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Three Stolen Biographies: US Marine Purple Heart Suicide Story. Last words: “There is no help for the White Man.”

In Uncategorized on September 23, 2016 at 12:26 pm

Here’s a long, long document I found as I sleuth my 40,000 pages or what was not destroyed by viruses’ etc.

WHITE & PURPLE – White Suicide – Purple Heart

Last words, “There is No Help for the White Man.”

This is a long essay about the life and suicidal death of Michael Miles Duncan Sr. who fought bravely on the front lines on the torrid and deadly jungles of Viet Nam as a United States Marine Purple Heart recipient.

But if our Congress has to receive bills to decide on that are 2,000 pages and they only get a few days to read them, certainly 100+ pages is not too much to read when trying to save the entire White race.

I weep bitterly as I watched this video of a White man’s suicide and ask did he kill himself or are they being driven to it as my husband’s death.  How about the pain of the wives, like me, and our children, that once loved the Veteran. As this man suffered parent alienation, it is I, the wife and mother, who suffers parent alienation even until today.

WASHINGTON — Eric Holder, the nation’s first black attorney general, said Wednesday the United States was “a nation of cowards” on matters of race, with most Americans avoiding candid discussions of racial issues.

In a speech to Justice Department employees marking Black History Month, Holder said the workplace is largely integrated but Americans still self-segregate on the weekends and in their private lives.

“Though this nation has proudly thought of itself as an ethnic melting pot, in things racial we have always been and I believe continue to be, in too many ways, essentially a nation of cowards,” Holder said.

Race issues continue to be a topic of political discussion, but “we, as average Americans, simply do not talk enough with each other about race.”

First of all, Eric Holder is a Black bigot, for he refers to “Black” History Month, yet there is nothing on the campuses across the world called “White History Month,” or “White Pride Month.” For all practical purposes the White Race has been destroyed leaving only melted bodies and minds that have White skin on them.  While Whites were fighting in Congress and on the streets for “Black Civil Rights,” who is expounding the rights of White Civil Rights.  When Mr. Holder refers to “cowards,” what he really means is that the country and world should focus on the Black Rights and not the White Civil Rights, which have been utterly stolen from us right under our very noses.  If we used our noses correctly during the Civil Rights Movement we would have smelled a foul odor of Jews at work, just as they did in disguising Jewish Civil Rights in the 1500’s in Bavaria.

So, let me start out this short biography of a White man.  I am not a coward, but brave enough to stick up for the rights of my dead White husband, Mike Duncan, myself as his widow, Barbara Ann Nowak, our two White sons, Mikey, Jr. and Paul Lloyd, and my granddaughter, Bella Rose.  I’m grateful to stick up for the works of our ancestors that came from White Europe.  (Even President Obama’s church has on the wall, “This church is dedicated to Black Africa.”)  It is time to stop a society that is steering in only rights for non-Whites and this double-standard that humiliates and negates the White race by not mentioning it, keeping it silent, or deliberately covering it up.  My husband and our descendents are all descendents from the Mayflower, the first ship that came in from White Europe and colonized America.   Compare how blacks wealthy many Blacks are living now in America and then think of how Blacks are living in Africa today.  I don’t really worry about the Blacks in Africa, when my ancestors in White Poland, Russia and Eastern Europe are in worse shape today than in any other time in their ancestor’s history.  When I think about Poland’s misery I wonder:  Did the Jews take much of the wealth of Poland and bring Poland’s wealth to the U.S and thus become the Jewish monopoly and Supremacists that they are today.  And what about the double standard that says if one says the word “White,” they are branded “White Supremacists,” when it is only White survival that I am demanding.

George Washington who designated the Badge of Military Merit as the first Purple Heart, once said in the General Order, (9 July 1776) George Washington Papers, at the Library of Congress, 1749-1799: Series 3g Varick Transcripts:

“The General hopes and trusts that every officer and man will endeavor to live and act as becomes a Christian soldier defending the dearest rights and liberties of his country.”

            While George Washington refers to “Christian,” why are Christian values be usurped and destroyed in favor of homosexuals, lesbians, pedophiles, Jews, Muslims, or even Voo-Doo worshipers.  Where is the strength in a country like that, when instead of being “progressive” and “advanced,” we turn back the clock perhaps 5,000 years and descend into our most base recollections as in the Jewish Old Testament.

I’m writing this sorrowful and informative short biography of my husband, Mike Duncan, who was a White Christian Heterosexual Male-United States Marines and “his dearest rights and liberties,” in his country that he shed his blood for.  He commit suicide, because his rights were all trampled on, ignored, or transferred to Jews, Blacks, Mexicans, and any other non-White that replaced him.  Even animals and rocks through the Green Movement have more rights than the White man.  The White male is now the only “true” minority in the country, and all the Affirmative Action” laws are “against” him, and there is no way to recoup the damage that has been done not only to my husband, but to all White males.  If people are starting to realize that Affirmative Action needs to be outlawed and cancelled, where is the restitution for the damage that insane law inflicted on the White man, while it uplifted the Jew into Supremacy, the Blacks into the Presidency, Mexicans into illegal and criminal status, even their babies, and the non-Whites as “preferred” immigrants into America, shunning White Europeans.  It is pure hatred against Whites that has plagued our country for the last 45 years!

Just as the Palestinians and Iraqis have no nuclear bombs to defend themselves with, they have had to resort to using their very own body as a weapon and become suicide-bombers.  My husband had no way to fight the invisible enemy of the White male right in America, except to use his very White life to commit suicide and to send a message.  He left his last message to me on the phone:  “I will kill myself with this money; there is no help for the White man, and I will show them it is about “men” and not about “money.”

The enemy:  There are probably many enemies, but the chief one that I would like to bring out from my own experiences and study is the Jews in control of our country, Europe, and the White race, and looking to control the world.  I would like to put forth that the Jews have controlled us since they arrived in Poland in 1096, and when the Jews won World War II, took all of the Polish wealth with them and that is how they bought up the most strategic parts of the American economy, with that money.

With the White race as the true minority race in the world, it leaves our White people in a most vulnerable position, while we give away education, jobs, even our media, to the hands of the majority of Browns, Yellows, Blacks, and Reds in the world, including the Jewish race, for they consider themselves a ‘race’ as well as a religion.  Even the Bible, will enumerate the “begets” which show how the Jews have kept their race pure.  Even Jesus was “circumcised” as a method of keeping the Jewish race pure for if a woman was to have sex, she was to avoid men that were “not” circumcised.  Jesus would be considered a racist, as he said clearly that his religion was for the children of Israel, his fellow Jews, that he thought were so diabolical and devilish, that they needed immediate redemption.  Even after the Jews had him beaten, humiliated, crucified and murdered, the apostles kept the religion of love, not hate, called “The Way,”  in the Jewish synagogue.  Jesus would be considered an anti-Semite, in that he really attacked the Jews’ such as the chief priests, the Jewish elders, the Jewish High Priests, the Jewish Pharisees.  Once I read the J.B. Phillips version of the New Testament,  and put the word “Jewish” in front of “chief priests,” “elders,” “Pharisees,” “lawyers,” Sanhedrin, “scribes,”, and you will see exactly what Jesus thought of the Jews in His day, and what the Jews thought of him, and how they wanted to assassinate one of their fellow Jewish Rabbis.  When I hear of Christian Churches on Jewish run television, preaching from a Christian pulpit that the Jews are the only “Chosen People” of God, and that the rest of us need to support a war in the Middle East and Iran, I object that my husband was “equal” and had his “dearest” rights ignored and destroyed.  As I believe my husband was just as much a Chosen Person of God, as any Jew, that left Jerusalem, and then mated and replenished their race and religion, with many people from Europe, especially my country of Poland, where Jews called home for 900 years.  I believe that my husband’s ancestry, going back to the Mayflower Ship, entitles him, by seniority, to have more advantages, which he was entitled, but never received.  Instead, thanks to intentional dumbing down and degeneration of the White male, especially through Jewish media, education, book publishing, advertising and marketing campaigns, that are still going on today.

My husband, Mike Duncan, was homeless, in the City of Chicago. Obama, as Community Organizer, was so helping his own Black Race of people in South Chicago that he didn’t even provide a God damned tent for my White son’s father to sleep in, or a meal for him to eat.

The object of this essay is not just to honor my husband as a war hero, but to end wars, especially for the White race, which has been suffering from war for 900 years, especially in my country of Poland, at the manipulation of the Jewish racists and Supremacists, as Dr. David would call them in a book of the same name.

I want someone from the government that I my husband ancestors paid taxes to for 400 years, to tell me why I could not peaceably assemble with my fellow White people at the European American conference in Memphis Tennessee last year in November right after the Black Obama was elected.  We were to have a normal, peaceful conference, as all the ones prior to it were, when the Blacks that have contracts with the hotel “threatened” and “warned” the hotel that if we were there, they would pull out of their establishment. When the promoters of the White conference wanted to have it outdoors on a farm, there was a “State of Emergency” issued so that we could not assemble!  Is “this” what my husband fought for and died for?  To leave his White wife and son protected and stripped of every single right, “except” the right to remain silent.

Also, I want someone to tell me why I could not peacefully assemble at the “No More Wars for Israel” conference in Irvine, California two years ago.  The conference was shut down by the Marriott Hotel, owned by my fellow Whites, the Mormons.  When the Jews leading the Blacks, Whites, etc. and they wanted to assemble and take over and riot during the Viet Nam War era while my husband and the rest of the veterans were fighting, they were “not” shut down, but granted “Freedom of Speech.”  When the non-Whites wanted and demanded their rights, “Freedom of Speech” was flying over the airwaves everywhere. When the Whites now need “Freedom of Speech” to assert our right and claim over what we built, prayed for, paid for, invented, etc. in this country, they change the laws on Whites and now it is not “politically” correct to speak out. Why the double standard.

The managers of the conference had to find a church where we could assemble.  There I met a Navy man that was on the ship the USS Liberty back on June 8, 1967. White on board with his crew, the Jewish Israeli’s bombed the hell out of that ship trying to sink it.  And it was “covered” up until today.  It seems as if the Jews wanted to sink it and blame the Egyptian during the Jews 1967 wars in the Mideast. Jews “hate” their neighbors, and now America has become more “Jew-like” than our Christian fathers, for we now “hate” the people in the Mideast, and are bombing and killing millions of innocent Palestinian, Iraqi, and Afghanistan people.  And if our Protestant Evangelic ministers who have their TV shows provided on Jewish mainstream channels, they will be setting us off to war to kill people in Iran.

Furthermore, instead of being aghast at what I’m saying, why not look for the “good” in my writing and for ideas to use. For example, how about giving Purple Hearts to all the men that were wounded on the USS Liberty ship that was almost sunk by the Jewish Israeli’s?  Make a special day so that all of them could be entered at once. Contact them.  Give this publicity.  Reward them for their bravery and honor. And if by some slim chance you don’t know about this history, research it on the internet, and watch videos about it on youtube.com as I did over 3 years ago.

It is said that Israel is our only “friend” in the Mideast.  If they are our White friends, then we are becoming more like them, then our Christian heritage.  Christians are the “opposite” and more “advanced” thinking than the Jews.  We are then “friends” with our enemies, giving them all our patents, inventions, secrets, money, and worse of all, bodybags, for Jewish Israeli wars, with interests around the entire world.  The Jews did the same to Poland, my ancestors home.

Is “this” what my husband was fighting for?  Even George Washington warned us about not getting involved in foreign affairs.  Americans are now located in military posts in over 700 places over the world.  All the while, our White male, and his family, deteriorates, degenerates, and dies, in despair.

Michael Miles Duncan, Sr., my deceased husband and White sons’ Daddy, was a United States Marine Corporal fighting the Yellow Communists in Viet Nam in 1966-67. Since our beloved USA lost the war, I can only assume the Yellow race won judging by their manufacturing success and trillion dollar plus economy today in China, etc.  He shed his White blood for our country and received the mighty Purple Heart when the Communists, who hate God, have burned down Christian Churches, killed over 100,000,000 people, and no one hears about that, just the 6,000,000 of the Jewish Holocaust as if they were the only casualties of any war in the last 100 years.  And why do the Jews “hide” the fact that the Holocaust was just about “poor” Jews?  Why don’t they mention and broadcast and propagandize for 60 years, that it was my “poor” Polish Catholic people who suffered the most casualties during that war, and that 6,000,000 is exaggerated, and it should be reversed by saying that “Christians” lost the most people, and not Jews. I will take it further and say that the Jews should pay restitution from all the money they received from their own people, the Germans, the Poles, the Americans, and all over the world, through book sales, movies, donations and contributions, and acts of Congress, to give money to the Jews, which now should be turned over to the real victims:  to me first, and then my Polish ancestors.  How much longer can we live a lie? If your own child lies to you, don’t you correct him.  Or do you let him live in a world of lies?  Hopefully not.  Yet we are living in a country of lies, and even filling our history books up with that.

Is this what my husband commit suicide for?  Must our granddaughter from the Mayflower Ship ancestry, which landed on December 11, 1620, go to school and learn “lies,” instead of facts and character and her “White European” unique ancestry.

The Yellow Asians shot Mike in the groin and exploded his reproductive testicle. I guess that is one way to kill off the White race, which is danger of extinction.  Shoot off their testicles and penises, and then the White men are not only afraid and emasculated, but are unable to reproduce children.  And if that isn’t bad enough, the Jews have a Satanic medical and ritualistic practice of amputating and mutilating the White boys’ penis, called “circumcision,” which brings all White boys into the Jewish religion, for “money,” and Jewish profit and gain.

(I have had to omit my writing here) There are some very bright White men that just cannot fit in American society no matter how hard they try.  They are intentionally kept down.  I have a White Polish-American nephew that was so smart he read the entire encyclopedia by the age of 10, got straight A’s in college, yet couldn’t find a decent job in Chicago and had to move to Poland to teach in the embassy.  Ask yourself why are White men being “hated” and ostracized?  Are the Jews hated? No they are promoted and are the richest men in the world today, providing amply for their Jewish wife and Jewish children.  Are the Yellow Chinese hated like the White man?  No they are given positions of the head of NASA, our space program, while Polish immigrants, the 2nd smartest people of White Europe, have to come into this USA scrubbing floors, and being grateful for that.  Hindus, Chinese men, Pakistani, etc. are all coming in and taking our “top” level jobs, such as engineers, architects, doctors, scientists, lawyers. These jobs are no longer going to White men.  Even White women have the feminists movement backing them up and have many resources such as the Black Oprah show to guide them through a slew of counselors, advisors, and guides to tell the White women how to think, act, diet, wear their hair, and what they should wear and even what they should read.  Do you suppose that “this” biography of a White US Marine, Purple Heart Recipient, would make it to the Oprah Book Club?  Do the Blacks even realize how many men from the Civil War died so that “they” could have rights so that 90% of all Black children are on food stamps and being fed generously, at some point in their life. White men lost “500,000” of our bravest soldier for black rights and Jewish banks, both in England and UsA. Why didn’t anyone give me food stamps, coming from a poor family of 15, Polish American, where Daddy only made minimum wage working for Jews his entire life? Why?  Cause they “hated” us poor Whites, and put the camera lens on the Jews from the Holocaust, the Blacks from the South, the Mexicans from Mexico, and non-Whites, even criminals & insane from Haiti, a country where the blacks slaughtered the French White aristocrats who lived there, and these same Haitians’ descendants  were dumped on our shores for us to feed, clothe and house, and be victims to.

I’m tired of being a White victim, and so was my dead husband.  I’m not one bit surprised he took his life. I’m only surprised he didn’t take it earlier.

I was listening to a former Catholic White nun, married to a former White priest, working as the manager in a legal firm in Las Vegas.  She was crying about the future of her 12 year old White son.  She said, “He is in an exquisite school in a special class for children gifted with advanced math and science aptitude.  He is the ‘only’ White boy out of 30 students!”  She continued, “Not only that, my husband and I have to work such long and hard hours to support him, where all the other smart kids in the class are all getting some kind of aid, support, welfare, tutorage, mentorship, from the government.  This will make them “smarter” than my boy, and my White boy is being “deprived” of opportunities only allotted to “non-Whites.  I would say this is “hating” her White boy and “loving” the Jews and non-Whites, who are given special privileges, while the Whites are intentionally kept down.  Who is going to pay restitution to the White families for this monstrous activities against Whites.

This is a crisis for saving the White male who cannot hold the most important roles in American society.  The White male has been displaced by rich Jews who we have been brainwashed into constantly feeling sorry for and elevating into god-status.  If Christianity is in crisis, it is because there is a new religion that we worship  — the Jews, their men, women and children and their banks.

Although I bring my own comments in this short biography of my husband, being his wife and the mother of his sons, I am part of his life, as much as his arm or leg.  I rescued him from potential homelessness in 1968, and taught our sons to honor, obey, love and respect their war hero Daddy.  After he came home from Viet Nam and was greeted by the insults and urine balloon bombs in Chicago of Jewish-led violent protests, (Bill Ayers & his Jewish girlfriend and Jewish cohorts, friends of Obama,) I greeted him with White good warmth, love, honor, respect, sex, comfort, and a ‘real domesticated home,’  where I could help heal his wounds of war, all the physical, mental, emotional, addictive and spiritual wounds our government sent him home with.

I have tried to get aid myself in order to become a better writer to write this essay for the Hall of Honor by going back to college for a degree since I have none and was denied any kind of aid or mentorship because I’m not the “right kind.”  Do you think they meant “White kind?”  When I tried to get medical benefits or help for my children when my husband wandered off, I was told all help goes to the Veteran, not his family.  My husband was a very angry and bitter White man.  And so am I as his wife and mother os his two sons, that we created through sex.  And I must try to write from ‘his’ voice and shout as he would have shouted, as best as I can.  He was a tough Marine, the kind that ‘helps women and children,’ as he did me and our sons.  But a tough Marine, that “fights” his enemy, and anyone that doesn’t uphold the rights of the White man and his family is Public Enemy #1.

By writing this, I would like to see programs especially geared towards saving the White race and male, and every bill that comes out of Congress or at the State level should be prefaced with:  “This bill will secure the existence of the White race, their rights, their health, religion, ancestors and descendents.”  I want to prevent not only White Veteran suicide, but White suicide, or being murdered and replaced by other races and has plagued our USA today. It is not “White suicide,” but rather “White genocide.”  And since the Jews invented the word “genocide,” I can only assume they are inflicting it on us in America, as they did in my fatherland of Poland.

Our White race has been intentionally degenerated, an act of mental war, that is more treacherous than we can comprehend with physical wounds.  Why should I bother trying to save the planet with ‘greening’ or global warming, when we Whites will not be here in a hundred years, or we will be so degenerated by intentional means, that we probably will be better off dead.  Who cares if there is a ‘green’ planet, when the ‘White’ species will be dead and gone?

As Mike’s White Polish American wife and our White son’s mother, I’m overwhelmed with grief that is inconsolable.  I will ‘not’ take an anti-depressant pill, for this country is already over-addicted to medication and can’t think straight, with even superstars dying from prescription medicines such as Elvis who also became addicted to pills when he was in the US Army in Germany.  The mental, depressive and spiritual effects of the war tortured both Elvis and my husband, their entire lives and sometimes made mental dependent cripples out of them.  And yet, now, no one seems to care about these mental, physical, emotional and spiritual White agonies of the victims of the Yellow Viet Nam Asian war and the intentional dumbing down until today of our White race.  Where do you think the term “dumb (White) blonde” came from? ….. Jewish Hollywood. (it’s not happening to Jewish women who instead are referred to “Princess on a Pedestal.”)

My intention in this essay is not just to reveal Mike’s biography, but to take it a step further and try to ‘end the wars,’ so that our White men won’t have to receive Purple Hearts anymore, and can heal up and begin their right place in society, competing with the Jews, the smartest, the Chinese and Hindus’ the second smartest, and we Whites are the third smartest but declining rapidly more towards the Blacks and brown Mexicans. I once dated a man from my Christian Church who was wounded in Viet Nam.  The Yellow Asians threw a grenade at him and shattered his face, exploding his blue eye, replaced with a marble-like artificial blue eye, shattering his skull, so he had an implanted steel helmet in his head, and destroying his beautiful White face, which was reconstructed in Holland!  Perhaps, the Yellows were jealous and and full of contempt over our White features.  High price to suffer for Whites!  My husband and this man should have been in projects such as the smartest Jews have, controlling the World Bank, controlling all the USA money in the Federal Reserve and Fort Knox, controlling all the TV and radio media which totally forms the minds of White America.  These two typical White males should have been groomed to control the books and publishing industry as Jews control with 1 out of 2 books being written are by those of Jewish race.  And Whites have to amend their books so that Jews will publish their works. They only publish what fits into Jewish agenda. These two White men should have been taught extensively and mentored by 21 mentors each, to be able to be strong men, husbands, fathers, and grandfathers and to protect women and children as the Ku Klux Klan’s sole purpose was in its inception and not the dreaded murderers they have been labeled as.  Whites were hung as well as blacks for crimes. There’s an old hanging scaffold here in Nevada.

(Jewish founded, funded, and manned) Communists believe we are all the same and equal, yet the Bible says that ‘equal’ means “just” and “good,” not “the same.”  Mike believed we are different and unique.  JEWS ARE NOT EQUAL TO ME OR MY DECEASED HUSBAND. THEY ARE SUPREMACISTS. Some people are pure White, some ½ breeds, some Yellow, pure-raced Jews, Browns, Reds, Blacks.  Just as my husband and I raised pedigreed German Shepherds, there has always existed throughout human history a careful and deliberate plan to keep species pure and pedigreed.  Mike came from all White countries of Lithuania and Scotland.  The Jews know about that the most, for the entire Bible shows how the Jews kept their race pure, from the begats in the early Bible, to Jesus, who was a Jewish racist and wanted His religion for Jews only, not Gentiles, whether White or brown.  This is not wrong.  Every other race on the planet and perhaps through the solar system and cosmos has a plan to “save and protect and keep pure their race.”  Yet to try to defend White Civil rights or my dead husband’s White rights is considered “hate???”  My husband was hated, hated, hated, and discriminated against on the basis of his very white skin color, where there were no laws, agencies, organizations, schools, media, or churches equipped to meet his White unique needs.

