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Since the 1990s many blond friends of mine learned very well how to use advantages of being blond. They learned it quickly! During their stay in predominantly “blond” countries of the “Free World” they realized they can change their attitude from the humble and scared Muslims (which they were in the context of Serbo-Croat-Slovene (South Slavic) Empire where local Slavs could tell they were Muslims (second-grade citizens) mostly by their Muslim names), into the white supremacy-sort-of attitude, only by changing their first names and counting on their white-European looks.

Bitches are the most successful in this metamorphosis/ transformation, bitches and gay guys. They play on that racial card  because it is most superficial – it is the looks. Plain “looks”. (She’s got the look!)

So if you look right: blond, with blue eyes and shit, you can adopt that superior blond-racial attitude and identify yourself with “the winners”, escaping from “the looser” part of your identity.

I understand that. Well, brother or sister have chosen to spend the rest of their lives as human beings. They chose not to suffer any more. They chose equality. They took their chance and made their decisions. Good luck! I have no problem with that. I respect that. No Slavic brother or sister, Serb, Croat or Slovene will ever make them feel inferior again. No more second-grade citizen shit. I can dig it. I can feel it. 

But what about the rest of us? How do they feel about the rest of us, less fortunate non-blond Bosnian or Slavic-speaking Muslim brothers and sisters – the so-called “Black Caucasians”, Pseudo-Moors from the Balkans, from the South-Eastern Europe, us with some  ”non-european” blood and racial/facial features? Do they want to help us out now, when in position?  

They have that look in their eyes when being with their “former brothers and sisters”, that attitude…. They became more “special”, more demanding, more predator-like. They act and feel superior, like masters, when with us. They want to be served, attended by us.

What is that all about?

Like we don’t have enough of that attitude when interacting and communicating with “our masters”. Like we need some kind of confirmation, some “reality check” from our own people that the things are like that in Europe, and we should leave if we don’t like it? Well we can leave, but who is going to clean your toilets then? It is going to be you my blond friend, cause once “dark” immigrants are gone, it is your turn to fill that niche. We exist only to make you look good, to make you look “white” and “blond” enough. So you better thank God we are here. 

In order to complete their metamorphosis, the last step, I guess, is to make “their own” feel and look inferior. I think that is the final test they need to pass: if my own people does not recognize me anymore, if they perceive me as “master race”, than I have finally made it! 

Like Michael Jackson and Edie Murphy Master-slave dialectics here:

 

Who knows what kind of game they play out there, in the streets, every day, while shopping and walking – who they think they are?

Once in Chicago, I walked by a Slavic blonde. We passed each other in the middle of a bridge. We were only two people on that bridge at that moment. You could tell she was Russian, or from Ukraine, some Eastern Europe trashy looking hooker. She was all dressed up, and she could smell I wasn’t American, as I could smell she wasn’t American, but she had that attitude, like she made it, in the society, like she was better than me, although I was professor at the local university at the time.

That is what I am talking about, that Slavic blond-attitude within the immigrant community – “I am more white than you”. They learned that thing very fast. If she only knew that I wasn’t Christian, well that would be a double win for her, and I would be a double-loser. I would be a Slavic sand-n***er.

I still don’t know if they are happy when they run into “paisan”, or not. Sometimes they need us to confirm their “evolution”, but sometimes, when they avoid us because we know who and what they really are. 

What I am saying is that “Blond Muslims” tend to forget their cultural tradition more easily than dark Muslims, since the door of the racial supremacy (opportunities)  is widely open for them and very tempting too. I am saying this from my own experience. I testify it.

But they are not to blame. They didn’t invent this concept – they found it on the street. It fell from a truck.

So when I point my finger toward my newly-racist old blond friends who figured out how to profit from their blond-awareness and enjoy their lives – does it make me a racist? 

You don’t have to protect them from my alleged racism, because their racism does that job very well. Their racism protects them from bad karma of a “non-white” or “non-blond” person. That is the reason they became racists in the first place. They play “blond” – because it pays off. It does!

That is the real racism – one you don’t have to state with words. Real racism works for you silently. It does not need no sound. Just a picture. It works for you through the way you look. That is the main thing, defining element of racism – the picture, whether it is color or black-and-white – it is the picture that counts. The visual element!

