A Message from A House Chink
All my Chinks, Japs, Gooks, Slits, Slants, Slopes, Fishheads, Zipperheads, and fellow Mongoloids……. They sure have a lot of descriptive words don’t they?
War
It seems that as Asian American men, we are all born into a war. But this war isn’t a conventional war; it’s not a war fought with tanks, fighter jets, troops, or attack submarines. This war isn’t one of those kinds of wars. This war is a battle for your mind. The battlefield is your heart and minds, and the casualties are Asian American men. So, bring your fists, hearts, and minds. You must be prepared for the enemy onslaught, or else it will destroy you from the inside until you’re a prisoner of war. Where is the battlefront? The troops are not fighting in faraway lands, nor are they fighting on some foreign soil whose mother tongue you can’t even pronounce. It’s being fought right here, right at home, right on your doorstep, in your hearts and minds, for your women, against you.
They call it a culture war. Except that’s a lie, because culture has nothing to do with this. Let me tell you y’all what it really is. It’s a guerilla war with gangs duking it out. Gangs, divided along race, class, gender, sexual orientation, and every other way you can subdivide and atomize a human being, all congregated under one prison roof to duke it out for turf. What prison? That prison is America, home of gangsters, and the biggest, roughest, toughest, most feared gang on the block is…….. well, I think you know who it is by now.
You know who it is. You know whose gang is rolling deep, with influence everywhere like the hydra. You know who reps their set, across the media, magazines, news, TV, and every public venue you’ve ever attended. You can’t miss it. They vandalize buildings, bridges, churches, streets, and stadiums with their gang signs and logos. You go to their parties. You listen to their music. You work alongside them, but never with them. They hold all the money, hell, they make money. They own the police, the judges, the politicians, and the government. They have many names: paleface, gringo, honkey, haole, laowei, but you will know them by this sign: they are all, uniformly, White.
Let’s talk about the LA Riots. Not the manufactured ones in 1992, where they pitted us against Blacks to break us apart. The LA Riots of 1871, or more precisely, the LA Massacre of 1871
The greatest unsolved murders in Los Angeles’ history — bloodier than the Black Dahlia, more coldly vicious than the hit on Bugsy Siegel — occurred on a cool fall night in 1871. Seventeen Chinese men and boys, including a popular doctor, were hanged by an angry mob near what is now Union Station, an act so savage that it bumped the Great Chicago Fire off the front page of The New York Times.
Eight men eventually were convicted, but the verdicts were thrown out almost immediately for a bizarre technical oversight by the prosecution. Unbelievably for a crime that occurred in full view of hundreds of people, no one was ever again prosecuted.
In the dim gaslight of recently installed street lamps, armed bands of men dragged cringing Chinese to gallows hastily erected downtown. Bodies soon were swinging from two upturned wagons on Commercial Street, as well as the crossbar of the Tomlinson Corral, a popular lynching spot that just the previous year had been used to string up a Frenchman named Miguel Lachenais. As the Chinese were hauled up, a man on the porch roof danced a jig and gave voice to the resentment many Americans felt over the Chinese willingness to work for low wages. “Come on, boys, patronize home trade,” the man sang out.
“Patronize home trade”? Sound familiar? Do you still think evil can be wiped out overnight? That the leopard Citizens Councils [ aka White Citizens Councils] that existed as a network of white supremacist organizations in the united states , which in some cases , even included prominent local , and state politicians that were involved?! can change its spots ?
The bloodlust was not only in the men. A woman who ran a boarding-house across the street from Goller’s shop volunteered clothesline to be cut up for nooses.
“Hang them,” she screamed.
A boy came running from a dry goods shop. “Here’s a rope,” he called helpfully.
The women are innocent, though right? They weren’t racist, right? Unfortunately, you could not be more wrong. Do you pine after blonde hair and blue eyes? This is what they think of you. This is how they treat you. Hang you. No matter their troubles with their husbands, never forget their loyalty belongs to the gang.