The Civil Rights Movement was the death of the White male, and it was a revolution that the Whites didn’t even know was being fought.  Abuse is when one entity hurts another and the other does not fight back.  Well, that is what happened. Our White rights were confiscated, ripped up and destroyed, and we couldn’t even fight back through mental and manipulative means that were put on us. The Civil Rights Movement was put upon our people and country right after the assassination of President Kennedy. It was as if the Jews first made them a fairytale couple, and afater his death, we went into such shock, they could have passed any law and we would just nod our heads. Jews associated in our minds the grief and sorrow for our white Catholic President to feeling sorry for other races. Also, the only 2 men who were oddly connected to this assassination were Jew Zapruder who magically had a film of the murder even though there was a detour that the parade took, and Jack Ruby (Rubenstein) who on camera shot Lee Harvey Oswald who just had told the camera he was being used as a “patsy” and that he didn’t do it. Convenient for Jews, dead men can’t be interrogated. If Whites or even yellows are with the Jews that will have to be brought out too someday, so we can leave our children history books of “facts” not “fiction,” or does anyone know the difference anymore.

As Mike’s wife, I would like to introduce myself as Barbara Ann the Queen of Karaoke, having sewed 152 costumes as I was taught by Dennis “Baby” Richards a college instructor, to sing, dance and get audience participation all in self-made costumes.  I sing approximately 4,000 songs in 7 languages, English, Polish, French, Italian, German, Spanish and Japanese.  Purple is the color of royalty, and my Queen’s costume is a full length cape of Purple with a extra-high White collar. (just a note, all these numbers have increased to 246 costumes, 8,000 songs perhaps, 8 languages.)

But, it was I that treated Mike the White Marine as my very own “King.”  But, he in turn supported me in all my unusual and avante garde endeavors.  Although I just started to sing karaoke lately, even then he supported me and enjoyed this unusual hobby and entertainment.

Our entire marriage was give and take and support for each other.  Very few words….. all actions.  No arguments!  I’m sure he found that comforting coming home from Viet Nam having shed blood, stressed, rejected, forlorn, and miserable, so miserable he had to hide and escape from the treatment he got as a White man into alcohol, drugs, gambling, doctor’s pills, womanizing, fighting, and abuse.  Once he was released he was on his own to fight a war within his own White body, mind and spirit, all on his own.  To ask for ‘help’ would be considered ‘weakness’ for a White man especially, yet black men can get help, Jews can get Harvard Education.  Harvard, our top university, is now 80% non-White.  That is like a Purple bruise on my White husband’s being and for our White descendents.  It boggles my mind to see Whites just ‘give the country’ away to people who did not work 400 years, nor mastermind or suffer for it.

I spent 18 years helping Mike go up the ladder in business, and assisted him when he got fired from jobs.  I also am trained in the Quality Movement in business as that which built the Japanese and Chinese manufacturing economy, which teaches, “There is no such thing as a ‘bad’ idea.”  Therefore, whatever I write are just ‘ideas’ not bad ideas, or good ideas, just ideas.  They may be viewed as ‘bad’ until a higher thought might reveal them as ‘good’.

We have two sons.  Both have top 1½ % intelligence in the USA.

While my husband was fighting the enemy in Viet Nam, our real threat then and today and our enemy is the illegal brown Mexicans invading our borders and there is no military to defend our American country, farmland, women, children and property.  In 1964, the illegal Mexicans were desperate to get into America, so they had to resort to extreme criminal activities.  My sister, who was so loving and once wanted to become a Dominican nun, felt sorry for poor Brown Mexicans and married one.  As soon as he got his driver’s license, job, and money, he went to kill her by putting her head in the oven.  He shouted, “I have a wife and five children in Mexico and I just married you for citizenship.” Today, 40 years later, he probably has over 100 descendents.  My White sister’s fate:  an insane asylum for life and her escape from Mexican murder.  Think of the Iraqi enemy where our boys and girls are going to war today.  If they got in a plane or boat and landed on our soil, and just made themselves at home and took over our country.  It’s ‘illegal.’  We’d be declaring war.

Even as far back as 1966, my White girlfriends wanted to take our first vacation after high school graduation and travel to Mexico for “Latin Lovers.”  The breakdown of the White race was evident as far back as the Jewish TV show, “I Love Lucy,” with a Latin man and a White woman, and we Whites were supposed to ‘laugh’ at the race-breaking down of our White people. Lucy’s husband was Cuban and that was easy for Whites to accept since Cubans are Spanish. But it was a Jewish ploy to get Whites ready for the Jewish led Mexican Revolution which took over our country (as of 2 years ago, August 2010, Hispanic children are “majority.”   Even the White man Elvis Presley thought he had to be ‘tall, dark and handsome,’ and therefore his Jewish hairdresser and constant mentor, Larry Geller, dyed his very blonde hair black, tanned his very White skin,  and covered his very blue eyes with dark sunglasses so Elvis could fit the stereotype of a non-White male or even a Jewish man, when he was the most Christian entertainer in our country, singing Christian gospel music  to God for as many as five hours a day!

My husband, Mike, was very, very White.  They called him ‘institutional’ White he was so light, and my son Paul today is very light like him also.  I’m glad God guided me to a White man to love, cherish, honor, obey, be his lover, and conceive, bear and breastfeed his children.  And that God has given me the courage and bravery for writing these truths and for being outspoken in my endeavors to save the White race.  I have paid a price for my writing being banned both in Chicago and Las Vegas from performing.  Is there a Purple Heart for the wives of Veteran’s who have the absolute courage and conviction to stand up for their men, themselves and their White descendents?

The war also left Mike Duncan suffering from heavy Johnny Walker Black Label drinking, degenerating assorted drugging, such as cocaine, hashish, marijuana, race-breaking womanizing with the Yellow Asian women, wasteful gambling, heavy Camel cigarette smoking, excessive pill-taking such as Speed, Shell Shock Syndrome with deadly and frightening nightmares, and the Agent Orange a deadly poison used by the government so strong it could kill green gigantic jungle trees and plants.

(Even Yellow women in China today, our enemy in Viet Nam, avoid other raced men by not dressing to attract them, or looking down when other raced men are around to keep their race pure.  In Jesus’ day, Jewish women only had sex with men who had circumcised penises to keep their race pure.  Circumcision was forced on White males by Jewish doctors.)  All the addictive substance habits to the White Race that we suffer from today were conditions he learned in the War, under the jurisdiction of the Federal Government.  Where he should have learned to read and write better to compete with smarter Jews, Chinese and Hindus, instead they put him on the front lines of combat, to be nothing more than a potential body bay to advance the rights and causes of Jews and non-Whites as we have done in America for the last 60 years, or even longer, since the “Civil War” destroyed the White Southern Gentleman, and took his rights and gave them to the Black people, who picked a few bud of cotton.

I tearfully and broken-heartedly confess that he commit suicide on Memorial Day for Veteran’s on May 30, 2004.   My sons and I will have to live with these emotional scars and utter shame until our own deaths.  Jewish women don’t have these scars for their husband and sons rarely had to fight and suffer this. They only smile all the way to the Federal Reserve Bank, World Bank, Fort Knox, and their own banks.  I only reveal this to shed light on the these monumental problems facing my declining White race in hopes of helping White men not only men like my husband, but all White men who are in dire need to compete as a strong protective race. All other races have these protective measures in place, including amendments, laws, and police force to enforce them and Jewish lawyers to punish anyone that disobeys them.

(Again, I have to omit parts.)

There was no help for me as a White woman when my husband wandered off with his disabilities and left me penniless.  I’d given my husband 17 years of devotion and treated him like a King.  Yet when I tried to get help in the welfare offices, all I could see was black and brown women and their babies, sometimes ½ breeds collecting all the food stamps, welfare and medical. These non-White women and children were robbing and raping our treasuries, and even taking every red cent out of our piggy banks until now our country is bankrupt, living on Jewish usury and Monopoly fake money, and assuring the survival of their “own” species and not that of the White race.

Even recently when I tried to get help to go to school to improve my English to write this essay, I was turned down for help and mentorship, yet I only made $5,000.00 a year, unable to find and secure work in Las Vegas, where I was not abused, as the last job that I had to leave for fear of my White life.  I was very well below the poverty level, both my White Polish parents never went to school beyond 5th grade, and I was a straight A student despite being too poor to afford a pencil or paper. The Hindu Brown counselor told me, “You’re not the right kind.”  Did he mean, “It’s because you are the “White kind?”  The country was so busy ‘helping’’ other races, they seemed to shoot us down as a White family, just like the Yellow Asians shot my husband down.

After studying and writing over 15,000+ autobiographical pages emailing the media, government, schools and churches, I have come to the clear as crystal conclusion that we are fighting our wars for the Jews in Israel and the Jews in America.  Since I’m seeking brevity, I can tell you that I know, because the Jews settled in my country of Poland in 1096 after every other White European country kicked the Jews out about 50 times, because of their Jewish illegal money practices, unethical credit, dishonesty, and debauchery… and even rape and murder, such as the Jewish Murder, Inc. we had in our country head by the Chief Hoodlum, the Jewish monster, Meyer Lansky, who went unpunished, not talked about, and ignored!  When the Jews took Poland over, they kept my ancestry kin in wars for 900 years, and even made laws in the Catholic Church that if anyone used others besides Jews for their money lending, the White Polish Catholic would be put in the fires of hell forever. This is cruel Jewish manipulation and enslaving the host people with blackmail, not God.

From my studies, the Jewish Zionists in Israel bombed the USS Liberty on June 8, 1967, unmercifully in international waters.  Matter of fact, I’d like to see all those men that were wounded and shed their red blood, be entered into the Purple Heart Hall of Honor at the same time for the date “June 8, 1967.”  The Israeli Zionist Jews bombed the ship whose name “Liberty” surely would have made American people furious and especially “heartfelt”.  If the ship sunk, the Jews would have blamed innocent Egypt since the Jews were at war with them and wanted to get the US in that war in the Mid-east.  The Jews got the White Americans involved in World War II to save “Jews” who were the only ones still reaping benefits until today, and at this rate, probably throughout eternity, if no one puts a stop to it.  We have become terrorized and afraid of Jews, and the Jews made sure they ‘labeled’ us as ‘anti-Semetics,’ when in fact they are ‘anti-Christian.’  Otherwise, Zionist Jewish Israel would not have laws that say only Jews can marry Jews.

The Jews, where 85% of their population and descendents lived in Poland, also manipulated the Americans to get into World War II, by having an agreement for Poles, that if anyone attacked them, England and her allies would attack. A Jew from Poland gave Winston Churchill a $2,000,000 check to cover his alcoholic debts if he would start and continue a non-relenting campaign against Hitler and the Nazis.  The Jews actually declared war on Germany 2 years before World War II started in 1939.  I was so frightened to study the White race’s problems in college recently, that when I decided to find out what Hitler was all about, that the Jewish media made a monster out of, I learned that all he and the White Nazi’s wanted was to ‘save’ the White German male, that was ‘intentionally’ degenerated after World War I.

The Jews were able to buy up Germany for pennies on the dollar because the Germany economy completely collapsed.  It was these money practices that the smart Germans objected to and wanted not to ‘kill’ Jews but to deport them, or put them in ‘work camps’ not ‘death camps.’  The German government’s object in 1939:  to get young White German children to ‘not drink,’ ‘not drug,’  ‘not smoke,’ have mothers breastfeed as I did and not baby formula, and to have babies young, work in gardens, eat vegetables as Hitler was a Vegan, and didn’t smoke, drink, or drug.  To provide healthy nourishment for White babies by breastfeeding as I did.  Our own White President Roosevelt was consuming enormous amounts of dirty martinis a day, and smoking cigarettes.  Churchhill from England was drinking so much beer and champagne it was practically by the buckets, and he was also smoking cigars.  Hitler’s problem was his doctor who was over prescribing medicine to him, such as cocaine into his eyes, and injections that Hitler thought were vitamins.  Before the war, his doctor had all Jewish elite and rich patients, and perhaps was still influenced by them.  Hitler did not go anywhere without his doctor beside him.  So we see that all three leaders involved in World War II, were all under the influence of excessive drinking and drugs, or under the influence of excessive prescription medicines.

If we are to save our White male, surely, we must bring up young boys as the Jews, Chinese, Hindus, that don’t smoke, drink, drug for centuries, without excessive pills and medication and eating massive junk food causing our White men to die much ahead of their time.  Our White male has been ‘plagued’ with these destructive, addictive, yet unnecessary habits.

Since my husband was a US Marine, and father of my White sons, I have the divine right from God to question these things, and to question where we send our White men into war.  It ‘has’ to be the will of God Almighty to save our White male, and not see him destroyed anymore.  I have attended “No More Wars for Israel” conference to seek information and to stop sending our White men as ‘body-bags’ to war.  The “No More Wars for Israel” conference was closed down and we were not allowed to ‘peacefully assemble.’  Doesn’t this sound ‘strange’ in a country that boasts itself as being “free, the land of Liberty and opportunity.”  Free for every non-White, including Jews, and I mean “free,” since they are able to swindle so much of our former White wealth which belongs to our descendents of the founding pilgrims from the Mayflower as my husband was.  Every other race has thoughts, freedoms and rights, except our White rights have been usurped and divided to other races, including Jews, just as Christ’s White expensive garments were divided on Skull Hill after his crucifixion.

My White husband had been discriminated against through Affirmative Action and many other twisted laws to intentionally bring our White race down. There was no mentorship for him, or patience on the job — the company would just fire him depressing him more which forced him to drink, drug, gamble and womanize, and end up verbally and physically abusing me at the end, all the more.   I have read that if we do not ‘save’ the White male this United States of America will be a third world country for it took a unique mentality to create what we have built for 400 years.  It is said that today, White children such as our White grandchild is already a ‘minority’ because non-White children outnumber our own White country. Mike’s only granddaughter’s future looks very bleak indeed, especially to become a successful White wife and mother with dignity and international ‘respect.’  And with the ‘degeneration,’ of our White Race, and lack of having babies, our White race will be pretty well extinct by the year 2109, and those Whites that are left will have no more intelligence than the Pygmy tribe from exactly the same things my White husband suffered from.  My husband felt and saw this.

My husband was ‘not insane.’ There is no help for the White male in this country. I tried to get help for him though and both my medical insurance and our payments will vouch that I did try to help him. When my White son’s father, Michael, was suffering from all of the above side effects of war, I, myself, was collapsing — first with bleeding bowels, and then with depression and sadness.   I went to a Jewish psychiatrist in Chicago and begged him to help me ‘help my husband’.  But, when I confided that to the psychiatrist he told me, “Get rid of him he’s no good.”  WHY WOULD HE TELL ME TO GET RID OF MY HUSBAND, WHEN MY HUSBAND WAS PAYING HIS BILL.  NO WONDER MY HUSBAND COMMIT SUICIDE!   There were people ‘against’ him and that was not ‘paranoia’ that was ‘fact!

The Jewish doctor then came from around the desk and tried to rape me. I fought him off, and, and when I took the prescription he gave me to another doctor, the other doctor said, “This medicine is so strong it could have given you delusions, hallucinations, and made you look crazy.”  Surely had I taken the medicine my husband would have called the doctor and the doctor would have put me away into an insane asylum to cover up the psychiatrist’s illegal raping actions.

(This doctor had raped me in 1967 at University of Illinois hospital when I was 20 & had attempted suicide from my own poverty of growing up poor in family of 15 with no help when Daddy & Mama were white Polish American) slaves for Jews for pennies and never got raises & were mistreated. I didn’t go back into therapy with him, but found a group called “Recovery Inc.” for nervous and depressed patients. I thought I was pregnant for Jewish doctor ejaculated in me during the rape. When I once again made an appointment to see him, it was as if he took off the nice Jewish doctor mask, & I saw the face of the devil. He threatened to put me in insane asylum if I told anyone because he had a Jewish wife and kids and this would ruin him. I never talked until recently, & indeed he, his wife and son are all rich psychiatrists in their own clinic in Florida)

I have issued an Official Complaint to the State of Florida Department of Health relating this story.  They returned it with the words, “the doctor’s behavior was unacceptable but not against their laws.”  UNACCEPTABLE!  MY HUSBAND AND I ARE SUFFERING AND PAYING HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS AN HOUR FOR HELP AND AFTER THE DOCTOR NEGLECTS MY HUSBAND’S SEVERE WAR-RELATED PROBLEMS AND TRIES TO RAPE ME, THE FLORIDA GOVERNMENT TELLS ME THE JEWISH DOCTOR’S BEHAVIOR WAS ‘UNACCEPTABLE, BUT NOT AGAINST THEIR LAWS!”  Had I been able to get professional help for my husband, perhaps we could have nipped my husband’s problems in the bud, and he could still be alive today, sitting by my side, while I tell the world, how much I loved, honored, and respected my Viet Nam Veteran war hero!

Mike received his Purple Heart under very brave circumstances.  My husband fought the Communists who are bent on destroying God, good.  It is said that a Jewish man, Karl Marx, wrote the book about Communism, and the first Communists in Russian government… 325 of 350 were Jews.  A Jewish gang kidnapped the entire Russian Royalty, Czar, Czarina (which is like a King and Queen) their 5 children and spiritual healer. Imprisoned them for a while far away. Then one day Jews said they were going to get them all together for a “picture.” Jews are soooo crafty, and I once read a white man wrote “Consider every single Jew a spy.” These Jews then took our their guns and killed the Russian Christian Royal family with bullets and bayonets, untilt he room was filled with white martyr’s blood on walls, floors, furniture, clothes. And Jews don’t even bat an eye. Just like the Jew that invented the atomic bomb, and only his signature is on the papers that dropped in it World War II.

The Jewish Communists destroyed many of the Christian Churches in White Russia, and over 100 million people!  Not a word of this is mentioned of the Holocaust of Christians, totaling more than 16 times what the Jews lost in World War II, just the Holocaust of the Jews, and even the 6,000,000 Jews killed was lied about by Jewish controlled and dictated media.  The true figure is nearer 300,000.  (I stopped to get accurate figures, and that is what we now need to do to the casualties of the exaggerated Holocaust.  And for God’s sake who is Almighty and the source of our intelligence and source of truth, we need to be able to ‘think’ and ‘debate’ the Holocaust circumstances and numbers.  The Jewish Holocaust needs to be debated for there were no ‘gas ovens’ for humans, just for Jewish lice and parasites on their hair, clothes and shoes, which are in the Holocaust museums of today.  Hopefully, those garments were gassed with poison, otherwise, we can bring an epidemic of Typhus that almost wiped out all of Europe in World War I. Since it was white Polish Christians that were the largest number of victims, the objects in the Holocaust museums and picture are probably of White Christian Polish & not Jews at all.  It would make the Swine Flu of today, look like a sniffle, compared to the deadly consequences of Typhus produced by lice.  The Jewish autobiography of Anne Frank that is published in over 80 languages, reflects only that she was not gassed, but died of a deadly disease called typhus, result of lice from filth.  The book also talks about her perverted and ‘lesbian’ tendencies.  Does anyone talk about the heterosexuality of Eleanor Roosevelt?  Then it “hates” the White heterosexuality of our women and ‘promotes’ Jewish lesbianism, such as our current Jewish feminist movement, headed by Gloria Steinem.

Hitler tried to prevent the destruction of all of Europe by the institution of gas chambers only to disinfect clothes and shoes filled with dirty lice, and not people.  My Polish Mama used to work for Jewish women, and Mama would bring used clothes from them, and my large family of 15 also contracted lice from the Jewish leftover rags they gave us.

Moreover, it was my own White Polish Christian people that both German Hitler and Russian Stalin, (with his Jewish female harem) wanted to exterminate.  Matter of fact, during the war, Stalin killed 20,000 White Christian Poles and in their place put all Jews into offices of power, making plenty of money.  Does that sound like a suffering Jew of World War II?  Also, most people killed in the so called Holocaust were my Polish people and ‘not’ Jews, yet the Jews have so much money and power, that we have been brainwashed into believing their war stories, although many of them were disputed at the Nuremberg trials.  It was ‘this’ devilish entity my US Marine husband was facing on the very front lines of Viet Nam in the jungles, eating river rat and snakes with the neighboring Viet Namese people.  No wonder he got ‘hookworm’ and constant diarrhea, where he lost 40 pounds in less than a year.  Yet the Jews are the only ones that have a Holocaust Museum exclusively advertised and propagandized for “Jewish” rights. There is no museum for these 100 million Christians murdered by Jewish tribunals of Communists.  Where is Polish Holocaust museum for my White Christian Polish relatives who suffered in greater degree than Jews.  My Polish people were intentionally kept behind the Iron Curtain, so that no one could question World War II.  But no one utters a word, therefore someone has to be brave enough to do so as I am doing now.

The Jewish led Communists of Russia rounded up 20,000 of my White ancestor’s of Christian Poland’s finest, smartest, most handsome, most intelligent, even spiritual and religious priests and bishops, and slaughtered them with one bullet to the back of the head and then buried these white men alive in a pit if the bullet didn’t kill them. No one did that to Jews. Most Jews didn’t die from Germany and Poland but emigrated around Europe and USA. They took different names in Europe, so some might appear dead. Most of the Jews’ death came from starvation for it was us, the Allieds, that bombed the roads and rails so the Germans couldn’t get food for themselves, let alone the Jews in the “work” camps, not “death camps.”

