Thursday, February 27, 2014

The Hell of Multiculturalism

This article is from American Renaissance and was written by Daniel Attila. I have not posted the entire article but there is a link to the entire article at the bottom of the page. The title is, appropriately, "Hell on Wheels."

I do not understand how anyone can support multiculturalism. There is no good to it whatsoever. And I have seen some bizarre things, such as an incredibly ugly Muslim female, head to toe in one of those black shrouds, who fled in panic when I walked by her with my retarded pug on a leash.

"I was born in Hungary, from which I escaped in 1982 at age 18. I settled in New York in 1984 with the intention of becoming an artist, but after nearly a decade of struggle I realized I might never make it. In 1993 I enrolled in the City University of New York, while I supported myself for four years as a conductor on New York City subway trains. There can be only a few jobs that so quickly introduce an immigrant to the realities of multi-racialism. Beneath the streets of New York I have seen and done things that very few whites will—I hope—ever see or do.

"Conductors operate the doors of trains, make announcements, give information to the passengers, and oversee the safety of people on trains and platforms. Most of the time they stay in a small compartment, or cab, in the middle car of the train. There are many cities that operate subways with only a driver, but New York City is a challenging place, where putting only one person on the train would expose the system to violence and chaos.

"Attending college while working under ground is not a dream come true, but conductors are well paid. The starting salary is $30-40,000 a year, with a top salary of $40-50,000, which can be reached in three years. Conductors who become drivers can earn $50-70,000 a year, depending on overtime. The high salaries are a result of the monopoly the Transit Authority (TA) enjoys over city transportation. The union is a mostly-black workforce, which cannot be tampered with by any politician who wants a career in New York. Even as far back as the 1930s, the all-powerful TA got through the depression without laying off a single employee.

"I went to a high school in China Town to take the civil service exam for the job. Once inside, I noticed that I was the only white person there. Except for an Asian-Indian woman who sat in front of me, I saw only black people, even though there were at least 40 of us taking the test. 'How come I’m the only white person here?' I wondered. 'Don’t white Americans want a job that pays $40-60,000 a year and doesn’t even require a high-school education?' Perhaps in answer, one of the blacks in front of me turned around and gave me a bizarre, hate-filled look—a look I would often encounter in the years ahead.

"The test was easy—surprisingly so—and I wondered if it was possible for anyone over the age of six not to pass it. I clearly remember one of the questions; I find it impossible to forget:

"If you are a bus driver and find that a kid jumped onto the back of the bus, traveling on the outside, what are you going to do?

"a) I will suddenly brake, then accelerate, repeating this process until the kid falls off and learns a lesson.

"b) I will just ignore the kid and keep on driving as if unaware of the problem.

"c) I will stop the bus and personally make sure that the kid gets off.

"As part of the test, we also had to find various places in the city, such as the Empire State Building, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the United Nations, with the help of a city map provided to us. This is similar to having Parisians find the Eiffel tower with the help of a map. Needless to say, the test went well and I congratulated myself for having settled in a country where well-paying jobs are so easy to get.

"I began learning about the reality of America’s racial dilemma right at the beginning of my training program at the Transit Authority. There was a huge black fellow in our class who had the habit of physically bumping into me at every opportunity. I could feel that he did this intentionally, trying to make it hurt more than an accidental collision would, but not enough to make it look like an assault.

"The class consisted of about 80 people, with only a half dozen whites. Most of the training was given by an old white veteran who kept telling us funny and scary stories about transit workers on duty. We were told to watch out for assaults by passengers. 'Every one of you will be spat at,' he insisted repeatedly, 'I guarantee it.' After the class training, which lasted about four weeks, we spent two weeks on trains, operating under the supervision of experienced conductors. Right on the first day, a strong black man who stood on the platform, whose right arm was bigger than both of my thighs put together, made a sudden attempt to punch me in the face as I leaned out the window to observe the platform. The conductor who supervised me assured me that such things are very dangerous and happen every day.

"Also during the break-in period, I saw a horrible incident in the East New York section of Brooklyn. A horde of black teenagers descended upon a black boy who was sitting quietly by himself. Within seconds, they beat him from head to toe, then quickly fled before the doors closed. We tried to talk to the boy, who was in bad shape, asking him if he wanted medical help or the police. When he said he didn’t want either, we asked about the attack. It turned out he was on his way to the first day on a job. The gang beat him up because they didn’t want him to work.

"After the break-in period, I was qualified as a conductor and began to operate without supervision. It didn’t take long for our instructor’s prediction to come true. I was conducting a D train in the Bronx when I noticed a large group of black men gathered on the platform, just outside the conductor’s window. I felt their threatening presence instinctively, but the rules require that the conductor lean out the window and look down the platform in both directions before he closes the doors. I had no choice but to open my window and take the risk. As soon as I opened it, one of the men spat right into my eyes. I was wearing safety goggles but still got some of the saliva on my skin—regulations require that goggles be worn primarily to protect against passenger assaults.

"Throughout the four years I spent as a conductor, blacks and Latinos would hide behind posts or other cover and spit at me—with astonishing power and accuracy. Other times they would throw things at me, try to punch me, or yell vile and sometimes inarticulate things at me.

"One attack involved a black man of about thirty, who threw a large, glass bottle at my face. I managed to close the window just as the bottle struck—it hit with such force, that pieces of glass stuck in the acrylic window of my cab all the way to the end of the trip. As we came into the terminal, I spotted a black supervisor on the platform and couldn’t help asking: 'What am I supposed to do when someone attacks me as I operate, and the attack is really nasty?' 'If you have an injury, you pull the cord and call command to send for the police and the ambulance,' was the reply. 'But what if you have no injuries? What if he almost killed you but you lucked out?' I continued. 'Then there is no problem,' said the supervisor, 'you keep on going.'

"On another occasion, when conducting a 'D' train in the Bronx, a boy in a crowd of high-school students threw a heavy stone right at my face with great accuracy and force. I instinctively held up my hand to shield my face and was injured severely enough to go to the emergency room. At the hospital, the nurse told me that a bus driver, also injured in an assault, had just been treated and released a couple of hours earlier."

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A said...

I read that article a few years back and it really opened my eyes. One might even say it turned me realist.

Anonymous said...

Any time around blacks will open your eyes. John Derbyshire's article - for which National Review excommunicated him - contains wise advice. Link:

Anonymous said...

New York City during the 1980's was full of racial tension, as evidenced by reactions to Bernerd Goetz, among others.

Your larger point is correct. Multiculturalism is completely ignorant of human nature. It's been taught in college Humanities since the mid-1980's, but most who were young back then didn't take it seriously. Starting around the mid-1990's, people started believing it in increasing numbers.