Of all the Chinese in Los Angeles, Dr. Gene Tong was probably the most eminent and beloved among both his countrymen and Americans. He could have made much more money hanging his shingle in the American part of town. But Tong stayed in the Alley, dispensing both traditional and modern cures from a small shop in the decrepit Coronel Building.
As Tong was dragged along the street, he tried to strike a bargain with his captors. He could pay a ransom, he said. He had $3,000 in gold in his shop. He had a diamond wedding ring. They could have it all.
Instead of negotiating, one of his captors shot him in the mouth to silence him. Then they hanged him, first cutting off his finger to steal the ring.
Look at this poor yellow fool. That’s right, fool. He forgot he was one of us, not one of them. He became a Doctor, and healed their sick along with ours. He integrated, ingratiated, himself with their gang. He had White friends, who loved him. His reward? Death. Death and degradation, for the crime of being born a chink, for not being one of them.
This is our shared history, in its glory. Do you think this was an isolated incident? The history of our people in America is much bloodier then that. Massacres of Asian people have occurred commonly throughout the history of the United States. Massacres of Asian people happened in 1871 in San Francisco where 23 Chinese were killed , and no one was charged with crimes, and again in 1885 where 28 Chinese were killed, 15 wounded and all 79 of the shacks and houses in Rock Springs’ Chinatown (Wyoming) looted and burned, and again in 1887 where a gang had killed thirty-four Chinese before fleeing with a large quantity of gold. They hate us; they want to kill us. Your eyes are probably stirring in protest already. Not all of them are bad! We just need to work harder! We just need to be like Dr. Tong, ingratiate ourselves to their gang, and they’ll spare us! The ones today are different!
Story Time
Let me tell you a story. It’s going to sound like a fantasy epic, or maybe a space opera. It is literally that fantastic.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there existed a tribe of savages. These savages were violent. Perhaps that was their nature. They squabbled and shed their own blood over a tiny peninsula in the middle of nowhere and the neighboring lands around it, while the people of Earth were busy building human civilization for thousands upon thousands of years.
Then one day, their mad scientists (and they love their mad scientists) created new toys. These toys allowed them to travel to far lands and distant places. Tired of fighting each other, they decided to sail to other places in search of newer, more fertile grounds to pillage and plunder. They sent ships out across the whole world, and discovered, to their shock, that people existed other than themselves, and they LOOKED DIFFERENT.
See, they couldn’t stomach that, these savages. They always had conflicts with each other, but there was an understanding there, a respect borne out of shared heritage and bloodlines. Even when they hacked each other to death, they still saw themselves as “Men”. All their philosophers, writers, and poets only ever talk about “Men”, when it’s clear that who they’re talking about is themselves, and only themselves. Like those who believed the Earth was the center of the Universe, they thought that all life on this planet revolved around them.
The encountering of what they thought were alien species therefore resulted in an existential crisis. They knew their own nature. One of their own thinkers, a man named Thomas Hobbes, had already called them out. Solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, short. Since they only knew themselves, they thought these other people were like them as well. A threat. A menace. A peril.
So, they did what they do best: they went to war. This small little band of savages, who heretofore had never been seen on the stage of world history, sent out their armies and battleships on a campaign against the entire planet. And, thanks to their mad scientists, they used forms of warfare hitherto unseen to conquer and subjugate every corner of the Earth.
They called this war the Age of Discovery. It lasted 600 years, and towards the end, they had covered every habitable continent and killed or enslaved, sorry, assimilated all the free people of Earth.
They are the fucking Borg. They had no culture, no history, only the appropriation of other cultures and other history. They came out of nowhere, and descended upon us like a plague of locusts. Space invaders, with their gunpowder and germs. We were colonized by Martians.
1550–2008: An Odyssey of Imperialism, Racism
Birth of Racism
It may all look like different colors, but don’t let them all fool you. Everyone single one of those colors are just different shades of a single color. What Color? You know exactly what color. It’s all one color, because that’s what it really is. They conquered the whole world, and built White town.