My husband was brave enough to fight the Communist enemy (he said we were fighting yellow Communist Chinese… not… Vietnamese.  My White husband collapsed under the pressure, as it seems our former White nation, culture, and heritage is collapsing today as it melts into a Third World country of non-Whites that cannot compete with the Supremacy of the Brown Jews, Yellow Chinese, and Red-Brown Hindus of India. The Jews of Israel are not descendants of David, but are rambling Turks who had to convert to Judaism to get citizenship in a European country.

In the heat of the war, during the night, the yellow-raced Viet Cong Communists over ran the US Marines.  My husband said, “We had already killed off the entire Viet Namese population… the men we were then fighting were Chinese.  With an over-population of 1.3 billion where they throw their Yellow girl babies in the street to die, I believe the Chinese would want to deplete their population through war, especially with the ratio of 7 yellow men to 1 yellow women, they have an immediate need to curb the male population. What better way than war?  Is ‘this’ what Christians believe?

The Chinese ‘won’ the Viet Nam war; we Whites lost.  It was obvious when right after the war, President Nixon went to China to sign papers…. they were surrender papers, and are we now Chinese slaves. The yellow Chinese is now a Superpower as anyone could tell watching the last Olympics, with an overwhelming rich economy from the manufacturing we sent there, and giving them for ‘free’ all of our business patents, secrets, and methods as the Quality Movement to make them superior and supreme over us Whites.  The White race and our White economy is now collapsing in America.  Only no one ‘dare’ say the word ‘White’ or point the finger of blame and guilt on a Jewish Zionists.  The Jews are ‘not’ White, and the Bible will prove that.  I was always led to believe there were “Capitalists, Communists, and but now the deadliest invisible threat to us is the…. Jewish Zionists!”  Have you ever heard that?  Why not?  Because we have been White-silenced, White-dumbed down, and nearly White genocided.  (Genocide is a wood meaning the killing off of an entire race and nationality of people, and the Jews invented that word, for the Jews are behind it, financing it, and making tons of phony money doing it.)

Well, to get to the actual wounds the yellow-raced people inflicted on my husband in war, will take us back to 1968, where Mike was fighting in Viet Nam on the front lines.  His uncle gave Mike the White Proud Marine a holy picture with a metalized backing as used in olden days.  Mike kept it in his front pocket of his utility belt or jacket as a symbol of his uncle’s words, “You never know when you are going to need God in the foxholes!”  And it proved that that metalized holy picture saved not only my husband’s life, but his reproductive testicle, because a bullet or shrapnel from the Yellow race shattered his other testicle, but the metalized-backed holy picture saved his penis and other reproductive testicle!

Just to keep the record straight, Mike and his Daddy, Mr. D., both told me that the metalized holy picture was like a metal armor plate over Mike’s groin area and saved Michael’s testicles and penis when the shrapnel bounced off it.  I was also under the impression that he lost one testicle and he admits to that on the medical papers I received from the Veteran’s office.  The evidence shows only the wound of the left hand, but my husband claims the wound was also to his groin.  I do not attempt to spread lies, or fabrications, as our history from now on should be as accurate as possible. And with the inventions of computers and the internet, we can start to re-write history, as well as write the future history of the White race. (as a note I have since found this “Metalized” holy picture and bought it from ebay. It indeed came from when the (Jewish led Communists) of Lithuania were slaughtering the white Christians and starving them to death. The Whites had to go underground with their religion, and to protect their lives. They would make some of these metalized holy pictures from scrap and very little paint for they had no $$. It’s sitting here before me now. A picture of Jesus as the Good Shepherd, with a flock of white sheep he is bringing thru a wooden door. May he protect and guide us in God’s loving care, for Whites have served God for 2000 years, thru Christianity, and we now face genocide according to a report by Terry Graham which is sitting on the United Nations’ desk for 14 years. But then I heard 1200 of the 1800 at the UN are Jews, married to Jews, etc.

From the medical papers he left Viet Nam wounded and with the following:

  1. Wound, missile, left hand Not due to own misconduct.
  2. Tinea Cruris. Not due to own misconduct.
  3. Impairment of hearing. Not due to own misconduct
  4. Otitis Media, left ear, organism unknown
  5. Otitis Externa, organism unknown. Not due to own misconduct.
  6. Infection, Giardia. Not due to own misconduct.
  7. Hookworm. Not due to own misconduct.
  8. Pharygitius, acute. Not due to own misconduct.
  9. Lymphadenitis, right neck. Not due to own misconduct.
  10. Psychophysiologic reaction manifested by multiple gastrointestinal complaint.  Not due to own misconduct.

(As I re-read this now, he had superb conduct in military as US Marine, got medals, Purple Heart for shedding his white blood, and on his DD214 it reads he got the “Good Conduct” Medal, not “misconduct.” Since I have changed history in many regards with these writings, etc, his death is no longer White suicide (all 200,000 suicides from Viet Nam were White men, no Jews, blacks, browns, reds, yellows!)

I read also that the hookworm infestation in Viet Nam jungles was so bad that he had diarrhea constantly and lost 40 pounds while fighting the war, probably even took weak to carry his machine gun and spot the Yellow enemy who were used to these jungles and their parasites.

As you can see, my husband lived an exemplary life during the war, with the words “not due to own misconduct.” But what about the war-mongers of today. Is their “conduct” keeping our White men in wars for another 900 years, from Poland, and now through the United States of America, once the home of the White Race?

Michael was taught in the Presbyterian Sunday School, and although he stopped going to church officially, he would preach on a soap box before he went into the Marines in Chicago on Rush Street wanting to “Save Souls,” in his own individual way.  His nick name was Mike “the Deacon” Duncan. He may have done it for fun, but perhaps God was protecting him for spreading His word in his own individual manner.

How did Mike change after the war?  He abandoned religion for all practical purposes. And, if it wasn’t bad enough that he contracted all those bad habits and diseases, his girlfriend end up cheating with his Jewish boyfriend, and they sent him a Dear John letter in Viet Nam, shattering his sexual libido. This Jewish male friend was ‘privileged’ and ‘loved’ and didn’t have to go to war; he just had a gravy, easy office job, which enabled him to become a rich, successful entrepreneur.  My husband and our family had to live in the poorest White suburb near Chicago—the poorest White suburb in the entire state of Illinois—a suburb which made it easy for Veteran’s to get V.A. loans. Today’s non-White, even criminal illegal minorities were getting mansions to live in for free in white neighborhoods who were fleeing because of Jewish blockbusting, bringing in blacks and browns drugged up who would then commit horrible crimes against whites who would sell their homes for nothing and buy homes in suburbs for high prices.

When a friend was in rehab because all the bad effects of war rubbed off on him, his counselor said, “There is a deliberate attempt in America to bring down the cream of the crop.  Look around the ward, all these kids (15-18) are the best —  Straight A students, spiritual Sunday school students, hard working paper boys, little league players.  The drug dealers reason that if they get the ‘best’ (White) addicted the rest will follow not only giving them an unlimited supply of drug money, but will also bring down our country. (especially our White race. In the rehabilitation ward were all White young teens.)

Mike’s ancestry on his father’s side went all the way back to the original successful passenger ship to colonize America, the Mayflower, with the boat passenger name “Stephen Hopkins.”  There is a recent book written by Caleb Johnson, “Here Shall I Die Ashore,” which was written about my husband’s Mayflower ancestor, describing Hopkins as a “Bermuda Castaway, Jamestown Survivor, and Mayflower pilgrim.”

In reading that book, I was astounded and shocked to read that the Red Indians were not the poor victims history books made them out to be, but were savages, brutally attacking the White men.  There is a statement where Red Indian women killed the White people, burned them and dismembered the first White settlers of the ship prior to the Mayflower.  Almost all of the first White settlers died or were murdered by the Red-raced Indian savages. It was the red Indian women who would chop up and boil the first White men and women “before” the Mayflower Ship came. All except for 4, and one of those the White man, Henry Collins, who was so deranged from hunger and starvation, he killed his pregnant wife, and ate her and their unborn White child.  He was later executed by the government of the next ship, the Mayflower, for trying to stay alive by resorting to that.  It seems that when the new people arrived, stringent laws were put into effect.  There had to be stringent laws. One of the first severe restrictions was that there was to be no more socializing with the Red Indians, only professional trading relationships with them.  The Red Indians were taking up too much time of the White settlers, and the White survival was more apparent than ever.  Red Indians were not an important means for White survival, but a deterrent.  Stern rules were put into effect, and the White men were beaten or executed if they so much as stole a grain of corn from their neighbor. White men were to beat their wives if they didn’t behave, and White women to beat their White sons if they broke the rules. But the women and children were ‘not’ treated as harshly as the White men.  It is the White men that were taking the beatings and executing.  So the Blacks have nothing to complain about having been beaten as slaves.  And when I write my own autobiography within the 25000 pages of written emails, blog, journal writing you will see the blacks and browns were treated like queens and kings compared to how Jews treated us White Christian Polish slaves for 900 years in Poland, and 100 years for me, my parents, and ancestry.

It is the same today for White men, who are abused through addictions, and who can blame them for turning to drugs with all the laws and people “hating and against” them and not “loving and for” them.  Women are “loved” and have the Jewish Feminist movement backing them up for survival, and it appears the ‘only suffering minority’ is the White male.

It seemed that the first group of pioneers were drinkers of beer and drank as much as 16 glasses a day, even the children!  It was healthier to transport alcohol than to drink contaminated water or no water.  My husband never had a chance of overcoming his drinking addiction as he was hard-wired from his ancestry to drink too much. (see Mike the White Marine’s Death Certificate.) I have studied that all throughout Europe as many as 85% of the Jews living in a given country were involved in liquor sales to the Whites, wine sales, vodka and other spirits driving the Whites not only to drunkenness but severe indebtedness owing their lives to the Jews.  The Jews intentionally kept themselves sober, in order to think clearly about the abuse and sales they were imposing on the White people.

Isn’t it truly heartbreaking and mortifying that a descendent whose White ancestors colonized this country for 400 years, “built this country” shed their blood and their lives as my husband did, would take his own life?  My husband was kicked out homeless 3 times by the Veteran’s Hospital on the streets of Chicago. Why? The Veteran’s Hospital, called Hines, had to make room for the blacks who made up 80% of the patients, even though that many blacks did not fight in wars? At the same time, Obama our President, according to Wikipedia, was helping all the ‘Blacks’ in black neighborhoods through his community action programs.  Even Mayor Daley of Chicago was helping the Mexicans, many illegals, giving them work, schooling, homes, money, medicine, and food, so the Brown Mexicans could re-build his city, for Chicago now has more Brown Mexicans than any other city, except for Los Angeles and Mexico City.  Now that the city of Chicago is rebuilt, what are they going to do with the brown Mexicans?  Welfare from White money? The Jews not only “have” loopholes for their tax dollars, they “invent” the tax laws to “favor Jews.” If there are any instances of this, this proves the rule. And as for Michelle Obama, his black wife, whose uncle is the top Jewish rabbi in the United States? I grew up on Euclid Avenue, and so did she. Look at my misery, sorry, agony, poverty, and how she was raised in USA with a gold spoon in her mouth. Just because she is black. It’s the same in karaoke. If a black person just gets on stage, no costume, no music playing, the white crowd and other races go into orgasm, screaming, applauding, whistling. I’ve sewed and designed 246 costumes for karaoke with my few pennies, yet people don’t treat me like that. Is that a hate crime against me?

There was no help for my husband in Chicago.  He wanted to work. He didn’t want hand outs.  My White husband wasn’t lazy, but very industrious.

He was shunned for jobs, fired by employers, and deprived especially ‘mentorship and guidance and organizations’ which the other races have readily and amply available to them.  Again…”extreme” discrimination of Whites. Dr. Duke wrote the book, “My Awakening,” which one can listen to for free on his website davidduke.com.  I had that same awakening through my desperate search in my own journal writing of over 15,000 email pages.  I didn’t have to read it, I figured it out from my own head and intelligence, just as I write now.  But he has crusaded as a White man, House of Representatives, Louisiana, 45 years. He only started to study White Race for his teacher in high school chose him for debate and he was given the side of the KKK. His study showed that the Whites were denied their rights, after Civil War, and when the Jews came into the South, the treatment against was so bad against the White victims, maimed, de-limbed, dying, that what the Jews did was worse than even what the war did. Jews funded both sides. A Jew from Poland had $25,000,000.00 in 1776 he got from using us Poles as slaves and profiting, that he loaned it to George Washington to make sure he kept “fighting.” We broke loose from the King of England, but now are slaves for Jews. We fought because of paying white taxes to white King George, but now White taxes as well as White tuition have to pay for us, our kin, and the Jews, yellows, blacks, browns, reds, etc.

Recently, in November of 2008, I attended a European American Conference for White Civil Rights given by Dr. David Duke, former Louisiana House of Representative. The Conference was shut down first by Blacks who objected to White Nationalists to be at the hotel they were having Black church services in.  One would have common sense and think that since the Whites have done so much for the Black race in this country for hundreds of years, that they would be helpful to the extremes to return the favors.  I mean, think of what the Whites did, giving the Blacks homes instead of living in the jungle wild cannibalizing, having their African black mothers beat them to a pulp for the men were lazy and just wanted to play, Whites giving Blacks food, clothing, medical, education, easy work of picking a few cotton buds, plenty of mentorship, and Christian education from great White Sunday School teachers to wean them from tendencies of cannibalism and hatred.  The Whites more than lovingly took Blacks into the home to baby sit White children.  Even Dr. Duke’s mother had a Black nanny to help raise young David.  And now when the Whites try to peacefully assemble these Black descendents shut down a peaceful European American Conference to not only celebrate out heritage, but try to figure out how to overcome our White problems, such as my husband’s desire to leave America for good through suicide.  When the conference managers tried to transfer the conference to private farm property, the officials of Memphis, Tennessee, declared a “State of Emergency,” and again would not let Whites assemble peacefully.  You wonder why my husband was driven to the extreme state of White Suicide, with his last words:  “There is no help for the White male.”

My White husband would be mortified had he lived to see rejected and prophesied as ‘extinct’ his White wife and mother of his White sons that are the ‘White heirs’ and ‘White descendants’ of the first White people from Europe, the Mayflower ancestors.

Mike Duncan voted for George Wallace for President in 1968, who put the concerns of his White race and the State of Georgia over the Federal Government, which the Constitution requires.  In our Constitution, it is the “States” and the “People,” who have the rights, and not the other way around with the Federal government calling all the shots.  George Wallace was the former governor of the State of Alabama and wanted to prevent the segregation of the races in our schools.  George Wallace was claiming State Sovereignty in the 1950’s, and now in 2009, we have states start to petition for State Sovereignty again over Federal Rights.  It is all Constitutional and we have gotten far away from the original content and intentions of our White forefathers.  I believe the 1960’s were a Communist takeover of our government into programs aimed to give the Jews control of our White race, the USA, the world, and to give White America away for free to the non-Whites.  For the State of Tennessee to deny Whites from peacefully assembling to ‘help’ one another, is a pitiful state of the union, and hopefully this Black President, Obama, with his top aid, the Jewish Raum Emmanuel, whose father was a Jewish Israeli murderer, terrorist and bomber, will now have ‘pity’ on the White man, as White men had pity on the Blacks, giving the Blacks jobs, giving the Blacks money, giving the Blacks free education, giving the Blacks discounted mortgages with no collateral.  Now it is time to reverse that: give the Whites jobs at the highest level, give Whites money to advance and save our Race, give Whites “free” education to compete globally, give the Whites discounted mortgages so we Whites can again afford to provide good homes for our children, without working ourselves to death. And give those homes without good credit or collateral.  These ideas might then save the White man and his family, and perhaps could have prevented my husband’s White suicide.

Also the White man was more than generous allowing immigration of Jews even though our ancestors warned us against them.  The White man gave the Jews citizenship, opportunity, grants, and even excused their horrible crimes against the Whites.  The word “Hebrew” means “bandit,” and it seems as if the Jews stole control over America. They did the same in 1096 when Jews found a permanent home in Poland.  It is why the Jewish organizations such as the Southern Poverty Law Center, and the Anti-Defamation League of B’Nai Brith, both Jewish Zionists, back the new S909, Hate Crimes Bill.  Now that the Jews have taken away all the Civil Rights of White males, they want to take away the White man’s right to save themselves, their wives, children and descendents, by denying them not only ‘freedom of speech,’ but freedom to ’think.’  The Jewish Zionists then label that “hate.”

Michael Savage, the Jew, wrote the book, “The Death of the White Male,” in 1991, and refers to examples as far back as 1977, and it’s been downhill for the White male, including my husband, even before that.  Howbeit that there was money for the brown Mexicans and Blacks Africans to get $300,000.00 homes, medical, food, fun, yet my husband couldn’t even get a room at the YMCA during the end of his life with his extreme suffering .  Couldn’t the Jews have given my husband a tent in the cold freezing winters of Chicago in 2004, while Obama was “helping” the blacks as a Community Organizer, who organized the blacks to vote for him and his sidekick Raum Emmanuel now the Mayor of Chicago, replacing Irish White American, Richard Daley, Jr. My White War Hero was “homeless,” and “hated.”  Hate crimes hurled at him constantly, but everyone was so busy thinking about poor Jews, (richest people in world) blacks, (who have 80% of all Chicago post office good paying government jobs, even though they only make up 10% of population.( Speaking of Browns getting all this free medical help, when my White War Hero, US Marine-husband wanted medical help, he had to desperately go fall in a busy Joliet city-street and play dead. Then when a motorist would stop after practically running over his body blocking the street, the motorist would call the police. If the “citizen” called the police, only then could the police take my husband to the hospital for help, and would then transfer him to the Veteran’s Hospital. Pretty depressed, degenerated and desperate I would say!  He was nothing more than “road kill” for Jews think of us as animals anyway, so how much Whites suffer from their fear and terror, is a joke to them.  Does anyone blame him for not wanting to live?  How much he must have hurt, how much agony he must have suffered to have to be that extreme just to get medical attention.  I knew him as a “Proud, just and good man,” just like the US Marines’ commercial:  A FEW GOOD MEN.  Yes, I can personally attest that my husband was one of the “few good men” in our country, and it seems there is no place in our country for “good White men.”

Mike’s ancestry on his mother’s side is a case of interest and intrigue.  Mike’s cousin, Diane, told me an interesting story that was thoroughly researched.  According to records, Mike’s White grandmother was a fairytale-like princess living in a White Lithuanian castle, complete with precious jewels, gowns, gold and silver, and an estate. She gave up the idea of marrying royalty and instead married a commoner, who was a starving but talented artist.  It was long after the honeymoon that the new commoner husband revealed his degenerative gambling habit.  And, once, he was gambling heavy and the stakes so high that he had to put the castle and estate up for ante.  He lost and gambled away his wife’s entire fortune.  Desperate, they sought to make arrangements to live on the estate in a shack as maid and butler for the winner.

The winner agreed, and the couple went from White royalty to White slaves in a matter of minutes.  When I was studying about the Jewish question in Bavarian White European history, the internet listed the years and reasons that the Jews were kicked out of Bavaria. One of the reasons for their deportation was the following sentence: (White) Bavarians were “not” to gamble with Jews.  It was obvious that the Jews were trying to live off their host country through devious gambling means just as the episode above.

Well, as the formerly White royal couple created their family of two boys, they were stunned when the Russian army came during the night to ‘steal’ the oldest son for their army and war.   The parents knew that from common knowledge, most of these boys were never seen again.  So, in order to protect the second son from this doom and gloom, the rest of the family escaped Lithuania and emigrated to America around the turn of the century.  They settled in Edgewood, Illinois, and purchased 80 acres of farmland and went from White royalty to White slaves to White farmers.

They had 4 more girls, and Mike’s mother was one of them.  Her name was Bernice Wisen.  They shortened the last name as many Lithuanian and Polish immigrants did that had excessively long names to adapt to America.  They not only learned English ‘on their own,’ with their own funds, but tried their hardest not to be a burden and straining the society they were going to live in.

Although I don’t know much about Bernice, my husband’s mother, I heard one story where she was having problems at the farm school.  The other kids were making fun of her being a “dumb Polak,” or something of that nature.  A “Polak” is considered a dumb White Nigger, it is that insulting.  No one would call a Jew a Kike, or a Black a Nigger, or a Brown a Spic. No one would call a Yellow Chinese a Chink, or a Jap.  Yet, White Poles who have had so many babies, (my Grandma and Grandpa with their 14 children can account for 892 alone,) and Poles are considered the 2nd smartest race in White Europe, we are still called discriminating words and no one cares.  They only care about discrimination against non-White raced peoples, their rights and feelings, and above all their pocketbooks and future.  No one is paying White Poles “restitution” and given them special “love” and treatment instead of the “hate” perpetrated against Poles and their kin.  I was “hated” for being Polish.  Mike’s mother was “hated” for being Polish-Lithuanian.

Mike’s mother though was tough and instead of just ‘taking’ the constant bullying, about being a “dumb Polak” she belted whoever said it, and they finally left her alone to try to study and achieve and not suffer from inferiority complexes from just coming from Polish Lithuania.

No White today is ‘belting’ anyone for the intentional dumbing down of the White race, bankrupting us, like the Jewish Goldman Sachs, Jewish Ben Shalome Bernancke of Federal Reserve which is “not’ a government bank but a Jewish laundering center for White taxes since they defrauded us on Christmas Eve no less, intercepting our White tax dollars..

Bernice Wisen Duncan was a beautiful blonde, and it was said she was sending her pictures to Hollywood to become an actress when she met Malcolm Duncan.  She left the farm for “city life,” in Chicago.  She married Malcolm.

But even as a blonde White woman, she was reduced to a “dumb blonde,” as if to intentionally dumb down the highest of our White race and the blonde Aryan offspring! And to always elevate the Jewess who is called the “Princess on a Pedestal.”

