Call me a fudd but I believe John Browning invented the perfect Nazi removal tool in 1911.
To the
3456 people so far that have downvoted this post: your mom’s a hoe.I hope those people aren’t racist but instead don’t believe violence is the best way to fight the KKK
They’re “not racist, but <insert most vile racist shit here>”.
not necessarily, some people are anti racist but are at the same time against violence
I’m thinking they may just disapprove of violence.
Which itself is a major problem
No, we need people like that in our society.
No we don’t. A blanket “violence bad” philosophy is protecting those who do violence to others. Sometimes violence is necessary and this fact needs to be understood by everyone. Especially with the way things are. Some people can’t be reasoned with.
Which itself is a valid philosophy. I might not believe in it, I personally think you cannot afford to be pacifist in a world that is willing to use violence against you. But I’d much rather sit with a pacifist (or someone else who has a philosophy I don’t believe in, yet can understand) than a racist.
I hope so too, but they’re also wrong and their mom’s a hoe.
We can prefer a reasoned, philosophical discourse on acceptance and tolerance, and underline it with the threat of the natural consequence befitting intolerant hate mongering assholes.
I hope those people don’t think violence is the best way to defeat the KKK, but instead think this kind of violence is too nice for a member of the KKK
Bear in mind, this poem is likely in response to the fact that President Woodrow Wilson used the power of the presidency to re-found the KKK. He also did a bunch of other heinous shit, like segregation of the federal government for the first time in US history. Wilson was president from 1912-1920.
He screened Birth of a Nation in the White House. That film, along with Gone With the Wind, is responsible for pushing Lost Cause bullshit into popular culture.
Birth of a Nation is what inspired the formation of the Second Klan. Nathan Bedford Forrest’s gang had mostly cleared off by then, the 20’s were a revival.
The Second Klan was massive and mainstream. They fielded charity baseball games. Something like a third of white people in Indiana were members. It was normalized.
Condemning the violence of the poem without understanding the context misses so much.
He’s largely responsible for writing that lost cause BS, of course he wanted to get it into popular culture. I still consider Wilson to tie Jackson for worst president so far.
I wanna turn this into a punk song lol
Would make a perfect punk song!
Love it. When does the movie come out?
edit: The more I think about it, the more I love the franchise potential.
When You Meet a Member of the Ku Klux Klan Robert L. Poston (1921) When you meet a member of the Ku Klux Klan, Walk right up and hit him like a natural man; Take no thought of babies he may have at home, Sympathy’s defamed when used upon his dome. Hit him in the mouth and push his face right in, Knock him down a flight of stairs and pick him up again. Get your distance from him and then take a running start, Hit him, brother, hit him, and please hit the scroundrel hard. Pour some water on him, bring him back to life once more Think of how he did your folks in the days of long ago; Make a prayer to heaven for the strength to do the job, Kick him in the stomach, he, a low, unworthy snob. Call your wife and baby out to see you have some fun, Sic your bulldog on him for to see the rascal run. Head him off before he gets ten paces from your door, Take a bat of sturdy oak and knock him down once more. This time you may leave him where he wallows in the sand, A spent and humble member of the Ku Klux Klan.
You could throw a twenty in a vat o’ hot oil
When he jump in after it watch him boil
Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in
If you can find he can swim
Put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend
Videotape and the party don’t end
Tell that boogers be sellin’ like crack
He gon’ put the little baggies in his nose and suffocate like that
Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun
When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you know this one
Sounds like a joke about poor people by a rich person
The opposite actually
Most bats are made of maple now