That picture speaks a thousand words. It speaks for you. You don’t have to say anything, it is all over you, and it is screaming – look I am white and blond, and so on – I am one of you! and it helps you through your life and career, through the society.

Just a picture. No sound. 

You don’t have to insult others with words. You just need to accept and embrace that racist concept and perceive your race as an advantage in the new society, in order to confirm and support the concept of being non-white as disadvantage. That alone is racist and insulting. You just need to conform and say nothing. Play along and say nothing! – that is all you need to do.  That is racism. Knowing it and being quiet is racism. Not just passive, but very active racism, because you are using it. You may not be saying it, but you are doing it.

And you should speak up, especially as a white, blond person. You should speak up and tell us about your advantages, give up your advantages, your privileges as a white, blond person. You of all should become an activist.  

We know that the very way you look breaks all ices and opens all doors for you and you do not complain about that. Why would you. You accept it – you conform, you don’t fight it – you use it, you profit from it, and you want to leave it that way, the way you found it.

That is why you don’t want me to point my finger to your “blond privileges”. That is why every time when I do that – you call it racism. You want to silence me and keep things as they are. You find my language offensive. Of course it is offensive! Your attitude is offensive to me. The concept you support is offensive to me, because in this situation – silence works for you. Silence always work for people like you, (especially if you are a dumb blond), and we both know that it does not work for me!

If the audio was up, and picture was down – it would work better for me. I would have better chance because I can be eloquent and do that shit better than you. But you want me to shut up, because you want to impose your rules, your game. In your game all you need is to strike a pose and be a blond.

That is why you turn the audio down and saturate the picture, put more contrast in it, because you have nothing to say, you don’t need to say anything, and it works for you better!

I have to speak up in order to show, to prove that I am a human being too, that I think – therefore I exist; that I am right too, that I have my rights too, as opposed to you who don’t need to speak, ’cause you happen to “look right”.

I may sound as racist, but you don’t have to sound at all, and that is the difference. I have to expose my position, my opinion, to write it down, to go around and talk about it – you don’t. You just expose your blond passport to high society, your deep blue eyes, and you don’t have to say no more. 

You believe that your silence or your calm tone makes you right, even if it perpetuates the entire racist concept. You actually believe that you being quiet about your advantages and privileges based on your race is more right than me being loud about my disadvantages based on my race. Well that is insulting. That is racist in the first place, because you want to quiet me, and keep the status quo which works for you. You don’t want changes. That is racist, racist, racist, racist. 

Every time when “brother” or “sister” reminds a “brother or sister” of what they really are, what they used to be, their “roots”, they turn to their new friends for protection and accuse their “brothers and sisters” of religious fundamentalism and shit. And that breaks our hearts, not because we are loosing “Muslim brothers and sisters”, but because it is offensive.

If someone I know, I love, I care for, someone mine, even from my family, can turn against me, or start avoiding me because of my racial features, change his or her attitude, disrespect me or marginalize me because of my “darker look”, then what I suppose to expect from those racists I see for the first time, those who never grew up with me?

So these girls and guys, these brainwashed racists among us – they are not just plain racists: they are racist ass-holes. Those white Slavic-speaking Muslims who took advantage of the color of their skin, hair, eyes, who changed their Muslim first names, who associated themselves with local right-wing parties, who made careers, even got into the EU parliament as example of what a “real white European should do” – those who distanced them from the “Brown man’s” religion, culture, tradition, who  distanced them from their brothers and sisters, their civil and human rights – those are real servants, real house-slaves, real trash, real disgrace.

Because their change can’t be based only on their individual decision. I don’t believe that shit. Individual decision. Who cares about your individual decision. I can turn green – who cares, unless it is symbolic, political, important, and special gesture that works for “the man”. So there must be a trade. There must be a wink.

It is not about civil or human rights. Civil or human rights is about being able to become successful and rich and wealthy without having to change our names and our identities, without rejecting your roots.

That is not a real success!

That is not a real career!

That is a career with a puppeteer!

There is always a pimp behind such a gesture. I am talking about “the man” and his “project”. I am talking about Fresh Loyals. I am talking about generating the generation of those who reject their roots, their souls. I am talking about brainwashed ambitious wannabes. I am talking about human trash, about those who are ready to give up their souls for the power based on color of their skin, hair, eyes. Those are not our ambassadors, our representatives, those are nothing but empty puppets. Fresh Loyals.