Malcolm and Berniece liked the good times and the party life.  Berniece was said to be the “life of the party,” dancing on tables in Chicago, and Mike’s Daddy was noted for his great dancing and just lighting up the room when he arrived.  Everyone loved him.

She conceived my husband in 1944 right before the end of the war.  Mr. Duncan didn’t have to go in the war, because he was ran over by a locomotive train near Cicero, Illinois, a suburb noted for being a lily White-raced suburb.  Cicero had a correct attitude toward White racial purity and a “politically correct” attitude to segregate or race-break.  As Europe was White pure 1,000 years… as Yellow China is today…. Israel with the Brownish Jews having a pure-raced country, by Jewish Zionist law and edict, the Dark Brownish Hindus in India having their homogenous country.  Today, there are hardly any Whites left in Cicero, Illinois, most Whites have fled in abject fear and terror.

Yes our Whites are terrorized on our own American soil.

Unpredictably, it was very unusual for it appears that Mike and I were destined from birth for each other.  My Daddy, Joe Nowak, and his Daddy, Malcolm Duncan, worked together at a printing company.  His dad was the chauffeur and gambling bookie for horses and sports games at McGill Weinsheimer which became Fawcett Book publishing in Lincolnwood, Illinois.  Daddy worked for the Jews for over 40 years. The Jewish owners only paid him minimum wage his whole life until he died.  For the Jews wouldn’t a give a raise to my Polish daddy and my mama of 12 White children.  Daddy was called “the man with the golden hands,” and could do plumbing, carpentry, painting, electrical, maintenance, gardening, etc. and all with a smile.  As Mrs. Michael Duncan, I am proud to say that my Daddy worked for a man earlier in life, named Fr. Nelson Baker, who is going to be canonized as a saint, and our sons have excellent breeding and European heritage.

Fr. Nelson Baker, a kindly Catholic priest, took over a home for boys, mostly rescuing wayward Whites around 1900. He ‘saved’ these White boys from broken homes, as he saved my White Daddy from his wicked step-mother who beat Daddy and his siblings with a black rubber hose and abused them terribly.  Daddy ran away to be with Fr. Baker and his home for boys who probably saved my Daddy’s White life.  Fr. Baker’s Home for Boys taught the young males to work hard and to work with a smile.  He taught them to be self-sufficient so they learned how to be devout and spiritually minded, to cook and clean, to study hard, play lively, energetic sports, to work on gas pipes and electrical, to be carpenters and painters, gardeners, and especially to be patriotic.  These were all qualities that ‘built’ up a White boy, not to ‘break down’ a White boy, as my White husband was broken down in our country, in the Viet Nam war and after the war where Jewish led protest rallies by Abbey Hoffman made fools out of returning Veteran’s.  Why aren’t the Jewish Abbey Hoffman’s of today protesting Middle East wars, instead they are shutting them down? Could it be that our wars of today are against 10,000 year old neighbors that the Jews hate and want revenge?  Is that our White business?

Legend has it that another spectacular thing happened through Fr. Baker’s work and prayers.  He realized that in Lackawanna, New York, near Buffalo and the beautifully colored lights streaming Niagra Falls cascading waters, many White women were murdering their White babies as a form of abortion by drowning them at birth in the Buffalo to River, when they were too poor to afford them.  Fr. Baker discovered the dead white baby bones when the river was dredged.  Horrified he turned to prayer and the result was that he started a system to save those helpless babies through printed flyers which the boys distributed in the area. He then put a basket in front of the orphanage just to collect those unwanted (mostly White) babies and found them good homes.  He even built barracks for the unwed mothers who had no money and no place to go, so that they would have a place to live.  He, along with the Sisters of St. Joseph, then went on to build a hospital for caring for the sick and a school for the local children.

Well, this must have brought about my Daddy’s love and my exceptional love and concern for White babies. Even my brother, is a Pro-Lifer against abortion.

Daddy and Mama had 12.  Mama not only had the all those children, but breastfed each for 2 years, took care of her Daddy a Polish Russian General and worked in the hot laundry steaming and pressing and scrubbing rich Jewish women’s clothes at the Comet Laundry in South Chicago.  In ancestry, it is said that the ‘hot laundry’ with no air-conditioning at mid-century, was the ‘worse’ place to work for European Immigrants.  My Polish Daddy and Mama never complained at their hard lot in life, but it must have been hard to see the Jews advancing to the top of every field, just as they did in Poland for 900 years, eventually replacing the Polish in all avenues of power and money.  While the Jews in Poland embraced wealth and riches, the White Catholics were convinced to embrace children, (to make more White Polish slaves) and poverty.  Mama birthed me in Chicago, the same South Chicago where Obama the black president was the community organizer for black people after the neighborhood turned black. Also, his Wife, Michelle, who was not oppressed, grew up just a while from where I lived and suffered and “was oppressed” in this country.  Obama would seem to be a Black racist since his record of accomplishments in Wikipedia were in Black neighborhoods for Black people and 95% of the Black people voting voted him solely based on the color of his Black skin.

My White Mama and White Daddy were Polish White slaves like this world has never seen slavery!  Mama and Daddy worked their fingers to the bone.  No one gave them a nice house, like Blacks got from their employers.  The White slave owners of the South were ‘extremely’ kind to them, giving them food, medicine, clothing, and picking cotton really wasn’t that hard.  Our ancestors were told to bring extra labor from White Europe, but the Jews outsmarted the Whites and talked the owners into ‘cheap’ Black labor.  The “Jews,” were responsible for bringing in shiploads of the Black Slaves, and not Whites.  Jews had been doing this for over five thousand years, if not more.  Jews were international traders from long ago. Just as Louis Farakhan, black preacher, who teaches Muslim Black Separatists, and if you watch youtube you can see him preach against the Jews who enslaved his black men in basketball, entertainment, drugs, etc.

Matter of fact, it is said that it really wasn’t ‘cheap’ after all to bring in Black Slaves, because after paying all the above expenses, there was very little profit, and not the booming windfall of profits the Jews promised.  But then the Jews still do business like that today.

The African mothers ‘beat’ their sons and husbands, just as my Polish Mama ‘beat’ my White Polish Daddy for Polish were the ‘slaves’ of Jews and Europe for 900 years.  It is why the borders will never close between America and Mexico…. The Jews cannot live without cheap slaves to make their trillions, even though the White tax dollars have to pick up the benefit packages for the Mexicans.  Sometimes, I feel that my very White Polish skin, heritage, and culture has been a curse worse than death.  And Mike felt the same way when he started to be overwhelmed with the symptoms and the effects of war.

Coincidentally, or perhaps divinely authorized, I was betrothed to Michael the White Marine, on the day of my birth.  Daddy worked with my future husband’s father, Malcolm.  That day, Malcolm Duncan drove my Daddy to work, as we were too poor to afford a car, and the 4 hour round trip to work, was tiring for my Daddy of 12 children.  Daddy went to give Mr. Duncan a cigar to celebrate my birth.  Mike’s father said, “Joe, I have a son, Michael, that is 3 years old…. Why don’t we betroth them to each other and get them married.”  They had a ‘laugh’ about it, because we don’t follow that custom in this country.  And even though Mike and I never met, and our Daddy’s didn’t see each other for the next 20 years, we were destined to meet.

Michael’s and my path crossed accidentally at the Combat Lounge, as the Holiday lounge was called, which always erupted in race riots in the mixing neighborhood of South Chicago.

Rich Jews living in the South Shore and South Chicago area were “block-busting,” the neighborhood Mike and I dwelled in before we married.  Mama and I being Polish good housecleaners have often cleaned houses for Jews, and Mama said, “Jews are dirtiest, filthiest people live and when they start to block-bust a neighborhood, Jews are so filthy that no one will live after them, except new and desperate Blacks and Mexicans.  It’s how the USA created all these gang related ghettos.  Jews are the slum landlords of America as in the Warsaw Ghetto in Poland. They collect their money from these people who either get it from welfare from the government, or from being drug lords and drug dealers and robbing the White people and keeping them terrorized. It’s the constant Jewish game for 1000 years: keep whites terrorized, confused, and especially get them to “feel sorry” for any cause and one can wrap the White man, woman and children around their little finger and get us to do anything, even suffer the fear, pain, agony, terror or war. It’s said Jews fund “both” sides in war, just to keep us “hating one another.” It is called simply: Divide and conquer, and Whites were divided into 41,000 Christian denominations, and conquered by separating White males and females into a World War III (for rich Jewish lawyers’ profits), as well as alienating our own children from us.

In my grammar school of St. Mary Magdalene Polish Catholic Grammar School, we Polish paid for our way, no matter how poor, or we failed.  There was no “help” for us poor White Polish-Americans.  Then after the Jewish block-busting, where the Jews moved other races into White neighborhoods, the Jews made a windfall of money pushing the Whites into fear because of the violence.  When the school turned from White to colored, the Catholic Church just handed out grants and free aid to the colored and the church had to close the school doors and go bankrupt.  But as I learned this is the land of the “free” only not “free” for Whites, for we have to had to pay and pay dearly, as my dead husband did.

The Blacks and Mexicans would rape and murder Whites and introduce many deadly drugs into these formerly relatively crime-free neighborhoods.   Our young White Polish girls were mixing with Mexicans and taking drugs like marijuana, booze, such as Ripple Wine and Kool-Aid and Muscatel, and the deadly sniffing airplane glue with polystyrene called ‘toking’ glue, which can kill.  Eventually, the St. Mary Magdalene’s Polish Catholic Grammar School went bankrupt, never to recover!  If the White men like my husband were starting drugs in this neighborhood, the Mexicans and Blacks and international Jew drug traitors brought them in just as the Carpetbagger Jews pedaled and sold Cocaine into the South as early as 1904.  Jews are good at selling.

Blacks and Brown Mexicans were starting to declare their territory by graffiti, gang warfare, and violence against White men in the neighborhood of South Chicago where Mike and I were from.  I had seen several White men prosecuted or punished such as a White Hungarian policeman who broke up a fight in a lounge, and the Blacks cried and scared White America silly with “discrimination” and got him fired.  During this time, my White brother John, was kicked in the groin by a Black man, and injured him mentally and physically for life and got my brother fired, and cried and scared White America to death with, “Black discrimination.”  Yet the injury to my brother was HATRED AGAINST WHITES — ‘White discrimination,’ but no one believed him.  The Black thug and criminal damaged my White brother with that savage kick in his penis, so that my brother started to pee in his pants involuntarily.  Mentally, it destroyed him, since he was a former seminary student who wanted to become a priest, and was attending DePaul University to become a social worker to ‘help’ less fortunate Blacks and Mexicans, and this is what the Black race did to him.  The Blacks kicked my White brother in the extremely sensitive groin and harmed his penis, just as the Yellows shot a bullet or missile aimed right on my White husband’s sensitive groin area also. These are “hate” crimes against Whites… do you start to see it yet?

The Jews spearheaded Civil Rights Movement.  It was then that White Civil Rights were lost, never to be regained again, and hopefully this writing will help enlighten the cause my husband fought unjust aggressors for.  What did the Purple Heart mean for my White husband?  Shouldn’t it have been to secure a free and safe place for his White wife, sons and granddaughter, as our White forefathers protected us years ago!

Anyway, Mike was Scottish, “Duncan” being his last name, and that White European ethnicity are noted for being very thrifty.  So thrifty that he never took me out to dinner, a movie, or a real date, except to the zoo once.  He drove a Dodge Charger similar to the car on the Dukes of Hazzard TV Show.  His favorite pastime when I met him was to just drive his Dodge Charger and cruise the neighborhood.  He also liked to watch TV programs about animals.  He bought a Boxer dog, but it was a nut-case of a dog, in that it couldn’t be left alone.  The dog would jump out of the second story window if nobody were there with it, and land on the ground safely.  So he would bring it along on our dates.  Once, the crazy big dog jumped on Mike when he was driving and it crashed a nearby car.  That was the end of his dogs, until we got married and became breeders of pedigreed German Shepherds.  I then realized it must be right for Whites to stay race pure, as it is for dogs, who are supposedly lesser creatures but have more rights. Even in Polish Jewish Israel, Jews demand a pure race and Jews cannot marry anyone else except a Jew raced person. That’s because Jews have been breeding with the highest of the Whites if they bred outside their race. Even into Royalty in my Poland.

One of our “free” dates was a party where I got to meet his friends.  I was very shy, because coming from a poor White Polish family no one wanted to befriend me, and never attended parties.  It is still like that today.  My social skills are very few, since I had to spend my entire life working or studying. There was no time for fun, or there were few that wanted to befriend me. When I did have a friend when I was younger, my girlfriend said I was the ‘best girlfriend’ she ever had, because she got along so well with me.  It’s why Mike was so special to me.  He really enjoyed being my friend.  And I was truly fascinated by him.

It was more than that.  Hadn’t Mike the White Marine married me, I’d not have survived as well as I have today, because I doubt any other man with any decency would have married me.

For you see, when I was born, even though we were a large White family of 15, we were poor but happy. Daddy worked for Jews his entire life but they never paid him more than minimum wage, which was $.43 when I was born.  And then something strange happened.  Mama and Daddy turned on each other.  Even the doctor that heads the Physicians against nuclear war stated that the worse pain one can endure is “poverty.”  Yet, the only poverty and suffering that this country has worried about was not “White” poverty, but Jewish suffering from the Holocaust, which is constantly drummed into us like a drum beat, and the poverty of the poor Blacks or Browns, and those sad faces on TV asking us to support them. No one offered me even a ‘crumb’ when I was growing up. If I wanted something, such as even food, I had to work for it, as far back as the age of 6 I was babysitting, cleaning house, and pulling weeds just to make $.10.  Now that isn’t 10 million as many Jews make today, or even Blacks, but a single, solitary dime!  It wasn’t enough to buy a comic book.  Sometimes we had no food, no heat in Chicago icy winters, no shoes, socks, gloves, hat, coat. Didn’t have TV, phone, radio, camera, vacations, sometimes not even a paper and pencil. It is probably why I write incessantly now.

To make matters worse the sister that was almost murdered by the illegal Brown Mexican got to drinking and would steal that very dime that I earned for her booze or cigarettes.

Well, I had attempted suicide when I was about 19. I had a good job working for the one of the unions in a once productive South Chicago which is now a rust belt.  I just couldn’t stand living anymore, through the violence in my home, where Mama was beating Daddy, and there was nothing I could do about it.  You see being slaves for Jews, the Polish women were desperate.

After visiting with a priest and telling him about my suicide attempt and my desire to give up on life, he suggested I go to the Illinois State Psychiatric Institute, (“I.S.P.I.”) on Taylor Street in South Chicago.  I signed myself in, and was not brought in as I was never violent, or had hallucinations or delusions.  It is said that “depression” is seeing this reality as it “really is,” and not how the Jewish media has painted it to be in its false and fictional ways.

I adjusted well on the psyche ward, but it was only a while when the Jewish psychiatrist, that was supposed to care for me, suggested that I have private talks with his nurse, Nancy Cook. Before you know it, she was filling my head with ideas of sex, and vibrators with words like “If anyone should want to give you sex, you should go along, for it would relieve and cure your depression.”

Being naïve about sex, since we never talked about it, I froze.  Since I took a vow of silence when just a little girl and wanted to become a nun, my tongue could not speak the fear I was being placed in.

The wicked psychiatrist knew that I couldn’t speak and was for all practical purposes, mute.  This Jewish devil also knew that I had no relationship with the other Whites in my family, as they never called me or came to see me in the five months that I was there.  I was a prime candidate for him to use his energies to plot to rape me and abuse my body and mind.

Before long, he told me to have our sessions behind two-way mirrors, so that all the visiting professors and students could study us and perhaps come up with a solution for my depression. I believed this Jew; his arguments overwhelmed my common sense.  His therapy sessions changed dramatically and he was outwitting me by directing the counseling sessions that were being observed into making look really crazy.  Exaggerating the few things I told him about the domestic violence in my home, and my own depression.  My only psychological illness was to ‘cry’ and who today wouldn’t cry over what has happened to our White boys and our White race?  We cannot “laugh” away the genocide being perpetrated against us.  I still cry until today, and I’d rather cry, than have no real feelings at all, which is “real” depression.

I had sold my brand new car to my brother, since I could not work, and was still in the institution. The doctor said I would be there for 9 months, which is the usual time to keep patients at that time in this “school” for the mind.

But out of the blue, the doctor cut down that time from 9 months to 5 months and put me up for discharge. Coincidentally, he was finishing up his doctorate at this school and would be assigned to be an outpatient doctor at I.S.P.I. I had no choice to go along, as I was hanging on this hospital, doctor and pills for my dear life.

I was assigned to see him as an outpatient downstairs.  I adjusted to going back home, although the alcoholism and domestic violence at home didn’t change, so it was a hard time for me, alone, very alone.

When I went to see Dr. Rejtman, the Jewish psychiatrist, he also began to talk of sex, as the cure for my depression, just like his nurse was brainwashing me in the hospital.

And then the ungodly day happened, that send a shock through my entire being as it does now, just writing about it.  During one of the sessions, the big, Brown Latino Jewish psychiatrist from Columbia, the drug capital of the world, raped me as I was in my chair.  Since I was still on the drugs he put me on, I was confused and afraid.  He just pulled me on him on the chair, and since I was so skinny and frail from malnutrition at the time, I was overpowered.  He quickly ejaculated his Jewish sperm in me, and I felt my womanhood and respect terrorized in the worse way one could hurt and “hate” a woman.  Yes, he must have “hated” me deeply to abuse me. What a Jewish hate crime against a young white innocent, very sick woman. He was a doctor, he knew better.  If there is a God, that Jewish man will get his day of justice, since this country never gave me the satisfaction of sending him to jail myself.

It was for his Jewish pleasure; and oddly it seemed as if it was something he was programmed to do. I’m sure the Jews did the same to my White Polish women when the Jews ruled Poland through usury, credit and booze.  How many Polish women had White babies, that they had to support because the Jewish married men left them high and dry and unsupported.  Could it be that in Fr. Baker’s day, these very women that were throwing away their newborn babies that were supported, would have been the same baby that this Jewish married man could have made when he ejaculated in me.

There is no excuse on the face of the earth, in the solar system, or in the cosmos, that could justify a Jewish doctor raping his weakened, helpless and afraid patient.  Any doctor would know that by ejaculating in a patient, that it might impregnate a very fertile 19 year old White young woman.  And the Jewish people are supposed to be the “smartest” on the planet.  “Smart Criminals” is what this doctor was and probably still is today.

After he pushed me off and zipped his pants back up, I pulled myself together and ran out of his office, in a blur. Was he going to rape the next girl he was going to see or perhaps the next boy?  I had nowhere to turn, but stopped seeing him.  I silently, and oh so silently, froze in time.  No women in her sane mind talked about rape back in 1968.  At that time it was believed that if a woman was raped she deserved it, and the courts and police would be “against” the woman victim.  It would just be additional pain to bring it out in the open. Today, it is different with rape advocacy groups, special treatment for rape victims.  Yes, I believe once the Browns and Blacks got advanced rights, these conditions got proper attention and notice, but not for a poor White Polish-American girl from South Chicago.

I couldn’t even write about this until I took an English 101 course, here in Nevada, and wrote just ½ sentence buried and barely visible in a 10 page essay on “Saving the White race.”  I then listened to some tapes on hypnosis helping women get over trauma from perverted and violent sex.  They suggested to write it out in a letter to the sexual criminal and then burn it so that it burns away from the mind.

Well, a couple of months passed by and I didn’t get my period.  I knew enough to know that if I skipped a period that it was possible that I was pregnant.  Pregnant and White Poor with a Jewish embryo growing in my stomach.  I was so frightened that I didn’t know what to do.  So I went to a pay phone, deposited the $.10, and called the Jewish doctor that raped me.  I could not handle having a baby, when we were too poor to feed and clothe me.  I didn’t mention on the phone, that I skipped my period, just that I’d like another appointment.

So I scraped up $.50 for a round trip busfare on the Chicago Transit Authority, C.T.A., and went to Illinois State Psychiatric Institute where he was the outpatient psychiatrist.  I was beyond depressed.  I couldn’t even think or move hardly.

When I was sent back to his office where he raped me, it was worse than being sent to an electric chair on Death Row.  When I got to his office, I looked at the chair that he raped me on, and it seemed like a “death” chair to me.

He asked me to sit down, and I refused.  He asked me, “Well, what is bothering you today.”

I looked into his beady, crafty eyes, and confronted him and said, “I think I’m pregnant with your baby.”

You have never seen such a coward or devil in your life. Instead of saying, “I’m going to help you and support you and the baby for it was my fault,” he snarled out harshly to me a poor White frightened and terrorized girl, “If you tell anyone what happened, I will send you to an insane asylum for life. I have a Jewish wife and Jewish children, (pedigreed and pure-raced, my own emphasis) and this would destroy my career and them.  I have 10 witnesses that will prove you are ‘crazy.’”

My jaw dropped in horror, for he took off this mask of “Niceness” and was a beast, a dirty, rotten beast.  I felt as if I were looking and listening to Satan himself.

I barely got out the words, “What do you mean 10 witnesses?”

In his ugliness and ruthlessness he vomited these words out, “You know when I had those sessions with you behind the 2-way mirrors, well any of those professors or students, or well-respected and admired doctors would go on the stand and say you were crazy.”  (I think back now and it was probably his Jewish friends, or those taught by Jewish professors to have the sinister conduct of Zionist Jews.)

