Maybe start by showing her how evil is hidden and protected in the "music" industry and then show her white rappers and black rappers (this way she won't think you are racist and ignore everything you would say). Then move on to how "rappers" (a ton of them are black so she'll indirectly understand the threat) treat their spouses/girlfriends. (Some) women are attracted to violent men so you will need to show her the worst: torture and death.

Maybe show her this: https://twitter.com/stillgray/status/1356050277351137289?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Eembeddedtimeline%7Ctwterm%5Eprofile%3AHenryMakow&ref_url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.henrymakow.com%2F

This black woman gets it, she totally understands what's wrong with black people now. It's the indoctrination, the constant, never ending bullshit indoctrination.

Look, the thing with blacks isn't that they are blacks. The real problem is that they are being coddled because they are black. Everyone afraid to point out the massive violence in black neighborhoods. Blacks can beat down a white kid and no one calls it what it is.

My Grandpa said it well enough when I was a kid, "Two on one is nigger's fun".

We had a black single woman rent a house almost directly across from us when I was a kid being raised by my grandparents. She had two boys and we frequently played together. My Grandpa starting crying that his house lost value because of the black woman which was just stupid and not realistic. He built a custom model home he designed himself and honestly, for the time it was state of the art. Room to room intercom, piped in music from the kitchen, a central vacuum system so you could go to any room and plug a hose into the wall, flip a switch that turned on the vacuum in the garage that was indeed powerful, a boiler that pumped hot water through a radiator in every room, two bathrooms, large living room with triple coved ceiling, textured wall plaster and flag stone fireplace with gas in case you didn't feel like burning wood. Heat lamps and ventilator fans in the two bathrooms, one bathroom for guests and one for family.

What made his house lose it's value is that the developer couldn't get any more takers and sold off the remaining lots to another developer who put in cheap tract homes on slabs. Thin slabs. Open eaves where instead my Grandpa had enclosed soffits. His house had shake cedar roofing while the tract homes had cheap shingles, single small bathrooms, no ventilation, no frills, popcorn ceilings that were noticeably uneven, just shoddy cheap construction.

The black lady got remarried and moved away with her two boys.

In grade school we had one black kid in our class and for years I had a photo of a week end outing with a church leader and a group photo. In the photo you could see me sitting next to Winston the black kid. No problem with him.

However, at school some of the kids pestered him for being black. His mom knew my grandmother and called her one evening because her son had been crying and complaining about being teased for being black. He bitterly asked his mom why he had been born black and he hated being black.

When I heard that I started paying attention more and hung around him more just to make sure to be there if someone wanted to give him shit.

However, growing up I noticed a trend with some black people. They go out of their way to look for grievances against white people. Any little thing will set them off and they can't be civil. Just go ape shit and start screaming and doing violence and now it's to the point where they will do violence for no reason at all. Black people are nursing their hatred like a baby nurses a bottle.

I was sent to an Adventist boarding school and one student in my class took it on himself to start shit with me in class one day. He started off with "Honky" and generally putting me down. I started back at him with "Nigger!". At first it was hilarious with us mutually calling each other Nigger and Honky, back and forth. SNL edition. Then it went to fist fighting. The dean had words with us, moved some other students around and made us room together the rest of the year. He was always nursing that race thing and trying to make me agree with him which never happened. At some point, we just agreed to live and let live. He could go on being a nigger and I would be a honky, we just stopped caring. He could talk all he wanted about "black stuff", I didn't give a shit. The white girls despised him so he could never get a date for prom night or even a week end dinner date which we were allowed. I even tried to get some of the white girls to give him a mercy date to help his bruised feelings but no. Not happening. Then one year a black girl came to the school, the only black girl in the school which was odd that there weren't more. She was a bit homely and it got worse. The food there was high calorie and particularly the "tator tots" would do it for some. Her ass got bigger. Her name was Benita so we were openly referring to her as Buns Benita. Then, in my social circle and among some of the girls I was friendly with we had a consensus of opinion that my roommate should date Benita. Oh man was he pissed and I knew why. I didn't even ask him why. We had decided he should date her just because she was black and white chicks hated my roommates jive ass attitude. What they didn't realize was that he had very low self esteem and covered it with bravado. False bravado.

The last fist fight we had it seemed like I wasn't even connecting for all the good it did. He didn't seem to feel a thing as I rained down knuckle punches on his afro head. That one was because he had used the comb on my blow dryer to comb his head and left his pube hairs all over it with his greasy shit. I was so pissed those punches were from my heart.

After we calmed down he admitted to me that I punch like a mule and it hurt every bit as bad. He had just pretended I wasn't hurting him. However, we never had another fight and he left my stuff alone.

Just find normal videos of them being ugly disgusting creatures. You can find tribal African videos on jewtube.