Your pets can't tell jews and whites apart. lol
Your pets can't tell jews and whites apart. lol
Somehow it is our fault.
Somehow it is our fault.
Wish they had stomped harder.
He does at least mention they were black.
Wish they had stomped harder.
He does at least mention they were black.
They were laughing. Thats why I carry a gun
They were laughing. Thats why I carry a gun
Entire article of blue checkmark negro worshipping kike genuflecting on how much he loves black marxist philosophy and podcasts on civil rights
Gets kicked in the fetal position by a pack of cackling pavement apes.
Beautiful
>Entire article of blue checkmark negro worshipping kike genuflecting on how much he loves black marxist philosophy and podcasts on civil rights
>>Gets kicked in the fetal position by a pack of cackling pavement apes.
Beautiful
I see a story that serves as a way for him to plug hos book and his friend’s.
I see a story that serves as a way for him to plug hos book and his friend’s.
Archive (no paywall): https://archive.fo/Edax8
Funny:
>As I walked to A.’s building, I put on my headphones to listen to the rest of a podcast conversation with my friend Randall Kennedy, about his new book on race and civil rights, Say It Loud. Randy’s voice was the last thing I heard as I turned right on West Seventeenth Street and Ninth Avenue, where my attackers were lying in wait.
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>When I said, again, that I didn’t think I could identify my attackers, they didn’t press me further. (It’s possible that the presence of a black woman inhibited them—“They were trying to figure us out,” A. speculated afterward.)
Like pottery.
Archive (no paywall):
https://archive.fo/Edax8
Funny:
>>As I walked to A.’s building, I put on my headphones to listen to the rest of a podcast conversation with my friend Randall Kennedy, about his new book on race and civil rights, Say It Loud. Randy’s voice was the last thing I heard as I turned right on West Seventeenth Street and Ninth Avenue, where my attackers were lying in wait.
...
>>When I said, again, that I didn’t think I could identify my attackers, they didn’t press me further. (It’s possible that the presence of a black woman inhibited them—“They were trying to figure us out,” A. speculated afterward.)
Like pottery.
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