I thought I was in a nightmare, but since Hollywood is owned and run by Jews, there never has been a movie alarming me to this behavior. It was only in Hitler’s Germany, that the Nazis made a law prohibiting Jews from raping White German women.  I have in the essay I wrote for my final thesis for English 101 just recently, that it was common for rich Jewish doctors, such as gynecologists to rape White young German girls, impregnate them, and abandon them to their parents to support, or their unknowing husbands who supported the bastards as their own, never suspecting the crimes that were committed against their wives and daughters.  The young White German girls were taught in public schools with movies to expose the Jewish powerful and rich criminals. One movie I read about had the scene of a White girl waiting in this Jewish gynecologist office. Another girl walks in to the doctor’s office ahead of her for her check up or appointment.  She hears the girl in the office scream and whimper indicating that when the Jewish doctor pulled her pants down, he unzipped his zipper took out his penis and jabbed it into the young girl’s vagina, breaking her virginity and using her vagina as a sewer for his dirty sperm.  The Jewish wives not only condone this they force them into doing it, as they don’t want any more than 1 or 2 children, and by keeping their families small, they can get more education and more rich.  “Free sex,” from the Christian White Gentile women, and Jewish fortunes for their greedy wives.  The Bible is full of it.  The German girls were taught to run to the German Gestapo White police who were there to “protect” the girls as we White women and children  have “no” entity to “protect” us today.  The girls were to get official police reports, and not be afraid to speak up.

For the first time and last time in White history, White women got to speak out and try to prosecute the wicked Jews, who deliberately used sex to keep our Race down and under their control.  And this must have been going on for over a thousand years, and thanks to over-propaganda by the Jewish Holocaust, which never reveals that White Poles were really the victims, we cannot talk about it today.  I fear with every keystroke I make that the Jews will make me suffer and pay for finally letting the truth out.

These Jewish men like Jewish doctors who were raping white girl patients in Germany and their Jewish wives and children were the first criminal Jews “deported” from Germany. Not executed. Not gassed, but “deported” humanely, as punishment for their wicked crime against German humanity.  The Nazis didn’t even put them into prison or arrest them, just deport them.  In fact there is no record of Hitler stating to exterminate the Jews. But after I wrote that, somehow the Jews invented a document out of thin air, as they did the lies at the World War II Nuremberg Trials, about Nazis turning Jews into bar soap. Nazis shrinking their heads. (Jews brought a shrunken head from where blacks actually did that in Africa… look how whites saved them from their own savageness) No gas chambers. No mattresses made from Jewish women’s hair. No death camps, only “work camps” which was over Auschwitz Poland camp, but after I wrote about it to Jewish media, someone actually “Stole” the sign. Jews have that much power and Whites just watch this reality as if they are watching a Hollywood Jewish movie. But the only thing is that Whites can’t get up and leave if they don’t like the movie or go to another movie. It’s our reality.

Again, I left the Jewish psychiatrist office, dejected, and in worse shape than I ever walked into I.S.P.I.  He not only raped me, a poor White woman, but he now threatened me for life.  He said, “If you tell anyone about this (rape) I will put you into an insane asylum for life!!!”  And he was perfectly calm, and self-assured, that the entire country and medical profession and even the Whites, would have been on his side, for who would doubt a Jewish god, as they are today?

Think with me, if you have any thinking ability in you left.  Reason with me, while we still have time in our White history, and if we don’t take the time now, we will not be here in 100 years.

If I were pregnant, and he committed me into an insane asylum, he would have gotten away with it. My family would be resigned to it, as my older sister that was nearly murdered by the Illegal Brown Mexican Immigrant for citizenship, was a revolving door patient in mental wards.  Although, I feel sorry for her, for she was the “White Polish slave” in our large family, as every large family no matter what nationality has one girl that is the mother’s slave and helper.  My sister was 16 years old and didn’t graduate 8th grade, for she was always helping Mama at home, and missed a lot of school.  Plus when my sister went to a public school that was mostly Jewish, they really made fun of her, and I have a picture of her singing for the class, and the other Jews laughing and making fun of her so bad, it broke her spirit to even desire to sing again. Yet her teacher loved her voice.  Perhaps that is why it is so hard for Whites to get into entertainment since the days of the 1960’s when the Jew, Phil Spector, smashed the White entertainment and brought in Black Motown and now Black Rap to influence and degenerate out White children, who might be beyond hope as far as saving themselves and their Race. Phil Spector raped a 13 year old American girl, drugged her and got her drunk, then ripped open her anus by sodomizing her!!! Anal bleeding sex! He fled the country.

If I were pregnant with the Jew’s baby and I was in the insane asylum, how could he leave me alive there. What if I would walk around the ward and say, “I’ve got Dr. Rejtman’s baby, I’ve got Dr. Rejtman’s baby. He surely would have had to have me murdered, murder me himself, or at least murder the baby. But he could never leave me alive to have that against him.  It is said Jew’s have no mercy, pity or feelings, so this doesn’t phase him in the least.  And what does it do to punish Jews, like the money criminal Bernie Madoff?  They already used all their money to help the Zionist Jews around the world, especially in Israel.  And their wives and Jewish children are set for life.  The Jewish men just consider themselves ‘martyrs’ for their cause.

It turns out I was not pregnant, but left that psychopathic psychiatrist, and went to a group meeting for depressed and nervous patients called “Recovery, Inc.,” which was founded because the medical profession just use mental patients as revolving door accounts, never curing or even relieving them.  Our prison system is very similar.

When I called the Jewish psychiatrist to tell him it was a false pregnancy, (and thank God, because I would not be alive to be typing at this computer) he commented ever-so-nicely again, after he put his other face on of a “good” Jewish doctor, a bulwark of the community, “Oh, I’m so sorry that this happened. It will never happen again. I’ve learned my lesson so much, that I’ve entered into psychoanalysis, and I will be cured. You can trust me if you ever come back.”  Jews are damned good salesmen. They could sell you the genocide of your own Race and you would buy into it, hook, line and sinker.  I did have to go back to him 8 years later, and you will see below he lied, as Jews do to get what they want, and try to rape me again, and worse yet, turn me against my White Viet Nam Purple Heart Veteran husband.

What led me to the psyche ward to being with?  Do the Blacks have it this bad?

Back to my childhood, I almost died of double-pneumonia when I was 2.  There was no cure and apparently it was my Mama and Daddy’s prayers that brought me back to life. Dr. Philip Rosenblum, also a Jewish doctor, rushed me to the hospital, where he cut my ankle in the form of a hippie-type “Peace sign.”   That cut only allowed to “feed” me intravenously, as I probably hadn’t eaten and was also dying of malnutrition, not just double pneumonia.  When I met him when I was 10 and suffering from a nervous stomach, he said, “You are the miracle of my career.  There was no cure for double pneumonia, and I didn’t save you.”  I knew it was a miracle.

Before we became so poor, Mama must have thought how she grew up in a White Polish family of 16, where everyone helped one another.  But, by the time I was born, America had abandoned their White European ways, and became more hardened and hard-hearted towards each other, as the Jews are toward Gentiles, but “not” towards one another.

Mama and Daddy were happy, poor but happy.  It was said that Mama was an angel and Hollywood beautiful.  She could have married a rich and powerful Jewish man in 1930, but Mama met Daddy and Grandma took a broom to this Jewish man when he tried to stop Mama’s wedding so that she could marry him.  Polish women were taught “not to marry Jews.”  There must be a lot of unwritten and unspoken history for 900 years that is behind that statement. Yet Poland has been silenced, especially after World War II, and certainly that Iron Curtain straightjacket the Jewish-led Communists that wrapped the White Polish people and country and paralyzed them, covering all their crimes, just as the psychiatrist that raped me.

I remember when I was a little girl that our lives became unbearable.  It was nothing like the movie “Cheaper by the Dozen,” which was a playful story of a family of 12 children.  My childhood was more like a gothic horror novel.  Nor was my poor White Mama, like the TV show, “I Remember Mama,” who had money, and a nice home, and a White Norwegian daughter, Kathryn, to write about what her “Mama’ was like

“I Remember Mama” and it hurts so bad, I could die at this computer.  I hated Mama for embarrassing me in front of the other kids.

I didn’t realize the tremendous sacrifice for this country had turned me against my own Mama.  I didn’t realize that I could never fill her shoes, trying to run to work in a hot laundry, or scrubbing on her hands and knees for rich Jewish women that lived across the way.  I remember Mama, once an extremely beautiful woman, with a heart of gold, that always made sure everyone had a meal if we had food and they came to our home.

I remember Mama, losing her teeth, because there was no money for floss, or toothpaste or a toothbrush, let alone a dentist.

Speaking of dentists, I remember Mama giving me $2.00 to go to the Jewish dentist when I was 10 years old.  His name was Dr. Jacob Stern.  When I got into the dentist’ chair, he proceeded to drill my tooth, and while drilling he went to feel up my breasts with the words, “My you are a nicely sprouting girl,” referring to my breasts.  He frightened me so, I never went back, and I’m scarred for life, with an intense fearof dentists.

I remember Mama, baking homemade apple pies, making Duck Blood’s soup, Czarnina, with a real live duck she killed right in front of me.  She’d send a loaf of her homemade Golden Raisin Bread, even though we didn’t have shoes.  Yet I never seen that love returned to her, only “hate,” and “spite,” for having “too many children,” like the Old woman who lived in a shoe, she had so many children she didn’t’ know what to do.

There were so many good and bad things I could write, but by writing my journal and memoirs, before I left Chicago, I bent down and kissed her gravestone as well as Daddy, for this country had brainwashed me into “hating” them for all their good and extreme love and sacrifice.

I remember Mama in trying to make a purchase.  Once, when it was really cold in Chicago and we had no heat in the below zero temperature and the old wooden farm house has no insulation that the freezing winds could be felt right through the wooden thin walls. Mama needed a sweater, and she took me shopping once to by herself one. But, when she went to pick one out, her hands shook and her voice trembled and her eyes teared up with tears.  She didn’t say it out loud, and remained silent about her sacrifice of bearing, breastfeedng, working and rearing 12 children, but she must have thought, “I need the sweater; I’m so cold, and getting so old.  But if I buy this for myself, there will be no food for the children, my husband Joe, and myself.”  She didn’t cry, but I will, for I wish I could go back and put a shawl on her while she freezes below the cold grounds of Holy Cross Cemetery in her coffin.  It’s too late.  It’s too late. I can’t change what happened to her in America, Daddy or myself, my husband or my son.

I remember Mama, my Polish White Mama, not the White Norwegian Mama of the TV series with Peggy Wood.  Mama hurt all the time, and had no money for rich Jewish doctors.  Her feet were swollen and if she had shoes she had to cut them with a razor blade, to take the pain off her corns, as there was no money for corn plasters.

I remember Mama seeking out alternative medicine.

She met up with a witch of sorts named Panee Gursko.  This woman would introduce my Mama to strange herbs to drink.  I was scared of this woman as a little girl.  She also introduced my Mama to Christian Brothers Brandy, which is pure poison for brandy is a depressant and Mama was already as depressed as any White woman would be.

I remember Mama inviting her in, and this witch, wore a black woolen cape to the ground and a black veil on her head.  She was very, very old, and her face shone. The witch had blonde hair, but most of it was all White or grey.  She had a cackled voice.

What was really strange was that she had the most unusual “smell” that I’ve ever smelled.  It was foul, but not in a human sense.  It was smelling something awful, that I have never before or since whiffed in my life.  It was like the smell of evil!

People believe that spirits can be seen like visions of ghosts, or heard like strange knocks on the door, but this was a smell. I related this story on the midnight radio show of George Norry, called Coast-to-Coast.

I remember Mama seeing my concern, and I tried to warn Mama, for children can be very psychic.  But, she thought it was my childhood imagination, and continued to let the woman sleep in our basement, with large spiders all over, a pull-chain old-fashioned toilet, and mice flying around the cracks in the basement.  Our house was so decrepid it was like a haunted house of the Addam’s Family, only it was the “Nowak” family. She paid Mama a little money, but Mama could see that she was a bad influence in our home.

When Mama finally told her to leave, the witch, Panee Gursko, became violent and malicious, despicable and nasty.  Mama stuck to her guns, and as the witch was leaving the back door from the basement she turned around and cursed Mama, Daddy and their 12 children.  Time went by, and no one ever talked about the witch.  She was history.

But creepy things began to beset our poor, but happy family.  Although we were fairly physically strong, one by one, we started to succumb to mental or emotional illness.  My father and mother who had a marriage made in heaven began to battle, and literally fist fight.  It was as if bad spirit(s) were possessing each one of us, a very holy and religious family, where the younger children all wanted to become priests and nuns to serve the community.  There was a mental influence on us that we could not fight off with drugs, pills, or psychiatrists, psychologists, or group meetings.  And it was like a domino theory, and no matter how talented we were, or attractive, or smart, this curse just appeared on each one of us.  And if there are any devils on earth to carry out the curse it would be the Jews, who even Jesus Christ said of them, “You are the devil and the father of it.”

I remember when Mama lost three of her babies at different times.

I remember when Mama’s house burned down, that used to be her Polish White Russian General’s Daddy’s house. My brother and I saved a little White baby from the flames in the upstairs apartment where it started.

I remember Mama witnessing my own suicide attempts, with utter horror of seeing her own offspring not wanting to live in this melting pot of a country.

I remember Mama drinking once a month, and that I had to go around to her richer sisters to borrow $1.50 for Christian Brothers Brandy that Mama bought at the rich Jew, Irv, at Saginaw Liquors.  Yes the Jews took our pennies, just as they did in Poland when the Jews monopolized the liquor industry to destroy the White Polish people and for the Jews to get filthy rich.

I remember Mama beating Daddy bloody, like the pictures of Jesus, when He was beaten and crucified by the Jews that hated him with a virile passion such as in the movie, “The Passion of Christ.”

My Daddy was bloody like that and bruised and broken.  Worse than all the pictures of the Black slaves combined.

I remember Mama ripping up Daddy’s clothes in a fit of anger and frustration of her lot in life in the USA as a Poor White Polish Mama of 12. I had to take a few dollars and go to the tailor and have him sew Daddy’s work pants back up to go back to work.

I remember Mama pounding Daddy with her fist as he ran out the door to sleep in the dirty black coal shanty all night in the cold Chicago winters.  He was a broken down, emasculated White man, and she was broken down too, unprepared, and unable to cope with the injustice of growing up White Poor in South Chicago. If Daddy was lazy, drunk, or violent, I would understand, but he had the gentleness of Fr. Baker, where he lived as a young boy.  Fr. Baker is called the “Padre of the Poor,” so my poor White Polish-American Mama and Daddy embraced poverty in a society that enthrones as walking gods, the rich, rich Jewish Mama and Daddy.

I remember my Mama beating me, when she called the Catholics and Christians “hypocrites” for teaching us to have all these White children, but then turning around to help all the Blacks and Brown Mexicans and even rich, rich Jews.  Not only did Mama beat me, but the nuns at school would beat me, and I was such a good girl that the pastor of St. Mary Magdalene, Fr. Witmanski, said on the pulpit that I would be the next saint of the Catholic Church for I was so good, and I was in church praying all the time. (I used to go to the front pew, and there was a marble statue of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. And I used to tell all my problems to Jesus, and beg him to help me, and help my poor White Polish-American Mama and Daddy as we were suffering so badly and no one cared and just made fun of us calling us “dumb White Polaks.”  (I’m weeping bitterly even now,  for I was praying so hard.) Is that how the welfare offices in the USA talked to the Blacks calling them dirty dumb Niggers, or dirty Mexican Spics? Being a straight A student, I know they were treated like gold.  And yes, the nuns beat me also, for not knowing how to add 1 + 1 = 2, when I first started first grade.  Sister Sabinia hit me in front of the class when she put that problem on the board and I didn’t know the answer.  I didn’t have shoes for school, and I missed a lot of school when there was snow on the ground.  So this abuse is something that I’ve had to agonize over my entire life, whether family, friends, husbands, and now even sons. And I’ve been almost saintly in all my dealings and days of my life.

And I remember Mama giving up on all forms of human medicine and lying sick in the bed, singing hymns to God, and saying out loud, “God my healer heal me.”  And in her own prayers, she found healing and temporary relief

It was the reason why Mama worked, so she could give us all homemade authentic growing up in South Chicago, I had no shoes for my poor White little feet on the cold, icy and snowy pavement of Chicago streets. Sometimes I didn’t have a warm coat to cover my frozen arms and certainly too poor for gloves for my hands as my fingers nearly fell off from frost bite in the 20 degrees below zero temperatures.  There were lice in my hair from the filthy rags called clothes that Mama brought home from the rich Jewish women.  Many times there was no money for the special soap, Fels-Naphta, to get rid of the lice, and so I had to just scratch my scalp until it bled or blistered, and perhaps that is why I don’t have much hair on my head today, and have to wear wigs, for probably the lice ate my hair follicles.  I’m surprised I didn’t die of typhus as many of the White Catholic Poles did in the work “camps” that is considered the Holocaust, which wickedly and mistakenly only refers to Jews, now the richest people and race in the world.

If I had shoes, they were about 8 sizes too big, and flopped on my feet like a clown. It was so embarrassing for even my fellow Whites who were feeling sorry for all the Blacks and Browns around the world and granting them Civil Rights and plenty of welfare, were oblivious of my poverty needs and White Civil Rights. They were even critical and made me feel ashamed all the time for being White poor.  It is something that scars emotionally that can never go away.

My toes are permanently curled, from wearing shoes that were too tight, and I only remember getting 2 pairs of shoes when I was younger.  I’m embarrassed to show them. My back heels on my White feet would be blood red from blisters. Did the Blacks or Mexicans have it that bad?  Odd, but I don’t think so. Did Michelle Obama on Euclid Avenue where I grew up, have it that bad. Did she watch her Obama husband suffer the dregs, danger, death of war? No he was “privileged Communist.”

We were so White Poor that I never had a paper and pencil to write with, and how I got straight A’s sometimes, is still a minor miracle of God.

Sometimes, at home we didn’t have heat, and we’d have to wait until Daddy got paid to buy some oil for the furnace.  There certainly wasn’t air-conditioning, fans, or conveniences although my neighbors all enjoyed that.

We didn’t have a car, so we either had to walk, or stay home, in our old shack-of-a-house that an old haunted farmhouse which was picked up on moved on a flat bed trailer truck.  It was decrepit and old, yet, our White Polish family would clean it, deodorize and scrub it spotless clean. It was said that my Mama had the “hands of gold,” for she was a perfectionist when doing her daily domestic duties.  It was said that my Grandma, Helen Kopaczewski, who had 14 children, had a house so clean, one could eat off her floors.  I used to see other neighboring children in cars, and never once did a neighbor offer me or my Mama and Daddy a ride.  The impression or words I would get, “If you play, (meaning sex) then you have to pay the price.” Surely, the Whites and the politicians have never uttered those words to the Blacks/Jews/Browns/Chinese when they came into this country. Whites were afraid to say it to me as a child, but will pay out trillions for other races thru taxes, tuition in college, insurance, even free cell phones for all the other races around the world. (That is because the Polish Jews of Israel make cell phones and now we Whites pay for them.)

Often we didn’t have food, and while I observed that the Blacks at Chicago Vocational High School back in 1966 had welfare, food stamps, allotment for housing, medical, that all came from the government, yet, there was no help for poor Whites such as me.

Mama was busy trying to work full time and raise us that she didn’t have time to even comb my hair, and the nuns would have to curl and comb it if I had to be seen in a church procession. It is probably why I still sometimes don’t comb my hair for days or hide it under a wig.

The poverty cut to the core, so deeply, that my mind was bleeding, and it was only the tears that I cried, that could let that blood out, instead of clotting up my head.

Even my sister told me recently, “You should never have been born. We were so (White) poor and there wasn’t even enough for us, let alone another mouth to feed.”  Elvis sings a song “In the Ghetto,” about the poor Blacks in South Chicago, but I was a poor White girl in that same South Chicago, and no one not only cared if I lived or died, and it was known that I should have died rather than add more burden with a tongue hanging out from starvation.  Was Michelle Obama who grew up near me, as a Black child, suffering from the same effects of poverty, despair and sadness that I was?  Then why are the Blacks used as an object of sorrow and pity.  No one pitied us.

My older brother, Bert the Polak, often said, “If you are looking for “sympathy,” the only place you will find it, little sister, is in the Webster’s dictionary, between “shit” and “syphilis.”  And since we were too poor for a Webster’s dictionary, I never found “sympathy.”

The pangs and anguish of White poverty was so bad, that while my parents fought or my Mama beat my Daddy, I would scream out the window, “I wish I were dead; and I wish I never were born; I can’t stand it anymore.”  Did the White Polish neighbors help?  No, they just called the police on us, and police don’t want to get involved in domestic disputes for fear of their lives.

Because of the domestic violence, of my Mama beating my Daddy, I lived in constant fear of my Mama killing my Daddy, she was so mad, and I would cry myself to sleep, or hide and run, so that if I didn’t see it, it wasn’t happening.  It was very similar to how the Whites run away from Black and Mexican gangs, murders and unbearable crimes, so that if we hide from them, we pretend it isn’t going on in our American home.

Although I love America, I wish my ancestors from Poland/Austria/Russia never stepped foot on this soil, that is good for only those that are on the higher level of this melting pot. The non-White races.

I never had a pet, and once my Polish Russian Grandfather that lived with us, found a litter of newborn cuddly kittens that the mother cat abandoned.  He had us stand in a circle, and we children thought we were going to play a game. He took out a shovel that was perched against the house, and began to dig a deep hole. He then got out a large pan of water called a “waska,” that he filled with water.  He then found the kittens one at a time and drowned them.  He buried them, whether alive or dead, right in front of our eyes.  His words were, “these animals are no good without their mother, and we have no money to feed them!”  Did the Blacks have it that bad when they were growing up, or did they work any harder than us.

I was so poor I had to start working when I was about 5 years old babysitting for a few hours a day until my married sister came home from work.  I had to go with my Mama to clean Jewish women’s houses, that even though I was an A student, my lot in America was to clean houses, just as I clean my church today.  I can’t even imagine a Jewish princess on her hands and knees scrubbing, yet it isn’t just today in America, but it was out lot in Poland to be their slaves for 900 years.