What is White town? You can see it in their movies. White town is their gang’s dream. The dream of Manifest Destiny. White town is Disney: a shining Pleasantville where they can walk the whole surface of the world free of care and worry, while people of color toil in the subterranean underground beneath them. We are just singing birds, talking mice, and sentient furniture to them — born “natural slaves”. Look at any Disney movie. You’ll notice that it’s always “once upon a time”. What time? The past 600 years, when upon becoming exhilarated by their early victories over native peoples, they came to a collective conclusion. “We’re better. We’re different.”
You see, they love themselves. They love the fact that they accomplished what all their predecessors couldn’t; the dream of both Alexander the Great and the Romans. To celebrate and mythologize themselves and their bloody achievements, they brought forth a new idea into this world. Race .White people believe in race. They believe in it as fervently as they believed the Sun revolved around the Earth. They believe a totem pole exists, that it is part of the Creator’s natural order, and that they sit at the top of it — the imaginary Caucasoid race, the superhumans who conquered the world. Guardians of the Planet (and with our spaceships, someday the Galaxy). This belief in race is like a religion to them: its official name is Racism.
The capital of Whitetown was America. Forget the Declaration of Independence, 1776, the Founding Fathers, and all that other nonsense they brainwash you with in school. That’s just brothers bringing family drama, they had already decided long ago to enter the Caucasoid fraternity. America is the dream of this tribe of savages and their new religion — the first ever, pan-White country on the face of the Earth. America, home of the free (White man), land of the brave (White man). Where it doesn’t matter if you’re a quarter Italian, three fifths Anglo, ten percent Dutch, or 5 percent French. They love you. We love you. Come to this new land, where we’ve exterminated all the natives. Come here, free of Old World hatreds, and the previous strife that divided us, come and become a king, with your own castle, and your own colored slaves. We believe in Racism. We believe that White people are the only free people of the Earth, that it’s our genetic destiny (Scientific racism — use of scientific techniques and hypotheses to support or justify the belief in racism, racial inferiority, or racial superiority, or alternatively the practice of classifying individuals of different phenotypes into discrete races.). That’s the American dream. That’s White Supremacy.
Control
What are Asian Americans? We are the living embodiment of White Supremacy and Racism, the vision and religion they believe in. In us, they have accomplished what their fantasy is for all races: complete and total subjugation. It has gone on for a long time, their agenda was obvious from the beginning. First, massacres. Finally, the most obvious method — breeding programs. Eugenics. Population control. The Chinese American population, 95% male, by 1900 had declined by 20% over ten years due to the institutional pincer of anti-miscegenation laws and the Page Act. Coincidentally, that’s when our stereotypes began to be widely propagated in their media: sexless, weak, effeminate. Then they brought over women from Asia from their countless wars and rebalanced the population. Trophies. War brides. For White men.
Castrate the men, turn them into labor, and breed with their women until their offspring become racially “pure”. That is the agenda of White Supremacy towards us. It is not a secret, you can see it every day, all around you. Even the media promotes this message. They’ve forced us to become a race of palace eunuchs and concubines in their Sleeping Beauty castle. That is what we are, today, in 2015.
We weren’t always like this. At one point, we sided with the Blacks. Blacks, who felt the whip, who felt the knives, the guns, the hoses, rebelled against their crazy deranged inhumane religion. They marched into the streets, and they went to war. Whites call them “violent” but what we should really call them is “brave”. Brave, for standing up to White Supremacy and their armed enforcers, the police. Brave, for bringing fists to a gunfight, to go into battle after battle knowing it would be a slaughter. They were not willing to live as persona non-grata. They had souls, and fought to keep them. We did too. Yellow Peril supports Black Power.
