked screen door cast some milky rays on other relatives in the room, all of them wearing earplugs and snoring loudly. Suddenly, the cartoon wolf, his eyes big and white, appeared at the door. I screamed at the top of my kindergartener's lungs. But since all my relatives had chosen to wear earplugs, they couldn't hear me. My family's indifference was more terrifying to me than the prospect of being attacked.
In a sense, Donny's still screaming, although very few people want to hear about it.
"I have dreams about jails probably about once every two weeks. They usually involve me coming into a cellblock and being surrounded by horny guys. And people approaching me, talking with me, very often welcoming me. Sort of, you know, 'Welcome home.' And I wake up before, usually before, anything actually sexual occurs. But it's very strange . It's not a typical jail nightmare the way most rape survivors have reported it. And part of that is, what I've done is taken the more comfortable memories and superimposed them over the traumatic memories, which is a very human response.... "And it has its drawbacks-in my case, it's almost made me nostalgic for jail, because I had such good relationships when I was hooked up. Then I forget about all of the horrible things that happened to me when I was independent, and I just think about the relationships. Especially when I get lonely, late at night, if I'm here alone with my cat, if I get very depressed, and my mind wanders and I think of, gee, you know, these guys that really, really appreciated me. you know, they cared for me. And I contrast that with, you know, this cold life here in New York City, where even the punks that say hello to you, you know, as soon as the show's over, everybody scatters in a hundred directions. So jail is a temptation that I have to fight, a temptation which exists only because none of the guys who owned me ever mistreated me. And that makes me very different from most punks....
"I know how atypical, in a sense, my jail experience has been. I'm more sophisticated and more adaptable, you know, more mentally flexible. And by spiritualizing the whole thing. For example, I've gotten into Shiva Hinduism from Buddhism, in part because there's a very strong phallic-worship tradition there. And I can relate to that. I can relate to the phallus as the symbol of total power, of creativity, and see how it emanates a sense of awe, which is the basic feeling of religion. You know, the uncanny. The awesome. The hallowed. All the feelings that have nothing to do with good and evil....Just this sense of incredible power, this overwhelming energy that is so other, so totally other, and yet it touches you so closely inside. That's religion."[/SIZE] [/FONT]
2005-07-24 04:55 | User Profile
I wonder why the poor bastards who get put in cells with ten niggers by the pigs on purpose and that happens, why they do not take total revenge on the piggers after they get out. I heard on the War show about a young collage kid who got taken in over the weekend for being drunk, the pigs put him in cell with the niggers and stood there and watched him get beaten and raped and just laughed and one eat a sandwich watching this.
The police are the enemy of Whites and serve and protect the enemies system nothing else.
[QUOTE=Angler]If you are a white man and the "authorities" are after you, the best thing you can do is refuse to be taken to prison alive, even if you have to kill and be killed. If all whites knew what goes on in prison and adopted such a policy, then maybe the cops and others would stop joking about prison rape and start putting pressure on the system to do something about it.[/QUOTE]
2005-07-24 05:14 | User Profile
[QUOTE=G.Larson]I wonder why the poor bastards who get put in cells with ten niggers by the pigs on purpose and that happens, why they do not take total revenge on the piggers after they get out. I heard on the War show about a young collage kid who got taken in over the weekend for being drunk, the pigs put him in cell with the niggers and stood there and watched him get beaten and raped and just laughed and one eat a sandwich watching this.
The police are the enemy of Whites and serve and protect the enemies system nothing else.[/QUOTE] The interesting thing is that this is the exact type of homoerotic sadism that goes on in Gitmo. Americans just aren't the same people they once were. Could you imagine American soldiers in WWII forcing the Japanese male captives to wear panties and to kiss each other? Americans had higher morals back then, but today we have been so degraded as a culture that everything is reduced to the negro prison mentality.
2005-07-24 12:53 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Ron] In California, prisons segregate gangs from each other. If a white is a Nazi with 88 tattooed on his chest he may get segregated as well.[/QUOTE] This isn't the case any longer. The California prisons used to segregate the prisoners for an initial adjustment period (weeks or months) to protect the whites from racially-motivated gang rape. A few months ago, however, there was a court decision that decreed that this practice must stop because it was discriminatory to the Negro prisoners. Another little fact is that there are more male rapes than female rapes in the US each year. I wonder if Berkeley will stage a Take Back the Night rally for them?
2005-07-24 16:47 | User Profile
One reason for the increasing prevalence of black-on-white prison rape is the increasing number of black screws: prison guards and warders. In the same way that more black/mestizo cops in LA county means more free-lance hit men available to local druglords, as well as more and better conduits to inside information on ongoing investigations.
Who you think pulled the triggie on Biggie, dawg? LA's finest 'n' darkest, while "weekending" in Vegas.