Mama had to quit school in 5th grade to milk Grandpa’s cow, (he was a Polish Russian General that escaped before Jews slaughtered the head Russians and took over their government into Communism, Iron Curtain, etc. )

I took of vow of silence when about 7 years old, because then I didn’t complain and just totally buried the pain, deep, deep in my little poor, and malnourished brain.  And I stopped crying.  My sisters and brothers didn’t cry or complain, so neither did I. I resigned myself to this life of misery.  It is said the Jews considered Poland for 900 years a “heaven” and a “paradise,” according to Wikipedia, yet for me it was a pure hell on earth.  And in many ways, still is today and certainly was for my dead White husband, otherwise he wouldn’t have taken his White life, and leave this an American paradise for rich Jewish men, and non-Whites.

There were only 2 bedrooms in my home at 8332 S. Colfax Avenue, and no doors on the rooms, except for the pantry at the back of the home.  We used to throw our dirty clothes and linen on the floor since we were too poor for a hamper. I only had one set of clothes, a school uniform.  I would take the dirty clothes and make them lie flat as a sort of mattress. I would then lay on it and use the clothes to cover myself with like a blanket. There were mice flying around the shelves for there must have been crumbs of food for them to live on.  Until today, I’m terrified of mice, and think that I’m nothing more than a White rat for the powers that be to experiment on, instead of a child of God, that deserves love, respect, and a chance for advancement of my own being and that of my White race.  I guess that is where “hated” poor Whites sleep, in a pantry with the mice.  My only comfort was that I could close the door and block out the fights and third world war between Mama and Daddy.

We were so poor, that once in their domestic battles and fistfights, Daddy kicked Mama in the stomach for abortion, because after me, they couldn’t have any more kids, even though the Catholic Church advised them to.  Did the Blacks have it that hard?  No the government under Whites were paying for Black sex and Mexican sex and plenty of it, for all their babies and their welfare.

When the Chicago Police came, they were going to arrest Daddy, and if he ever hit Mama again, for she landed up in the hospital with a miscarriage, Daddy would go to prison for murder.  He never hit Mama again, and she never forgave him. That is how the battles became one-sided, Mama beating Daddy. But then African black women beat their men and boys and they were not as hard-working as Daddy, who could do any craft or skill with his hands.

When you are White Poor, you find that Mama would beat Daddy for smoking, and beat him for spending $.50 and buying a quart of beer at Irv’s the Jew at Saginaw Liquors. The Jews only paid Daddy minimum wage, so $.50 was a lot of money. From what I understand the Jews did the same thing to the White Polish people. The Jews would own the businesses and Poles would work for them. The Poles that got and kept jobs for the Jews had to drink at Jewish taverns.  The Jews would lay off the White Poles and the Poles couldn’t pay the bar tabs and credit the Jews gave them.  Hence, the Jews would threaten them, and the Poles eventually gave all their valuables to the Jews, and certainly, that is how the Jews got their free sex, for we White Poles were nothing more than low-class animals for the Jews to screw, and disseminating their rotten sperm in us and using us like sewers!

Mama beat Daddy for not standing up to the Jews where Daddy worked, and called Daddy a “Coward,” for letting the Jews push Daddy around and paralyze him so he had no confidence or masculation.  She tried calling them, but since we didn’t have a phone, the neighbors wouldn’t let us use theirs so she never was able to get through to them.

We did have a TV set, and my older brother used that when he came back from the Korean War. The USA government turned him into an alcoholic too, as they did my White husband.  Mama hated when Daddy watched the doping down of America on this new thing called a television set, and she smashed it in front of my eyes and Daddy’s.

She didn’t like me listening to the Blacks on Motown radio for she thought it was having a bad influence on me, and she chased me and smashed it over my head also.  Between the lice scabs on my head from Jewish dirty clothes they gave us when Mama worked for them, and the scabs from the smashing on my head, my head hurt a lot.

And do you know what I did with the scabs on my body that were bloody and crusty?  I ate them.  I must have needed the iron to ward off starvation and since we had no meat sometimes, I had to resort to eating the scabs, which I sometimes got on the back of my foot because my shoes were too small.  Do the “poor” Blacks, or the “poor” Mexicans, or those “poor, poor,” Jews from the “work camps” of the Nazis’ did they have too tight shoes that scabbed their feet, and Hitler made them eat their scabs for dinner?  Huh!  Were the Jews treated that badly in Hitler’s Germany as I was treated in South Chicago the same neighborhood that President and Mrs. Obama grew up. Or were they treated like Kings and Queens, since our own White images of Kings and Queens were destroyed, by Jewish Princes and Princesses all over the world.

And after the Jewish doctor had raped me and got away with the perfect crime until today, I may have very well ended my life.

And then I was out of the psyche ward, and away from the diabolical and ruthless man, Dr. Jaimie Rejtman, when I went out dancing at the Holiday Lounge, called the combat lounge for all the race riots and fights when the non-Whites were taking over South Chicago.  There I met Mike Duncan, who was just back from Viet Nam, and recuperating.  He originally asked my girlfriend, Valerie, to dance for she was much prettier than I was, and had money for hair, and makeup, and pretty clothes. She also had a life of Riley, so she was happy and carefree.  She didn’t have a conscience filled with sorrow and grief.  Yet, when it came time to leave the Holiday Inn, Mike asked to take me out to breakfast.  It was the first time anyone had ever done that. I was startled, and so shy and mute, I thought I could never get another date with him, once he saw that I was so poor I didn’t even have a personality.

It was a period on my life, when we did have a phone, although most of the time we didn’t, and I remember Mama ripped it out of the wall, and smashed it over Daddy’s head out of frustration and anger. We were that White Polish Poor in America, the land of “plenty.”  I guess we were just the wrong color and my White skin was a curse in a declining White America.  So Mike Duncan called me up and asked to take me to a party.

I was about 19 I attended my very first party and wanted to make a good impression.  Believe it or not, I had a very positive and pleasant disposition, and didn’t just sit around feeling sorry for myself or asking for other’s pity and money.  But, soon into the party, my husband disappeared.  I was so painfully shy, I was afraid to move hardly.  Then his buddy, “the Nose,” came up to me.  Nose, or Greg Simon, was in a wheel chair from Viet Nam, a paraplegic.  Yet, he was as fun and as nice as could be.  All the buddies in their clique always were helping Nose, and even the prettiest of the girls would enjoy wheeling Nose around the house or helping him navigate.  Nose was very self-sufficient, and could drive a car with controls for the gas pedal and brake on the steering wheel, since he couldn’t use his legs at all.

Well, on this particular day, Nose wheeled up to me and looked rather angry, bitter and irritated.  He looked at me straight into my eyes, and I could envision him sitting regally in his wheelchair said, “Mike’s ex-girlfriend is after Mike and wanting to get him back.  She double-crossed him in Viet Nam by screwing his buddy and sending him a ‘Dear John,’ letter.  (He didn’t say ‘who,’ but there were the 3 of them, Mike, Nose and the third was the Jewish fella, the same one who stole Mike’s Daddy away during baseball Little League.  This Jewish traitor not a friend, and was lucky enough to escape fighting in the war for America.  He got a gravy job in an Alabama Army office, and with the skills he learned in the Army was able to become a very successful business entrepreneur in Chicago.  He’s had a very successful marriage and family and is still alive and very happy and healthy today and probably will live to be a hundred, while my White Scottish/Lithuanian American husband is rotting in his grave at Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery for Veterans.)

Well, apparently, once this girl sent Mike the “Dear John,” letter while he was in Viet Nam, and used that time to play the field with another man, he must have dropped her when Mike came home from the war.  Yes, this Jewish young man, abused this woman, another White Polish girl, for his own sexual pleasure and to get revenge on my husband for beating him up for a good reason after school when they were younger.  Perhaps, this Jew was making fun of Mike’s dying mother, who had her entire bowel cut out and was lying in her bed with pain until she died. It was either a suicide when Mike was 12, or his dad murdered her, as his dad’s father was a race horse jockey, and they shoot horses, don’t they, when they are in pain.  Mike and I both agreed it was a mercy killing, before Mike died.  Although the official record says “suicide.”  That means in our own little family, Mike’s mother commit suicide, Mike did, I tried three times and our son also tried three times.  As I said before, America, as in Poland is a “heaven and paradise” for the Jew, but it is a miserable hell for Poor Whites, that have all the cards stacked against them, or at least for us.

For now that Mike was back, and they were alone, she wanted him back.  And Nose was really upset for he was telling me that Mike was in the bathroom with his ex-girlfriend.  Nose told me, “You gotta break them up, Baa-Baa,” (a nickname they called me.) “She is no good for him, and Mike’s a great guy and deserves a good woman like you.”

So, I walked over to the bathroom and just barged in and pushed the door open. They were together as if ready to kiss facing one another, and she was cuddled in his arms, and I let all hell break loose. First, telling her to go to hell, that she is nothing but a cheat, a liar, and a thief, trying to steal my boyfriend.  I called her a whore and a tramp, which she was.  I took a can of kitchen cleanser and doused her with the green messy powder, from her head to foot, and then ran out of the house.  I walked down the South Chicago streets crying, and stopped at a restaurant for a small midnight breakfast.

Suddenly, I felt someone strong come up from behind me. It was Mike!  He lifted me off the stool at the counter of the restaurant, and lifted me over his shoulder, and carried me away.  Although I tried to argue, he just took me to the car, and he told me how much it meant to him that for the first time  in his life, someone really stuck up for him and showed that they cared for him.  I can only assume that he had been harassed his entire life, especially in Viet Nam and his arrival back at home.  That was the tone that was set for the rest of our relationship.  I was always showering him with ideas of love.  We never said, “I Love You,” to each other, as neither one of us was very demonstrative with our affections.  Eastern Europeans are like that.  We are not very emotional, we hide them.  Our relationship was one of ‘works’ and not of ‘words.’

One of the ‘good works’ I enjoyed doing was to cook dinners for him and his Dad and take them over to his house.  I recall taking over a homemade spaghetti casserole to his home on East 76th Street, in South Chicago, the same area, where Obama was a community organizer for the “poor” Blacks.  Do you suppose that Obama “organized” all those blacks, because the Jews, such as David Axlerod, and the homosexual, David Geffin, were preparing Obama for the Presidency, and had to get the Blacks organized and out to vote.  And sure enough, the racists Blacks voted 95% for their Black candidate.  David Axlerod the Jew also brought down white Senator Chuck Percy of Illinois when he ran for another term. Oddly Percy’s daughter was found brutally murdered, and the only suspect was seemingly a Jew, like the murderer of Charles Lucky Lindberg’s baby.  But both got away.

Mike’s Dad was single and a widower also.  It was at one of these visits, that his Daddy asked me, “What’s your last name?”  And I told him, “Nowak.”  He replied, “You know I worked with a man named “Lil’ Joe Nowak,” at a book publishing company in Lincolnwood, Illinois.  Is that any relationship to you?”  I was shocked and surprised, for “Lil’ Joe Nowak was my Daddy.  This was the same experience that my Daddy and he had  driving to work on the day I was born back in August of 1947.  And now, 20 years later, it came true, the betrothing of these these two guys laughing together ‘betrothing’ his 3 year old son, Mike, (or Mickey as he was called) to me my Daddy’s daughter, who was just born that day.  It was really déjà vu.

As I reminisce, I clearly recall the day that I dreaded more than any other day in our marriage.  Mike and I had grown fond of each other and were seeing each other steadily.  He didn’t spend money on dates.  He would keep a little tablet with white papers, and he would have marked down, how much he spent on me.  He would mark down that he filled up the gas tank, even though we moved a block away from him. He would add the bottle of wine that we usually shared in the car.  If the car needed repairs he would add that.  After adding all that, I didn’t dare ask him to take me out to dinner. Yet, even my poor Mama and Daddy once in a while went out to dinner for a fish fry on Fridays, but that wasn’t to be my lot. Usually, in America, the immigrants’ lots improve with each generation, but not being White, poor, and Polish immigrant’s descendents.  Instead of getting richer like the Jews, we were getting poorer.

Since our relationship started to get serious, I felt that I had to tell him about my severe depression and the fact that I had tried to commit suicide.  I always felt that honesty was important no matter how painful.  I realized that he might call it quits that night.

And while I was sipping the wine we were drinking in his car, I turned to him and said frankly, “Mike, I have something very important to tell you. It is so bad and I’m so afraid I’ll lose you, but it is something you must know before we get any more serious.”

He never smiled as White Lithuanian men rarely do, but looked at me inquisitively.  “What do you mean? Nothing can be that bad.”

I took a deep breath and out of nowhere the words came out of my mouth, “I have been in the psyche ward for a while and suffer from deep depression and even suicidal attempts.”  I bowed my head, and didn’t cry, but a few tears escaped from my eyes, giving my false and calmness strength away, dropping like crystal liquid bombs on in my glass of wine.

He had to know, for if he wanted to have babies, he had to realize that I considered myself a cripple, even though society wouldn’t do that but just call me names and attach stigma to me.  I never realized until just recently, that his own mother attempted suicide and didn’t want to live in America, even though she only had one child, Mike, and was well provided for.  Hers was from extreme, extreme illness. Mike told me that after she had her colostomy or hundreds of feet of her bowel removed, the doctors put a bag on her side to collect her poop after she ate.  But years ago, this was so supposed to be the most horrible of all diseases as the poop didn’t pass through all the time and would just swell up inside her.  Mike remembers that his daddy would come home from work and she’d be lying in the bed, crying and screaming in pain, and swollen with poop that was seeping through her entire body.

So his daddy, Mr. D. would carry her into the bathtub and lie her down. He then would have to stomp and jump on her stomach and that force of jumping would release the poop which would shoot out all over the walls and on both of them!

Mike had his own cross to bear in the USA.  And perhaps his ancestors should never had come over from the Mayflower to see our country turn into one Brown race, even though Blacks have an entire continent of Africa, the Jews have the entire country of Israel, the Mexican Browns have all of Mexico and much of South America, which has had much interbreeding with the various Indian tribes.  The Yellows have China, Viet Nam, North Korea. The Reddish Browns have all of India as a pure raced country. Our Europe that was formerly all White is now unrecognizable. I hear that when one goes into the major cities of Europe, such as in England, there is barely a pure White person to be found, that it has melted down in their own melting pot so badly.

Mike came home when he was about 12, and where he usually would hear his mother groaning, crying, weeping and moaning in the worse pain any disease could produce at that time, he heard “silence.”

He walked up the stairs of his South Shore apartment, and wondered what happened to his mother.  When he walked in, he found her dead as a doornail, weeping and crying no more for her unbearable pain.  I have her death certificate and it says that an autopsy was to be performed.

He was afraid of his mother, for when he was little, she would put him in the hamper when he misbehaved and wouldn’t let him out, until he came around.  But, whatever she and Mr. D. did, Mike had a good mind, a healthy solid strong body, excellent work ethics, good husbanding skills helping me around the house, and good fathering skills.  Yes, somehow God sent him to me.

But, he loved his Mama, and never said a bad word about her during our entire marriage and relationship.  He loved and respected her.  And perhaps, that is why he married me. Even though I was confessing my depression, he must have said within his own mind silently, “I remember my Mama and her depression.”  And maybe he thought that he could “help” me, and “help” me he did.

Mike Duncan saved me from committing suicide. I wouldn’t be here.  Perhaps it should be me in that coffin near Chicago at Abraham Lincoln Cemetery, for I had nothing to live for when I met him.  I felt no hope, for I couldn’t even think of bringing a baby of his into a world that was so cold, perverted, and “hateful,” Jews against poor, White, good Polish-American people.

By the way, from what I read about Abraham Lincoln, it was his firm conviction that the Black slaves needed to be free.  He had ships on the eastern shores of the USA to take the Blacks back to Africa, to be with their people and relatives. So like black Muslim American preacher, Louis Farakhan says “400 years of slavery is enough in America,” I think 400 years of Whites paying for black work, their homes, prisons more like country clubs, medical, VA, doctors, schooling, Christianization, their sex and babies like we do the browns… 400 years of that is enough. Even rich Walmart doesn’t pay their employees for more than the hours worked… and no welfare or benefits. Which black person did they make the head of Walmart as whites made Obama president. Or why can’t a White person be the head of any Hollywood movie studio, but only Jews, since they stole the White man’s movie invention in 1927, so all the movies we have seen have been what Jews have wanted us to see, and to takeover White Race.

Well, after I dropped the bomb of telling the man I loved, that I had emotional problems, (I have feelings and heart, which is insanity and crazy to many people, otherwise I wouldn’t be writing a tribute letter to a man that abused me, tried to kill me, and left me penniless and turned my White sons against me in Parent Alienation.)  But, I am able to see the core of his problems, and I’m trying to resolve this issues, not only in my own mind but for the White people.  I wish the Mrs. Walmarts, and Mrs. Bill Gates, from Microsoft Wealth, that these billionaire White women with an endless treasury and emotional health, would do save the White race but they won’t.  The White Walmart women are bent on saving the Yellow Race of China where they get most of their goods, and the White Mrs. Melissa Gates convinced Bill Gates to step down from Microsoft and give it to the Jews who run it now, and take his fortune and give it to the “poor” Blacks in Africa with the Jews doing his accounting and taking a great portion of it for Israel, Zionism, and themselves. I wrote Bill Gates about helping the “poor” people in Poland and Eastern Europe. I did see on his website that he will give computers to the very poor in Eastern Europe who suffered the loss of White 100,000,000 at the hands of Jewish Communists.  But in order to get the money, the poor Whites have to pay ½ otherwise, they get nothing.  They are so desperate many libraries cannot afford ½.  The Black Africans don’t have to pay ½, he is just showering them for “free.”  It sounds like he “loves” the Blacks, but “hates” the White poor and gives his money to them begrudgingly.

Well, back to Mike’s and my joint biography.

To my hope and prayers, Mike did come over the next day. He came over just as usual, and he never brought it up my depression and I never did again. I had to take into account that by getting married and having children this problem might affect both our marriage and children.  It didn’t. I was able to perform to maximum ability as wife, mother and employee, and if anything it was a bonus, since I worked twice as hard as a normal person that wasn’t crippled by this disease.  On the outside, I looked like any other ordinary White American girl.  On the inside, I was bleeding, bruised and beaten, just as the picture of Jesus Christ above.

When I met my husband at the Combat Lounge, (the Holiday Lounge) he was already taking the drugs he started in Viet Nam under government supervision.  It might be assumed that he was ‘masking his own mental difficulties,’ of handling the horrific effects of the war, where he was ‘protecting Yellow Asian women and children.  Now, he was prepared to assume a role of protecting his own White woman and children, which is something that is in dire need today, if not of crisis importance.  The Jews have succeeded with making our White man “impotent,” and “emasculating” them for their profit and power.  Our wavering wealth as White Americans, was a high price to pay as a result of destroying out White male!

Well, Mike was having difficulties living at home with his father.  After his mother commit suicide, his Dad married a young woman, several years later, about the same age as Mike.  It was a shotgun marriage for she was pregnant. Because of the young woman, who was 17, she was a child-bride compared to Mr. D. who was probably nearing about 45.  My husband, Mike, and his new step-mother were very close in age as he was about 23 when he came back from Viet Nam.  Their relationship was volatile and he called me up at work one day and said simply:  “I want to get married; ask for some time off from work.  I need to get out of this house.  I can’t stand living in the same house with my Dad’s new wife and her baby.”

Mike never proposed, yet it was romantic.  I think with his part Lithuanian background for these White Europeans are more serious.  Mike never smiled, and I remember once he came to work to pick me up at Production Tool Corporation, owned by Jews, and the gal I worked with said, “What is with your husband?  He never smiles.”  Perhaps, living in Eastern Europe, it gave our White brethren very little to smile about.  Especially, since over 100 million actual White human beings were murdered by Jewish led Communists there.  Would you smile? It’s made those people stoic to endure suffering.  Plus they were left in poverty, not like the Jews who emigrated from Germany, Russia and Poland, to America, who are the richest people, race and religion on the planet.

Michael Miles Duncan and I were married on July 26, 1969.  He actually wanted to elope in Las Vegas, but when I arrived in Vegas of April of 1969, we walked through a large heart at a wedding chapel and I got cold feet.  I decided I wanted a large Polish wedding, with great food such as Polish Sausage and sauerkraut, and dancing, singing, celebrating with festive ethic Polkas with our family and friends.  I asked Mike to wait until we got back to Chicago and he agreed.

I got the picture above from my cousin, Margie, and Mike and I, seem very happy, as I brush my pink cheeks against the White carnation on his White tuxedo.  We had a marriage that one could be proud of and grateful for.  Considering he was suffering internally greatly, and I was suffering from the effects of being a baby girl of a Polish-American White family of 12 children, where Daddy only made minimum wage working for greedy Jews and we got no help from government, church, family, or friends, I was suffering from severe suicidal depression too.  I was White Poor.  He was a rejected White United States Marine, Purple Heart recipient.  He was rejected by family and society, as many Viet Nam Veterans have suffered from.  I still see homeless Veteran’s lying in the streets of Chicago and Las Vegas, White men like my husband, and they continue to suffer.  It is said most male homeless are Veterans of war.  There are no Jewish homeless, for they don’t do they fighting, they finance the fighting and are filthy rich off our White misery, such as my White husband and the White Vet below.
beavis by Tom Stone

Young homeless (white) man beavis shooting up in the tenderloin. he picks his scabs to find a good spot; and tries a few locations before he gets a vein. he has the “love” and “hate” tattos from “night of the hunter” on his fingers. he’s showing “love” with his right hand as he sticks the needle in.

This could have been my husband, Michael, for surely when I met him right after Viet Nam, he was on the road to destruction with Viet Namese drugs and booze, that was paved for him by the Jews and their followers who bind us Whites in America, as they bound the White Poles, in war.