And Blacks won a major victory. They call it the Civil Rights Movement. They achieved their dream. Not Martin Luther King’s dream, but the dream of Malcolm X. They set up their own nation within America. City-states. Whites call it Compton. Or South Side Chicago. Or Old Harlem. They set up their own militia to counteract the White militia, the police. They call it the Bloods and Crips. Who led the Baltimore riots? They even have their own schools, HBCUs, to counteract the Historically White Colleges and Universities, the Ivies. While Whites retaliate by trapping them in poverty, harassing them with their badged goons, and refusing them access to real education and wealth despite all their doubletalk over affirmative action, one of theirs even rises to the Oval Office and sits on the marble throne in their White House. They have their own culture, a counter-culture. Black America. What is Tyler Perry, but the FungBros for Blacks?
Unfortunately, Asians lost. We were only men; our sisters had abandoned us. The police cracked down on us. And too many of us sold out, willingly becoming palace eunuchs in return for “protection”. Protection, like the mafia “protects” storeowners from their cronies. We pay them with money and our daughters as tribute, and in return lounge around in the sun on the housekeeping grounds, neutered and complacent, isolated from their world and hated by our former allies who saw us turn ourselves to the enemy. We count the pennies they toss us and fantasize about the wives of our master’s wives, while they laugh at us. We sold out. We sold our souls. We’re all house chinks. I’m one too.
Our forefathers sold out for us. Because the older generation knows the true face of White people. When you walk the streets of America today, you think you have it better than other minorities do. You don’t get harassed by cops. But of course, not, cops are the palace guards, and you’re already inside the castle, in the servants’ quarters. You hoard up the little Monopoly money they give you, and spend it on the toys they created, so that the wealth never remains within our community but goes to their laundering fronts — white malls, white shopping centers, white retail stores. There is no For Us, By Us. We kill ourselves studying so that we can attend their HWCUs, only to get shunted off to the corner while they mingle with the sons and daughters of their fraternity’s true power brokers: the Clintons, the Bushes, the Kennedys, the Vanderbilts.
Your security and your livelihood is based on trust, the trust between a master and his dog. When they call you smart, it’s the way they would call their pet Pomeranian smart. “Oh, so smart, look how quickly Fido learns to shake! Look how good you are at math!” We walk on the edge of a precipice every day, and don’t even know it. Brothers and sisters, you only think they are on your side because you’ve given them your balls, attended their re-education camps, and opened your legs to them. If you dare to see what happens as soon as a brother dares to speak out against them, or a sister dares to scorn one of their advances; first, they will white plain to you, evangelize their religion of Racism. If you persist, you will see their true face, the face screaming “Hang them!” in the largest mass lynching in American history. Heed my warning.
But mostly brothers and sisters, you must understand the world you live in. The colonial period officially ended in 1999, when Portugal finally returned Macao to China. That was only 15 years ago,
We don’t live in 1984 any longer. They’ve become cleverer, subtler. This is the next stage of White town, what their scholars call “Western hegemony”, where you are controlled not by guns, but by what you love — your entertainment, your middle-class lifestyle, your IKEA infested bachelor pad. This is our Brave New World. They invented the fields of psychology (controlling minds), sociology (controlling people), political science (controlling nations). This knowledge does not exist in a vacuum with no use.
Brothers, we were born in the last days of the Evil Empire, and for those of us in America, we live in the vents of the fucking Death Star. For us to continue our fragile existence here, we must learn to wake up. We must come together and stand in solidarity, instead of constantly competing and undercutting one another to win their favor. The problem with being palace eunuchs and concubines is that we are completely at their mercy, and as history has shown, they have no mercy. We may be floating around in opium dreams today, fantasizing about Miranda Kerr and Megan Fox and similar white images of beauty they beam into your head, but tomorrow we’ll be under their boot, kicking and screaming as they drag us away to concentration, sorry, internment camps.
How do you become aware? You need to learn to think like they do. You cannot understand the colossal world of White town and the machinery they’ve built to sustain it without understanding the way they see it. There is a racial slur for them, one that cuts them to the quick, a word as offensive as “nigger” and “chink” because it’s embedded in their culture and history.
Think like one of them. Think like a racist.
