Monday, July 13, 2009

[Part II] More "New Racism"

On July 9th, I made a foray into the wilderness that is culture here in parts of East MoCo. In bewailing the New Racism in MoCo, I felt it necessary to mention the fact that gangsterism -- expressed in the form of visually obvious "street gangs" -- is taking on an increasingly race-based form, and is also tending to entrench itself into various neighborhoods in ways which increase the appearance of ethnic enclaves and tends to cause those of other ethnicities to either relocate, or entrench themselves into their own emerging race-based street gangs.




I'm not going to belabor the obvious here. Gangs are here, and always have been, long before we got invaded by Mexico and and had literally a third of all working-age Central Americans sneak across the border and then claim the status of Temporary Protected Refugee ("TPR"). TPR is a strange legal limbo in which people are generally turned away if they attempt to cross into the country, but once they're here, "there's nothing so permanent as a temporary refugee". Well, as long as the economy can exploit them, that is. It seems that a fairly significant number are actually returning home voluntarily ("Outlaws in the U.S., Strangers at Home: Downturn Strands Illegal Latino Immigrants Between Cultures", Hendrix, Steve, Washington Post, July 12, 2009).

Of course, the economy wasn't the only exploiter, and sometimes the exploited become the exploiter, or other people help them to do it.




Employment rackets and organized crime infiltration of union movements is nothing new. However, a few years ago I saw something at the local Home Depot that annoyed the hell out of me.

I saw a rather shabby white gal load 2/3rds of a pallet of construction blocks into a van, and then she was almost done when she was approached by a very large individual.
I mean, immense. This is the sort of guy you imagine when you think of the word "goon".

He walked up to the woman, told her to stop working and show him some ID. She said she didn't have it, she was just trying to work for some money for food, the Social Security check just wasn't enough, and he said, "no CASA ID, no work for you". He ran her off, snapped his fingers, some of the goon's ethnic countrymen ran over from where they had been sitting in the shade and finished loading the van. They got paid for what they did, plus for the 2/3rds that the gal had done before the goon ran her off. They paid the goon about a third or so of what they got paid.

I drove off wondering that the money was flowing so freely at Home Depot's loading lot that the day-laborers could afford to hire "muscle".

But that wonder faded to outrage when I saw the shabby white gal who had done half of the work, at the nearby bus-stop, rummaging through the trash bin, apparently looking for something to eat.

And then I realized: foreigners of one race/ethnicity were paying locals (judging by the fluent English the goon spoke to run off the gal) of their own race/ethnicity to deny employment opportunities to a citizen of the United States.

And that got me just hopping mad.




That didn't get me anywhere near as mad, however, as the time I was cutting my lawn at my fully-paid-for family home, back in 1996 or so.

I got up off of the ground, wonderingt what had happened and why my head hurt so much.

Some asshole with a gold tooth, grinning from the back of a pickup truck full of other people just like him, said with a very thick Spanish accent: "You don't cut the lawn here, only the spanish cut the lawn here". He waved his baseball bat for emphasis.

Some people wonder why it is that I so vehemently carry the fight against illegal aliens and especially against their organized crime.

Let's just say that when foreign invaders beat my ass and tell me that I'm not allowed to do my own yardwork at my fully-owned family home, that gets my goddamn German up.




Back when my great grandfather and his people settled in Kansas, people came and told them that they could not do their own yardwork and tried to beat their ass in general and in many particular cases tried to outright kill them.

This got their goddamn German up.

And many many decades later, there are still many Hardman folks in Kansas. But as to the Comanche, Cheyenne, and Pawnee, "not so much".

The Germans that settled the American frontiers doubtless had their share of complete fuckwads and total assholes among them, but the general reputation was that they worked hard, improved their lands, and everywhere they went, the property values rose as they filled the lands with storehouses, churches, schools, and clinics. The German-Americans also had a reputation for not having much of a sense of humor but also for being annoyingly honest and straightforward in their remarks.

They also got a reputation, eventually, as being a bit set in their ways, but easy-going in terms of liking to eat, to drink, to dance and have some fun. Another reputation developed over time, as well. "They're not hard to get along with, live and let live they like to say, but you really don't want to actually do them wrong and do it in a way that gets their German up".

People would ask why, and the other people would shrug, and say "Go ask the Comanch. Or the Romans, for that matter".




People keep telling me things like "America was really built by the Chinese/Irish/Slaves". Ah, no. We German-Americans had a lot to do with it. Yet for some reason they don't like to teach that in the schools. But why don't you go on out to Missouri and try telling someone that sort of crap. Then you won't have to go ask the Comanch, or the Romans for that matter. You'll know what happens when you get someone's German up. You will have just told someone who is almost certainly both German-American and of the 4th or even 5th generation of people who live where they do because a century before, their forebears built the place.

People keep telling me that "white people can't take the heat and sunlight and that's why they all work desk jobs, and that's why we need 'immigrants', white people can't handle it". Go tell that to the Comanch, or to the Romans for that matter. Go talk that shit to someone who is still running the farm their folks established in the 1850s.

A lot of my kind of Americans work desk jobs because they come from families that teach their kids to read before they go to school, and they come from families that value education, and they come from families that are easy learners and good students and actually like campus environments, and when they graduate from school they generally take even more classes and they wind up being very good at what they do, and they get paid really well, and that is why they have a desk job: because of the excellent money they make.

And as the economy slowly slides off of a cliff, an awful lot of very well-educated and healthy former office workers are about to be hitting the streets looking for work.

They won't be getting office jobs, since there aren't as many, and nobody's hiring. They'll be getting tan, and whatever work they do will provide ample exercise, and learning to endure as much hot or cold as is needed to get paid.

And considering that they probably won't be very happy about this, people won't have to push them too hard to get their goddamn German up. Or get their Irish up. Or get their Italian up. Or their Russian up. Or their Polish up. Or their German-Italian-Irish-Russian (with a little Cherokee on my mother's side) up.

And let's just see what happens when these well-educated and mentally and physically healthy people do the first time that someone beats their ass for firing their gardeners and doing their own damn lawns.

Let's see what happens when it happens to enough of them, and they start talking to each other about it.




Oh yes. Long before the MS-13, long before the 18th Street, long before the Yakuza or the Tongs or the Cosa Nostra, long before any of these, there were Gangs in America.

And based on history, after nearly a century of them not being much seen nor heard of, as there once were gangs in America, there will be again.




More to come.


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