There is an Oldies song called “True Love Never Runs Smooth,” and has the verse:

“Stand beside me all the while, no matter what goes wrong;

“Separately we’re weak; together we’ll be strong;

“Cause true love never runs smooth, that’s what they say,

“Cause true love is worth all the pain the heartache and tears we have to face. La la”

“When the world outside my house is pulling us apart,

“Press your lips to mine and hold me to your heart;

“Cause true love never runs smooth, that’s what they way,

“But true love is worth all the pain, the heartaches and tears, we have to face.”

Here is the youtube version of Gene Pitney, one of the only artists I have ever seen performed:

It is said, “ Until death do we part,” but even death cannot separate our true being of Life, which I believe is immortal, and the friendship of me and Mike the White Marine Duncan, which will somehow, although I can’t explain, and define it, will last forever, not as mortals, for our mortal bodies will die, but immortally.  Whatever we did, thought or stood for, that was “good” will last forever.  Whatever was human at its lowest level, will die, or be refined, and will be eternal and God will preserve that.

We got married at St. Bride’s Church, in South Shore, Chicago, where Obama the President, did much of his work to ‘help’ the Blacks of that racist Black neighborhood.  It used to be wealthy Jews there, but Jews blockbusted South Shore, and made tons of money on selling their homes with government financing and funding such as Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae on the false premise of “helping poor Blacks,’ who seem to be the only suffering race.  My White husband came from that neighborhood and he ends up committing suicide, while Obama helped all the blacks through his racist community organization activity.

My White husband descendent of the Mayflower first White ship in America is lying in a coffin 6-feet under, and a Black man from Mike’s very neighborhood is in the #1 position in the country as President.  Reverse discrimination.  It is said that ‘inalienable’ rights are rights from God that cannot be transferred, yet I believe our White rights were transferred to Jews and non-Whites called (minorities) and have left the White race in a crisis of total extinction, genocide by society’s standards, and degeneration, as my husband died from.  What has happened to my husband, will happen to the White race, and especially the White male who should be on an “endangered species list,” more than any animal, bird, fish, or tree.  Isn’t the human supposed to be of the “highest” intelligence, and yet we allow such endangerment to our White Race.  Where are the “tree huggers,” who will “hug a tree,” but “hate their fellow American, the White man and race?

I remember preparing for the wedding, and having my own party called “Our Wedding Day”, as if it was yesterday.  I was really scared and shy about being the ‘bride’ and the center of attention.  I actually felt ill at work and very uncomfortable days before the wedding.  I started to just run around the block to help ease this, and back in 1969 jogging wasn’t the vogue it is today.

As I was preparing to make out the invitations, Daddy wanted 200 invitations.  He thought the people at work which was a Jewish book publishing company, would all want to attend his daughter’s wedding.  He thought that everyone at work liked him.  He thought by always going along with the flow, and being kind, helpful, and always with a smile, never asking for a raise from the minimum wage he was earning, that everyone liked him.

It must have a greater disappointment to be rejected work, where he spent most of his waking hours, than to be beat and verbally screamed at by my Mama at home.

I struggled with getting that many invitations, for I knew that it would be expensive, but Daddy insisted, confident after working for the same company for over 25 years, and getting little in return.  Daddy thought the Jews that owned Fawcett Books and the people that worked there really liked him.  Hence, they would like his daughter and his new son-in-law, Michael Miles Duncan, son of the companys’ rich Jewish CEO’s chauffeur.  Daddy didn’t work for the money he rightfully earned, but for the smiles of the Jews.  It is odd because today I’m writing to publish a book for my dead husband and then my own autobiography, and they never will get published or read in the World, for World publishing is owned, run, and financed by Jewish publishers, book authors, book agents, and even Oprah the Black decided what books will go on her Book Club.  You can see, how disheartened I am for the total lack of freedom of speech and freedom of the press.

Here is what I found on “freedom of the press,” in Wikipedia.org.

“I fear the newspapers more than a hundred thousand bayonets.”

— Napoleon Bonaparte

Even as far back as the late 1800’s, the Jews bought the New York Times and then the New York World.  To continue from Wiki:

The Universal Declaration of Human Rights states: “Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference, and impart information and ideas through any media regardless of frontiers”

What I am attempting to write may be considered “frontier,” but Truth is as old as the age of time. Just as I was a pioneer in breastfeeding and organic gardening back in the early 1970’s, it was not really a “frontier” for it was sane and had been done for millions of years.  But it is a “frontier” to bring it back after poisons and baby formula with sugar as the main ingredient and 22 drugs, were able to literally wipe out what is natural and good.

From Wiki:

Besides legal definitions, some non-governmental organizations use other criteria to judge the level of press freedom around the world:

  • Reporters Without Borders considers the number of journalists murdered, expelled or harassed, and the existence of a state monopoly on TV and radio, as well as the existence of censorship and self-censorship in the media, and the overall independence of media as well as the difficulties that foreign reporters may face.
  • The Committee to Protect Journalists (CPJ) uses the tools of journalism to help journalists by tracking press freedom issues through independent research, fact-finding missions, and firsthand contacts in the field, including local working journalists in countries around the world. CPJ shares information on breaking cases with other press freedom organizations worldwide through the International Freedom of Expression Exchange, a global e-mail network. CPJ also tracks journalist deaths and detentions. CPJ staff applies strict criteria for each case; researchers independently investigate and verify the circumstances behind each death or imprisonment.
  • Freedom House likewise studies the more general political and economic environments of each nation in order to determine whether relationships of dependence exist that limit in practice the level of press freedom that might exist in theory. So the concept of independence of the press is one closely linked with the concept of press freedom.

I’m going to notify these agencies before I send this, so that my life is not endangered as this following case:

Lira Baysetova is the former editor of the weekly Respublika newspaper of Kazakhstan.

In late May 2002 she found that her 25 year old daughter Leyla Baysetova had mysteriously disappeared. Reporters Without Borders reported that, during the previous week, the editor had been the subject of specific threats following an interview she had conducted with Geneva general prosecutor, Bernard Bertossa (on 10 May 2002) concerning the Swiss bank accounts of several top Kazakh officials, including President Nursultan Nazarbayev.

A week later, the headless body of a dog was found hanging over the entrance of the offices of another opposition newspaper (Soldat), which was set to publish Baysetova’s interview with Bertossa. On 22 May (the day the interview was published), unidentified men attacked Soldat’s premises, beating up two employees, stealing computers and smashing equipment. The same day, the offices of Respublika in Almaty burned down after Molotov cocktails were thrown into the building. On 16 June, a man claiming to be from the Interior Ministry told Baysetova that her daughter had been arrested for possession of heroin and had subsequentally fallen ill. She was not allowed to see her daughter until June 21 when she was informed that she was dead.  The circumstances of the case (and particularly Leyla Baysetova’s death) remain disputed. The local police authorities claim that she was a drug addict who hanged herself with her jeans in a moment of temporary insanity. However, Kazakh television have questioned the police’s findings, stating that no attempts was made to analyze the deceased’s blood to determine if she had indeed taken drugs and that no jeans were presented as evidence.

I would attempt to contact these agencies, but I see that George Soros, a very rich Hungarian Jew is one of the financial backers, so how do I “debate” the Jews and try to save the White males when it is not in the Jew’s best financial interests for their chief competitor to succeed.

Despondently, on the day of Mike’s and my wedding, we saw that the Jews didn’t come to our wedding, where both our fathers worked.  There were all these empty chairs and empty tables as the song from Les Miserables, (The Misery) laments. From youtube.com:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJnjcX8skXk

Only 4 of the possible 400 people at where Daddy and Mr. D worked, showed up.  I know that broke my Daddy’s heart, worse than the abuse he had to suffer at the hands of my Mama beating him.  Yes, African women beat their Black men to work, as our White men on the Southern Plantations before the Civil War may have had to do once Blacks were brought here by rich Jewish shipping magnets.  But, that is no longer impressive, because Polish women had to beat their husbands and sons also to discipline them, and there is no Black that I have ever heard of that was beaten anywhere near what my Daddy’s was beaten in this country.

Mike and I were both scared that wedding day.  Just as Billy Idol sings “White Wedding,” the entire bridal party was in White, me in my gown, and the fellows in White tuxedoes.  There were White flowers everywhere.

Here is “White Wedding” by Billy Idol:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9j6DE6RnSk

Our marriage was not a “shotgun” wedding, as I was not pregnant.  But as the words suggest, we need to start again, to save the White male and I’m humbly asking for your help.  Although my husband said, “There is no help for the White man,” so I’m not keeping false hopes up.  It is said that this illusion of ‘hope’ is what led us into this downward spiral of our race.  Just thinking and praying that it will get better, or thinking Jesus will come down and rule the world and everything is going to be all right.  I think we need to be practical and realistic rather than hopeful superstitious people.  If the White race collapses, the other ones, including the Jews will also.  We will probably enter another “Dark Ages,” as in Europe hundreds of years ago.  Is that what we are going to leave our children in our Wills?

Our wedding day was the beginning of a silent truce between my husband and I that we would be the very best White couple and family that we were capable of being, especially considering our crippling disabilities that had haunted both of us.  Mike was even turning more White than his already very White pale face and he seemed so reluctant. I was the same, and dreaded walking down the aisle, having all these people looking at ‘just me.’  I can’t tell you painful that was.  Suddenly, something unusual happened. As I began to walk down the aisle, Daddy mistakenly walked down the aisle with my maid of honor ahead of us, instead of me.  I had to yell out in the loudest whisper I could to stop my Daddy to get him to turn around and walk with me.

By my having to call Daddy back, I carefully grabbed Daddy’s arm, and the distraction made the walk down the aisle less painful.  I think as I grabbed Daddy’s weakened arm, from being beaten by my Mama, I vowed that I would never have the marriage of bloody battles as my parents had.  I thought silently, even if it meant never speaking another word in my life and practically mentally cutting out my vocal cords, I refuse to repeat the domestic violence I grew up with.  Hence, July 26, 1969 was the first day of a 16 year relationship with no arguments and no fights at all, until the end.

Some women write about the ‘blissful’ marriages and how they succeeded. They are interviewed on TV, radio, magazines, books.  The authors put bulleted points on how to accomplish that.  But they were married to a man that seemed more like Prince Charming, that a US Marine, Purple Heart committing all the offences women get divorces for.    And I was the victim of all of them:  drinking, drugging, smoking, pill-taking, illegal drugs, gambling, verbal abuse, physical abuse, and parent alienation.  And I never raised my voice to him, but was the best domestic wife and partner that I could humanly be, especially with my limitations, which again, was extremely difficult.

As Mike and I were up at the alter before God and the congregation, I heard a voice weeping bitterly in the pews.  It was Mama.  Mama was crying so hard and loud within the echoes of the large cathedral like church of St. Brides in South Chicago, that the ceremony stopped so that she could regain control.  My mother was weeping because Mama didn’t want me to marry Mike.  Her words and curses were:  “He’s a whoremaster, bastard, good time Charlie, card shark, son-of-a-bitch.”  Mama was probably beside herself knowing that Daddy also drank, smoked, gambled, and womanized.  She knew that I eventually would be in her shoes. It is why I never wanted a large White family, even though I’m extremely good with children, 47 nieces and nephews.

When the part came in the ceremony, ‘If anyone here has any objections to this couple getting married, let them speak now or forever hold your peace,’  surely Mama’s tears were a protest of having me, her daughter, suffer in the same manner she did, in poverty, misery and tears.  My mother had no other yardstick to measure, other than by experience of her heartbroken marriage of poverty, where it seemed that everyone was getting help, all the other races, except for poor Whites with large families.  Or maybe it was just the poor large Polish-American White families, as I know Irish large families that fared very, very well.  Surely, Mama’s and Daddy’s marriage was just as happy at the beginning as Mike’s and mine was, until too many children and poverty wore down a once angelic couple.

Needless to say, our marriage relationship was not smooth, yet we never had an argument for nearly 14 years; I never nagged or hollered at my husband.  Some women can brag about their marriages and how well the couple got along, but looking at what obstacles both of us were challenged with, it really was an extraordinary accomplishment.  Today, it is said that between the White male and female there is a Third World War going on. It’s also said that it is going to be the ‘woman’ that is going to have to change.

I think that the U.S. Marines developed Mike though, because he strongly supported all my avant-garde domestic ideas in 1970, such as natural home-delivery childbirth, breastfeeding my White babies to give them the ‘only’ perfect food for humans, mother’s milk, my organic gardening, raising German Shepherds of which we had 52 puppies some of which that were champions shipped around the world.  Our lives were about giving, caring and sharing.  Our relationship was not one of words, but loving actions.  We never said, “I Love You.” We never held hands and he never put his arm around me or kissed me in public.  He was very private about his feelings for me. And perhaps, inside, he too, was ashamed of me, as I regrettably was of my parents, and my sons are ashamed of me.

Having such a quiet, if not mute wife, must have been hard on him since I was so different.  Matter of fact, my White husband’s voice was the only one that was heard in our home, since I didn’t talk, my sons rarely talked, and my dogs didn’t bark!  So whatever my husband said was gold and respected in our home.  Indirectly, I forced my husband to wear the pants in the family, whether he wanted to or not, for I played the role of the very dependent woman, yet we were ‘partners,’ neither one dominating the other.

I let Mike make all of the money decisions.  It happened early in our marriage.  Being so White poor, I really didn’t know how to spend money because I didn’t have any.  So Mike made the choices of where we lived, what furniture we bought, what kind of car we drove, and what kind of vacations we took. (camping outdoors and cheap.)  It is said today that ‘women’ are the driving force of the economy because they make most of the purchasing decisions.  Hence, advertising is geared toward women, not men.  That emasculated White men, since they earn much of the money, but leave their wives, mothers, sisters and daughters to control and spend it.  Also, White women outlive White men, so they spend the insurance money and Social Security alone.  You can’t really blame the White man for wanting to die young.  He has nothing to live for in a consumer driven society, unless it is to give the money to the doctors, pharmacies and hospitals.

At first, I took care of the bills and the finances, for my husband was not only lacking in reading and writing skills, but in math abilities. Then something changed all that.  Michael and I were attending a friend’s poker game.  He was gambling in a card game called “In Between the Sheets.”  It was a game where the dealer would turn over the next two cards and put them along side each other with a space for a third card in the middle.  The gambler would risk what the third covered card would be, and the chance and risk if it would be ‘in between’ the two cards lying face up.  Mike bet the entire pot which was a small fortune for a young married White couple.  He lost.  He signed his payroll check over to the winner and asked me to sign my payroll check over also to ‘cover his debt.’  It sounds reminiscent of what his great grandfather had done in White Lithuania by losing the entire castle and estate in a gambling game and becoming peasants and slaves for the new owner.

I was shattered, as the Lithuanian Princess that was Mike’s great grandmother must have been, to lose her entire fortune. But, life goes on.  Remember the words, “For Better or Worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, ‘til death do us part.”  I weep at those words, because even death has not seem to have separated me and Mike, as I still carry his cross and his biographical story, because I know if I don’t, this White story will never be told.  It makes me angry and bitter to think Jewish women, called Jewish Princesses on pedestals didn’t have to suffer like me.  I read in my research that in Bavaria, the White Europeans were ‘not to gamble’ with the Jews and kicked the Jews out of the country because of the Jews stealing money through illicit gambling.  Today, where I live in Las Vegas, it is totally run and owned by Jews, with a Jewish mayor, for the entire world to ‘gamble with the Jews.’

I think of the Jewish woman who created the ‘Barbie Doll’ and ‘Ken Doll’ after her daughter and son, and how these images have ruined our White race. These images created a very pampered White Barbie Doll, and a very neglected and finally divorced White Ken Doll. This was ‘not’ the image that my husband and I had.  Barbara Ann and Michael were models of character, hard physical and mental work, sacrifice, trials, toil and love.

Well, I thought about my new husband’s gambling. We’d be headed for bankruptcy within a matter of months, and I was frightened at this prospect.  It was tough to be a newlywed.

I was a Jewish accountant’s assistant.  He was on the phone all day with his Jewish wife, Myra, and their children, and his Jewish dad was at the desk facing him. But I did all his work and got paid little.

After we got married, and later found out I was pregnant, I found out that they did screwed me on maternity benefits.  They literally changed policies after I got pregnant.  How nasty could a Jew be to a White Gentile woman that spends her entire day typing, balancing the books for this $3,000,000.00 corporation and I did it every day, every month and every year to the penny. The whole time the Jews were paying me minimum wage.  I did all the work, the Jewish accountant made all the big bucks. I remember well, that even his father, made sure the two young Jewish grandchildren had their college paid for by the age of 2.  Where was the NAACP for “White” people? The NAACP, founded, supervised and funded by the Jews for “colored” people, to rape the White treasury, actually went into the cotton fields and pulled the Black men, women and children out of the cotton fields for they were going to be supported fully from cradle to grave by the White tax dollars, because the Whites asked them to pick one too many buds of cotton, and hence the Whites should suffer for eternity.  Sounds like a Jewish god, not a God of Love.  Why didn’t someone come to my home with my organic garden where my husband and I were slaving, carrying truckloads and wheelbarrows full of manure for fertilizer, wood chips for mulch to keep the plants moist in the hot sun, sludge which is human manure and pee which has been incinerated for our lawn to keep poisons out of the water supply below the soil, plus I breastfed and worked part-time and Mike had a full time job besides. And you think the “Blacks” were slaves?  Do you not have any pity or sympathy left for “White” slaves, or are you burned out of feeling sorry for all the races, even rich Jews, “except” the Whites?

Well, after I found out that the Jews cheated me out of maternity insurance, I confronted the Jews. Something my poor Polish White American Daddy could never do. And I told them to take their company and stick it up their ass. And to finish it off, I turned around and said to my Jewish boss that was slave driving me, “Fuck You, you rotten bastard, and fuck this whole company.”

The company was ruthless. It hired Polish immigrants and barely paid them anything. The Poles were so poor they had to leave their White Polish wives back in Poland and just send them a few dollars to live on.  Most of the Poles didn’t make enough for the plane or ship fare back in 1967.  They worked the Poles non-stop, at least 12 hours a day, 6 days a week.  Yet these Polish men were highly skilled as machinists, welders, tool and dye makers. These Polish men lived in tiny apartments with many, many living in one room, for they didn’t make enough to have their own apartment, plus send money back for wife and children.  The Jews and our government have been rotten to the White Polish People, for the criminal illegal Mexicans not only get high paying union jobs, and tons of benefits for their “woman” who they don’t marry, just have lots of sex to impregnate her for more White welfare.  This country “hated” many Poles, and anyone that has had a Polish cleaning lady, knows how hard we work, compared to any race.  The Jews made sure they kept us down in Europe, and they did the same in the USA.

I told Mike that I cursed them out and quit.  I never cursed Mike out, and perhaps I was wrong, but these criminal Jews that take advantage of Christian White Gentiles because of our religious values, just make “suckers and fools” out of us.  They made a sucker out of me and a fool, but I gave them a piece of my mind.  People in the world, have to bow and genuflect to the human Jewish gods, and as a Christian I bow and genuflect to no one, except God Almighty. And sometimes He and I go round and round. Simply because I’m looking for a purer and higher idea of God, and especially a White God that loves me, my White ancestors, my White descendents, and my White and Polish people.

This company I worked for when Mike and I were first married, was in bankruptcy.  There were three Jews that were the President, Comptroller, and Treasurer.  The Vice-President was a White man, and since the company was always in financial trouble (or so it seemed on the books, which always can be juggled) they were asking the Gentile to supply more of his private funds to keep the company going.  Now all would have been well, except this White man just lived in a Condo downtown, and the Jewish president had a mansion, the biggest house I’ve ever seen. Looked like a castle, with stone on the outside, and high wrought irons gates for protection.  It had two long floors, with a swimming pool and even a large, large room, that one would play pool in with a pool table. Yet howbeit he could afford that home while the company was going bankrupt for the entire five years I was there.

When the creditors called, we answered the phone, and when they asked to speak to the Jewish president, he would not answer and run away like a coward to his Black mistress who lived near the company on Kimbark Avenue.  All the while, he was cheating his Polish White Immigrant employees slaving in the machine shop, cheating me by only paying me minimum wage and doing accounting work and screwing up my maternity benefits, and cheating the vendors who were calling and asking for money.  The Jewish solution to all this?  Go and have sex with the Black Mistress, not even his wife.

There were such double standards that I observed there. For example, they had a Black janitor, that just cleaned.  He couldn’t do what my Daddy did, like carpentry, plumbing, gas pipes, painting, fixing tvs, radios, etc. gardening and landscape, “plus” Daddy did cleaning and maintenance of the printing presses.

This Black Janitor got paid more than I did, and all he did was walk around the office with a feather duster and so slow, one would have thought he was a human snail or tortoise.  Yet, when the Blacks are in Olympics, they are the fastest runners in the world, but at a job, the ones I knew that were maintenance men or janitors were moving as if in slow motion.  Why?  Why did they make “more” than my Daddy with a wife, father-in-law and 12 children to support?

This Black janitor, even as far back as 1967, drove a big black Cadillac.  My honest, White Polish-American Daddy working for Jews couldn’t afford a car on minimum wage, and they never gave him a raise.  This Black janitor was playing fools and suckers out of the government and the Civil Rights had just passed. One would have thought they would have waited a decade or two to rob the White treasury and out children’s piggy banks as they have done now.  The janitor pretended he was divorced from his wife, but still screwed the hell out of her making five babies.  So the Black wife collected welfare for herself to sit home and do nothing but have sex and make babies so their race doesn’t go extinct, and collected on “5”, children, all illegally.  It is probably worse today, because all the welfare offices are filled with browns and blacks and my White daughter-in-law couldn’t even get a breastpump in Longmont, Colorado because of they were all given out to the minorities “friends” and those of the same brown/black color.

