By Donald Jeffries - October 21, 2025

I spend too much time watching videos of perpetually angry Black people attacking and assaulting White people. Always easy targets. Usually in gangs. Often starting with a cowardly sucker punch. But you can’t ignore them. They’re everywhere. Earlier this year, the shocking frequency of them triggered what was dubbed Black Fatigue.

Now, I wrote about what I called African American Fatigue Syndrome a few years back. I’m not bitter over the simpler "Black Fatigue" catching on. We’re talking about the same thing after all. Bluntly stated, those of us who aren’t “African-American” are saddled with a minority group that we cannot help but interact with at times. This group, although only about 12 percent of the population, is a very loud demographic, and their concerns and alleged mistreatment at the hands of the other 88 percent of the people is drummed into our heads continuously by what Donald Trump has christened the Fake News.

The rest of us are supposed to be unduly interested in the welfare of these “African-Americans,” even to the extent of prioritizing them over our own families. What, after all, is more important than a young Black man in the “hood?” Stop whining about living paycheck to paycheck, or the fact you aren’t paid enough to save any money. You should be concerned instead about “Reparations.”

Sure, you might have experienced a medical emergency and find it impossible to pay the bill that comes courtesy of our thoroughly evil Medical Industrial Complex. It might have impacted your “quality of life,” to use a favorite term of that same Complex. But what about all those Black children with indecipherable names, who are forced to graduate from high school without ever learning to read? Who can’t perform basic math problems? Of course, we all know that grammar and math are “racist,” but why aren’t you worried about how they can all become “influencers,” rappers, and other kinds of laughable celebrities? As Humphrey Bogart once said, your problems don’t amount to a hill of beans. Not to some resident of a real, genuine “hood.” Where the nights are full of high excitement. Will there be an actual drive-by shooting here? Will some “gangstas” kill other “gangstas” who “disrespected” them? Don’t tell me about your Parkinson’s Disease. Have you ever been really and truly “disrespected?”

The AI photo above reflects a tragic reality; Black males have long been prone to raping White females. Forget To Kill a Mockingbird. Look at the official crime statistics. While Black on White rape is all too common, Whites raping Blacks is so statistically negligible as to be considered nonexistent. Yet, Hollywood always depicts things that way, doesn’t it? Eldridge Cleaver bragged about all the White women he raped in his allegedly best-selling memoir, Soul on Ice. How could a major publisher not publish it? I don’t have to tell you that there are very few former altar boys controlling the major publishers. White women especially ate that stuff up. Accounts of White women being raped. Somehow, that’s cool, as long as the rapists were a particular magical color. Ask the German “activist” who apologized to the migrants who raped her. Or the German girl who was given a longer prison sentence than the migrant rapists for “insulting” them. You’ve come a long way from Hitler, baby.

As I’ve said before, I am fatigued beyond measure by the ghetto mentality. Ghetto issues. Ghetto “fashion.” Ghetto “music.” I have zero tolerance for hearing any more Black people yelling. About anything. Being called “racist” doesn’t bother me in the least. It’s a label that has lost whatever meaning it might have ever had. I think Trotsky invented the term, didn’t he? You know, the former Lev Bronstein from New York. Who became a leading figure in the “Russian” revolution. Wound up with an icepick in the head, Lev did. Now, that’s ghetto. That’s “keeping it real.” I think Lev might have invented the term “anti-Semitism” too. “Anti-Semitism” and “racism” go together. Like a horse and carriage, in the words of the old song. Those words were written by yet another non-Irishman, Sammy Cahn. Old Lev would have been proud. Which brings us to the more important part of the equation. Just who ensures that there is always an endless array of Black complaints? Who promotes this?

I’m sure anyone reading this knows the answer to that. It wasn’t a group of Mormons. Or lesbian Presbyterians. Or one-legged Eskimos. Or transgender Unitarians. If any other group held the kind of power that those who are whole or partially Jewish do, the sleeping Sheeple would at least be aware of it. Because our lapdog press would at least acknowledge it. The lame investigatory process, such as it exists in America 2.0, is controlled by this magical Two Percent of the population. From the FBI to the New York Times, Jewish concerns are front and center. Since the primary concern of powerful American Jews is unquestioned taxpayer support to the parasitic state of Israel, their concerns are most often expressed as Black concerns. It is they who have pushed and promoted Blacks to the exclusion of all others, since the days when some hoaxer with incredible foresight produced the Protocols of Zion. Even got Henry Ford on board. Poor Henry, invented the car and gets labeled a despicable “anti-Semite.”

This marriage of Black and Jew is so prevalent that you have turn off your critical thinking skills not to see it. Who promoted all those Black big band leaders, and then the early rock and rollers? They weren’t Christmas Celebrators, to use comedian Leonarda Joni’s phrase. Of course, there were many Black performers with talent, but that many? Who guided the careers of Black big band leaders like Duke Ellington, and early rock and roll artists like Little Richard and Chuck Berry? After all, weren’t they all being viciously discriminated against in those days? Well, to be fair, those “guiding” their careers did invariably cheat and rob them of their earnings. What were all those White audience members doing, cheering on people who couldn’t stay in the same hotel with? Who wrote all those Brill Building songs of the early 1960s? Carole King? Cynthia Weil? Gerry Goffin? Neil Sedaka? No Irish in that bunch. And they wrote most of those songs for Black artists to perform.

Who produced the slew of Black television comedies in the 1970s? I think Norman Lear is still alive. Ask him if he . . .

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