[QUOTE]This isn't the case any longer. The California prisons used to segregate the prisoners for an initial adjustment period (weeks or months) to protect the whites from racially-motivated gang rape. A few months ago, however, there was a court decision that decreed that this practice must stop because it was discriminatory to the Negro prisoners.[/QUOTE] Yes...Read the first post on p. 1 again: that's the whole [I]point [/I] of this thread!
2005-07-24 20:16 | User Profile
[QUOTE=OPERA96]This is a popular legend and about as real as the Easter Bunny. As a former supervisor in the biggest jail in the state of New Jersey (Camden County - 3000+ inmates) and a Police officer for over a quarter century, I have had extensive experience with rapists (and their victims) and I assure you that rape is a crime based in [B]sexual lust[/B]. This politically correct "power" argument is nothing but hogwash designed to make the perpetrators of such crimes look a little less like the monsters they are.[/QUOTE]
I've believed this ever since I was in elementary school and then-San Francisco Mayor Dianne Feinstein was giving public service announcements on television about how rape had nothing what-so-ever to do with sex. Yeah. Right. Power? What, precisely, is this "power" we hear reference to, other than a portion of a PC-Feminist slogan that exists in a vacuum disconnected from reality? The power to what, after all? The power to, shall we say, stick it in, as it were. Gee, why would one want to do that? Because one is horny. Its so flippin' obvious, the mind boggles at anyone's failure to note it. Blacks may choose White women partly due to racial hostlity, but a lot of it has to do with the fact that, like everyone else, Blacks like White women. They prefer to rape White women? They prefer to date them too, in case you hadn't noticed.
2005-07-24 20:22 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Ron]Criminals are the disgrace to humanity. The rape and violence is the reason why they are there in the first place.[/QUOTE]
Decriminalize drugs, swiftly execute all serous violent offenders (including armed robbers, arsonists, pedophiles, etc.), subject the petty criminals to 500% restitution (and perhaps a bit of flogging as well, in some cases), and shut down the shrines to barbarism we call "prisons." Easy as pie, for a sane government which gives a shit about its own people. Know any like that? Certainly not in the West....
2005-07-24 20:29 | User Profile
[QUOTE=Kevin_O'Keeffe]I've believed this ever since I was in elementary school and then-San Francisco Mayor Dianne Feinstein was giving public service announcements on television about how rape had nothing what-so-ever to do with sex. Yeah. Right. Power? What, precisely, is this "power" we hear reference to, other than a portion of a PC-Feminist slogan that exists in a vacuum disconnected from reality? The power to what, after all? The power to, shall we say, stick it in, as it were. Gee, why would one want to do that? Because one is horny. Its so flippin' obvious, the mind boggles at anyone's failure to note it. Blacks may choose White women partly due to racial hostlity, but a lot of it has to do with the fact that, like everyone else, Blacks like White women. They prefer to rape White women? They prefer to date them too, in case you hadn't noticed.[/QUOTE] Like I said before, the one part of the Feminist argument about rapists seeking "power" that is always left out of the discussion is that the female who is rejecting men as being unworthy of her is itself a form of female POWER. Women have the power to reject any man and apparently some guys just can't handle that and lose control. But this notion that females have no power and it is only us 'evil men' who want power? COME ON.....
2005-07-24 20:31 | User Profile
[QUOTE=OttoR]The interesting thing is that this is the exact type of homoerotic sadism that goes on in Gitmo. Americans just aren't the same people they once were. Could you imagine American soldiers in WWII forcing the Japanese male captives to wear panties and to kiss each other? Americans had higher morals back then, but today we have been so degraded as a culture that everything is reduced to the negro prison mentality.[/QUOTE]
You nailed it. The main difference between most Whites (irrespective of socio-economic status) today, and the Nigger rapist in prison, is one of environment/material conditions. The fact that White "guys" find prison rape such a hilarious subject for mirth is quite revealing. When we finally get control of this society, a lot of those White "guys" are going to have to have some sense knocked into their thick skulls via the educational potential of Dr. Pierce's favorite oak table leg....
2005-07-25 01:49 | User Profile
[QUOTE=OttoR]Like I said before, the one part of the Feminist argument about rapists seeking "power" that is always left out of the discussion is that the female who is rejecting men as being unworthy of her is itself a form of female POWER. Women have the power to reject any man and apparently some guys just can't handle that and lose control. But this notion that females have no power and it is only us 'evil men' who want power? COME ON.....[/QUOTE]This could be. If so, what is it that seperates the majority of guys, that can handle getting rejected without "loosing control" and raping a woman, from guys that cannot? Because it sounds almost, in a way, by how you are describing this that you are saying that any man has the potential to be a rapist.
And if what you say is correct and some guys cannot handle a woman having all of this sexual power, in that she can choose or reject any man, so that he has to force her into doing what he wants, is that not, then, about him taking control and exerting power over her ability to make this choice? That does seem to be what you are saying, but I am not quite sure.