Not only did this black man get a salary for working in slow motion, and his wife getting 6 checks from the White treasury that accumulated for 400 years, but he was a drug dealer.  The kind of drug dealer that got my son addicted and destroyed his life.

It was this same Jewish crooked company that I went back to after my baby was 3 years old and my husband lost his job.  The new Jewish accountant new of my desperation and then demanded sex from me in order to keep my job.

What a living nightmare, and here I was a newlywed trying to be happy and take care of my White husband. Instead, I spent all my waking hours taking care of a Jewish man’s accounting, while the Jewish man was conversing with his family all day long.  The Jewish Gloria Steinem really tricked and fooled our White women into the feminist movement.

I was not a feminist.  I was bred to be a wife, mother and caretaker.  I was also bred to work outside of the home so that I would not be a burden for my husband financially.  Even Mama supported herself at a job away from home, while having the 12 children and breastfeeding.  Isn’t that what all Black women do that we all feel sorry for? Isn’t that what the Jewish women do that we keep feeling sorry for the Jewish Holocaust and send the Jews in Israel more money, even though they are the richest people in the world, and got that Holocaust money by lying and denying the victimization of my White Polish-American Christian people during World War II.

I have seen so many pathetic things in business, especially working for Jews, that I can’t imagine for the life of me why our White people want to go to war with Iran in the Mideast one of the Jewish Israeli’s neighbors who are the Jews’ enemies.

A Polish-Catholic nun once said, “Tell me who your friends are and I will tell you who you are.”  Well, it looks like we keep Jews and Israel for our “best” friends, so we must have gotten just like them and we don’t even realize it, we are living in such a daze.

So, to get back to the biography, even though I was an accountant’s assistant, the thought then came to me to turn over to my new husband the checkbook and make him responsible for the bills.

I thought, “Let him see that when one gambles away all the money there is no money for the apartment, food, or even gas for the car.

He didn’t argue, and began to write the checks for our bills.  At first he floundered and put money in the savings but not the checking account. He didn’t pay the car payment which the finance company almost repossessed. But, Mike, despite of his learning difficulties, was ‘dumb’ not because of a lack of intelligence, but a lack of mentorship throughout his trials of his childhood.  I never nagged him, and if he didn’t want advice, I didn’t give it.  It was risky, for it could have destroyed our marriage and money is the number one reason a couple divorces in the first marriage.  Children from the first marriage is the number one reason why second divorces occur.

We lived in the apartment ‘he’ chose.  I remember our first apartment at River Oaks Villa in Calumet City. It was a brand new apartment complex, and I was afraid to be alone. I was used to a lot of people at all hours of the day both in my big family, and then living in the psyche hospital.

So when it was just him and I, I would get frightened. Although a new apartment building, the walls were paper thin and cheaply made.  On Saturdays, Mike would work, and I was off and alone.  I’d sleep a little later, but I could hear sounds around me that made it feel that someone was actually in my kitchen.  I would be terrified that it was a rapist or burglar. I can only imagine the fear these White women have gone through that are raped by Blacks, 37,462 each year, and no one does anything to help the White women or to alert them.

Since the apartment was so small, I had to learn to organize and used the walls for nails and hanging things just as I do today, even though I have 8 rooms and plenty of shelves and storage space in my Mobile Home.  Yes, that is all a widow of a US Marine, war hero can afford.  The cheapest possible rent in Vegas, while even Brown Illegals have $400,000.00 for their Mexican women and Brown children, many out of wedlock, for they like to have a lot of sex, and have us pay for it.  Whites can’t have ex, cause we are exhausted for paying for the Jews, Blacks, Browns, Reds, etc.  Therefore, we go extinct, and cannot even have time to think to save our White race, let alone have good sex and good babies.

And once he took over the bills, he decided to use his Veteran’s Loan to buy a home in the South Suburbs in Chicago.  That responsibility made him work harder instead of degenerating more and just lying back for me to take over.

The neighborhood, of Sauk Village Illinois, was the ‘poorest’ White neighborhood in the state of Illinois, but I guess poor White war heroes that face Jewish Communists on the front lines don’t really count for much.  It was so dysfunctional that when my two brothers who are White school teachers taught at Admiral Rickover Middle School gave me deplorable reports about the ‘new’ school district my future White sons would attend.  My one brother told me that he had to monitor the bathroom for the first school class.  While monitoring he saw White boys coming to school drunk, vomiting in the toilets, high on illegal drugs, or on prescription drugs from their own White parents’ medicine cabinets.    I didn’t realize what this disgusting school atmosphere in the United States of America was going to do to my White sons.

But, love is blind to the destruction of the White race.  We seem to just float along with a false sense of reality induced by Jewish media, TV, news, etc. that everything is all right, while the other races are defeating us daily in all the avenues that mean most in life.  Nonetheless, Mike and I tried our best.  Mike had a good job at R.R. Donnelly’s printing company as a forklift driver.  But, soon he met a man that worked at a company called “Plywood Minnesota,” which sold materials for do-it-yourself rehabbing.  He got Mike a part-time job there after work and on Saturdays.  Mike had learned how to install suspended ceilings, tile floors, and even lay carpeting.  I remember clearly purchasing tools such as an electric saw, drill, hammer, etc. for Mike for his birthday, Christmas and other holidays.  He didn’t get the usual ‘ties,’ but practical tools that preserved our home and rehabbed it beautifully.  He refinished the upstairs of our home, with Mediterranean furniture that he picked out, with bright red shag carpeting, and dark wood paneling.  The furniture was golden tufted and very comfortable which ‘he’ picked out. The only furniture that I picked out were two swivel red/gold velvet ultra-comfortable rocking chairs.  It seemed that I knew in my subconscious that I was destined to become a full time breastfeeding mother and needed a comfortable rocking chair for both me as a White mother and my White babies.  It brings a warm smile to my face just remembering those days.  While Mike would be painting or varnishing wood floors to look shiny and new, I’d be wallpapering, or putting up brick in the kitchen, or sewing clothes, or curtains for our little V.A. loan home.

Other than the traditional sports on TV, such as the Chicago Bears, his favorite sit com was “I Dream of Jeannie,” which he watched faithfully every week on the TV he picked out.  I was too poor growing up to have TV, radio, stereo, telephone, so these items were mainly for his use.  Many people have said that I look like Barbara Eden of I Dream of Jeannie, and had the pleasure of meeting her backstage after her show “The Odd Couple,” for women.  She also invited me to her private party afterwards.

At the time of the show, “I Dream of Jeannie,” it appeared to be a very funny comedy about a beautiful blonde Jeannie, her magical powers, and the man she loved, Major Nelson, his buddy Roger Healy, and of course the “psychiatrist,” Dr. Bellows.  I couldn’t help but think how in real life, my husband, Mike, was the “Master,” and I was his “Genie” and his very wish was my command.  And the “psychiatrist,” was Dr. Rejtman, the doctor that raped me at the Illinois State Psychiatric Institute, and who would soon be back in my life, without even realizing how I was being misled.

Recently, I purchased all 138 episodes of “I Dream of Jeannie.”  I’d watch them consecutively for a couple of months, and since I’ve never really watched television, it was the first introduction I had to the television media.  I had been trying to solve the problem of my husband’s suicide and his words, “There is no help for the White male in this country.”  And, never thought that watching these TV shows would open up an entire new way of thinking about the Jewish media.

I had read that the show “Seinfeld,” was a cast of all Jews, and even behind the scenes, most Jews.  I further read that the Jewish cast would be giving each other Jewish Kabala signs while filming, and the entire White Gentile audience, just thought it to be one of the funniest shows, although the Jews were really doing their own thing during the shows that were sending signals to the Jewish audience friends.  The Whites never caught on.

With that being said, I took a large while legal pad, and watched what I was seeing in the “Major Nelson,” and “Jeannie” show, with a critical eye on how this might be affecting the White male.  I first noted that the show’s creator was a Jew, Sidney Sheldon, just as “I Love Lucy’s” creator and producer was Jess Oppenheimer.  I felt that right from the first episode the Jews were ‘selling something’ but indirectly and subliminally and in such as way that the primarily White audience was “laughing at it.”  I later realized that even as far back as 1967, our Whites have been trained like obedient dogs, to laugh at their own demise.  Not only laugh at it, but to support the sponsors of the commercials that filled the Jewish greedy pocketbook. I even sent copies of the DVD to the Federal Communications Commission, as to how they have let this go on for so long and not to have stopped it over 40 years ago.  I sent an entire portfolio entitled, “Whites are Discriminated by Jewish Monopoly.”

My research led me to this statement that was the opening paragraph to the FCC:

“As early as 1938, the Justice Department’s Antitrust Division ahd filed suit against the eight big motion picture companies – Paramount, Loew’s, RKO, Warner Brothers, Twentieth Century Fox, Columbia, Universal and United Artists for combining and conspiring to restrain trade in the production, distribution, and exhibition of motion pictures,’ in violation of the Sherman Antitrust Act.. Thurman Arnold, the head of the Antitrust Division charged the motion picture business had become ‘an industrial dictatorship and strictly un-American The danger in this country is the private seizure of power.. it is subject to no criticism and no attack because no one even knows about it.  (MOLDEA, p. 46)”

In August 1941 (Senators Gerald P. Nye and Bennett Champ Clark) called for a congressional investigation into warmongering and propaganda in the film industry.(Because it did not receive enough votes in support)… the Interstate Commerce Committee…established a subcommittee to investigate Nye’s and Clark’s allegations… The subcommittee hearings raised exactly the charges which Jewish organizations and industry leaders had long feared anti-Nazi films would bring about: that Jews in Hollywood were warmongers and propagandists and that Jewish organizations abetted their coreligionists in Hollywood.  The hearings added new and powerful rhetoric to the long-time charge that Jews controlled Hollywood and were using it for nefarious purposes, and they gave these ideas an airing on the very public floor of the U.S. Congress.

When I look up “nefarious” as in relationship to Jewish monopoly of Hollywood to promote war, I find the following:

nefarious

Use nefarious in a Sentence

–adjective

Origin:
1595–1605; < L nefārius wicked, vile, equiv. to nefās offense against divine or moral law (ne- negative prefix + fās law, right) + -ius -ious, with intervocalic s > Synonyms:
flagitious, heinous, infamous; vile, atrocious, execrable.

Antonyms, or opposite:
good, honest.

I believe my White husband and son’s father, was “good and honest” and was able to maintain that under the most strenuous of circumstances.  I do not believe the Zionist Jews that are motivating us for war, are “good and honest,” but nefarious in their money making machine the Federal Reserve Bank which is nothing but a bank that lives off of dead soldiers and marines bodies and blood.  Our White men, like my husband, need to be “helped and healed,” until they can be competitive with the richest Jews, and the smartest Jewish, Chinese, Hindus, etc. which are now getting all the “aid” “help” “employment” and highest wages.  Even the Black women are doing so well today, that if they have the same intelligence as I do, they will make “double,” which is “Reverse Discrimination” against a White widow of a US marine Purple Heart Recipient.  This ensures “their” progeny, and leaves my two White sons and offspring, at the mercy of a government whose laws are “anti-White.”

So, the essay was insinuating that the Jews intentional propaganda from Hollywood during World War II, where American casualties were approximately 406,000 according to Wikipedia on-line encyclopedia.  I would think a lot of Purple Hearts were given to White men and now that I look back, were the Jews manipulating the White media to get the Whites to declare war in Europe?  I read that the Jewish banks paid only $.37, not even a dollar for each dead White soldier in World War II.  And the only winner of that war were the Jews who were able to come to the USA where they were banned and restricted before, and the Russian Communists who got ½ of Europe for Jews to control, and keep an Iron Curtain preventing any investigations of the war criminal sites in Poland, such as ‘gas chambers.’  I’m from Poland, and this subject touches me dearly, and I believe that before the Jews moved here to America, they kept my Polish poor people in wars for 900 years for their ‘nefarious’ purposes.  Winston Churchill wrote 6 volumes about World War II, and not one word of gas chambers to kill Jews.  Was that a figment of the Hollywood imagination?  Another major scholar of World War II, a White Englishman named David Irving, read 43 volumes of dialogue that was captured and decoded by the English of German Nazi conversations during the war.  Again, not one word of gas chambers.

I do not deny the Holocaust, I wish to “debate” it but apparently we can have freedom of speech, which is a right my dead Purple Heart husband fought for, but we can’t have freedom of speech when it comes to Jewish or Israeli topics, who are involved in a war in the Mideast with us Americans.  There are men around the world who are in prison, even solitary confinement for “debating” the Holocaust number of 6,000,000.  Even the Auchwitz work camps have changed their figure from 4 million dead to 1 ½ million dead and that figure will be lowered soon. Wouldn’t you want your children to study a history book filled with “Truth” or filled with Jewish Hollywood exaggerations, lies, and distortions to extract land and money.  What scares me now is that the Jews have been wanting nuclear weapons since President Kennedy’s day.  He was very much ‘against’ Jewish Israeli nuclear power.  And before he was killed and assassinated he made that perfectly clear. After his death, the his successor changed that police to “favor” Israel and their nuclear war expansion and development.

We are in a war today overseas, while our very own White man degenerates, deteriorates and is headed for self-destruction at the baton of the Jewish Israeli maestro bent on keeping us in war.

So, as I was watching “I Dream of Jeannie” about two U.S. Air Force men, Major Nelson and Major Healy, I saw the pattern of hatred of White men in these shows.  I was horrified and not ‘entertained’ at what I was watching.  Here is some of the topics I found while watching the so called innocent TV show:

  • Breaking the White male, especially through unsuspecting and non-stop comedy, (like a mind trick that one is not aware is happening.)
  • Promoting homosexuality
  • Promoting lesbianism
  • Sadist-masochist intentions on our Whites
  • Jewish power even higher than God, (and the Jews cannot be questioned or debated as if the Jews are absolute. Howbeit, I can debate the flag, or debate God, but I cannot debate the Jewish Holocaust, when it was really the Polish Christians that were Holocausted and the victims. Look at my Poland today, suffering worse than its entire history–look at the Jews, the richest race in the world.) (Since I started writing about Poland, their economy has changed, Polish White immigrants are fleeing America with its black and brown slaves, and going back to their home of Poland. It’s good. They can have pedigreed White children.
  • Selling pills to women to get them drugged up. (it is said that our White women are in an epidemic of prescription pills, and in Germany before World War II, 52% of all doctors were Jewish.)
  • Drugging the whole country.
  • Liberal immigration laws, to intentionally outnumber Whites, so that there is an ‘anti-White’ minorities’ that compose of an army that could wipe out the Whites in just a matter of time. Especially since even our military and police force has highly trained minorities that are not necessarily for the White Civil Rights, but for their own.
  • The TV show would have Jewish Stars of David strategically placed, as well as the Jewish Menorah that would be camouflaged in wall paintings that unless one had a sharp eye, one wouldn’t detect it. If one were trained to watch for these things, one would see them clearly.  Howbeit, that all the Christian symbols have been removed from the White House Lawn, and replaced with a giant Menorah Jewish candelabra so large it took a crane to put it up.
  • Guns positioned on the walls behind Major Nelson the Air Force Astronaut, all pointing at him, especially after he had already been through some horrific experience the White blonde was inducing on him, as if to kill him and finish him off.
  • The Jews in the show would make statements always of power and wealth in direct contrast to the floundering poor astronauts. These Jewish statements were such as “I want to be Master of the Mideast,” or “Master of all the gold and diamonds in Africa.”
  • Do the Whites want to be entertained as they watch their White race being executed on TV?
  • Bellows in the TV show promoting Jewish psychiatry, a profession that makes the Jews filthy rich, yet never solves the problems it is supposed to.
  • The White males in the ‘comedy show’ are making statements constantly such as “I’m having a nervous breakdown,” or “I want to commit suicide.” Do you think that is sending the White male in this country a very self-destructive message, and is it the White male who commits suicide because of his own self-hatred, or has he been steadily programmed, like my husband watching this show for years and years even in re-runs, that resulted in his final suicide.  Are you laughing your ass off, as we were trained to do, at the demise of our White male in this country.
  • One of the shows is the Jewish crooked lawyer that chases ambulances; is that what the legal field is about. Even Jesus condemned the Jewish lawyers for their “extremism of their love and worship of money at any cost or harm to those around the Jews.”  What about “love of justice,” and this is what I’m seeking for my dead husband and White son’s father.
  • I was read that Jewish comedians would read anti-Semite literature or anti-Nazi literature before they perform, so that the comedian develops a sense of “hate” for the White audience. And if the other races don’t follow this tactic in ‘comedy entertaining’ they will ‘not’ make it, just as I could never make it as the “Queen of Karaoke,” with 142 self-made costumes, because I have come out and spoken the “Truth” about the Jews in Las Vegas, the “Lil’ Israel of the U.S. with so many Jews they have put up 21 new synagogues and temples!
  • Abnormal amounts of pictures of sugar, coffee, alcohol, drugs, White guilt, illegal drugs.
  • Again, with Dr. Bellows the psychiatrist, how could the Jews on TV come up with a funny show where a ‘psychiatrist’ controls the actions of two White men, the astronauts. Is that a prophecy of breaking down the White male, such as Mike’s and my son Mikey was broken down intentionally with alcohol and drugs because he was the White cream of the crop, and the Jews want no competition, even though my husband’s ancestor’s founded this country 400 years ago.
  • And Barbara Eden the star that the Jews glorified, lost her son to heroin, as I almost lost my son to illegal drugs in this country.
  • I’m a background actress and have been in many TV shows and movies in Chicago. So I understand the mentality of using the background to get messages across, as well as the obvious story.
  • The Jews are ‘pro-black,’ and in one episode there is a black chimpanzee. But it isn’t the black chimpanzee that gets hurt, the show ends with Major Nelson who is blinked into the chimpanzee and is being lynched with a noose around his neck.  The Jews make the blacks stars, such as when a black man appears in the show, he is called the “Greatest Entertainer in the World.”  All because the Jews set up a black Jew, Sammy Davis Jr. to become a household name, just as Obama is now, and Martin Luther King Jr. was also.  The White males are almost history, and I can see in the Natural History Museum, the Neanderthal Man, the Pro-Magnon Man, and the White man, in its cases as a species that went extinct, or was driven collectively to White suicide by the Jews and their followers.
  • At the same time that this show was appearing regularly, another Jew, Abbey Hoffman would mass-hypnotize 50,000 White people to defy Police at the Conventions and protest for Civil Rights of Blacks. And every right that the other races have picked up, has been ‘stolen’ from the White male, who deserves better for all his extreme hard work, labor, suffering, even death in wars, to provide America as a home for himself, his wife and his White family.  Now, our home is getting to be non-White, with Harvard having only 20% Whites and 80% non-White including almost 30% Jews.  There was not only no hope for my husband, but even the rich Whites cannot compete any more with Jews, Chinese, Hindus, and my husband couldn’t even compete with blacks and Mexicans who are tightly organized and unified, and have the minority laws in their favor and against my dead husband.
  • Not only was the White man suffering in this show, but the writer of this Jewish show, was constantly depicting the White woman, Jeannie and her evil twin sister with dark hair, to (1) hate the White male, and (2) get her to work so that she can then be a slave for a ‘boss’ rather than her White husband and home. I can name you from my own experience at least 10 White women who not only worked for rich Jews for less pay as my poor Daddy of 12 had to, but these white women had to give these Jewish married men all the free sex they wanted.  It was the Jews that started the sexual revolution to get White women ready to become their mistresses, and abandon the White male even sexually.
  • Paul Linde the comedian was a guest star, and he was homosexual, and he said, “The Jews ruined my career.” Paul McCartney of the Beatles said that the American and European entertainment industry is part of a Jewish religion that one must belong to in order to succeed.  Again, you can see why I never made it in entertainment, when I worship “God,” and not the Jews as if they are ‘gods’ on earth.  And if we don’t stop them, they will appear like mortal gods on earth, because the Jews are dumbing down and destroying the rest of us, while they keep superior practices.
  • When watching the comedy shows and listening closely I found the Jewish creator and producer would use names of the extra characters that had something to do with Jewish history such as: There was a character named “Wedemeyer.” I looked him up in Wikipedia and found that this name wasn’t a random name, but had to do with World War II.  Wedemeyer was responsible for the Berlin airlift that saved many Germans from starving to death, as most of the casualties of the exaggerated Holocaust were at the end of the war, when all ports were bombed, main roads, etc. that left the Germans unable to get food or medicine.  It was how most of the Jews died also, from typhus and lice, and starvation.  But, there was a Communist Russian Jewish man named “Sokolovsky,” who wanted to ‘break’ Wedemeyer’s airlift of food to save Germany from starvation.  Probably at no time in post-World War II history, with the exception of the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1962, has the world ever been closer to World War “III”, than was the period from June 25 through late July 1948.  These are just a very few examples of historical incidences showing Jews as the provocateurs of not only war, but World Wars.  And now we are in the Mideast fighting Jewish enemies, not ours. I’d be more concerned about the invasion of the brown Mexicans taking over our homes, jobs, lands, mountains, museums, schools, hospitals, than the Arabs in the Mideast.  Again, our White man has been kept in wars in Europe and now America for millenniums, and he must now heal up if we are to survive as a White race.  In America, we have “Humane Societies” for animals, when are we going to have a “Humane Society,” for the only minority in the United States right now…. The White male.

So, while I watched all 138 episodes of “I Dream of Jeannie” I was totally depressed to see that this Jewish creator and producer, was using the TV screen that perhaps 30 million White Americans were watching weekly to work mentally against the White race for the Jew’s own advancement, power and to take control of a foreign nation, as the Jews took control of my land of Poland for 900 years.  Do you see the poverty and unemployment in Poland today?  When the Jews get through with America and the White race, it will be the same, if not worse, because the Whites are ailing, drugged up, not reproducing, and don’t even care about surviving as a species.

All the time, I was thinking it was a form of ‘relaxation’ for Mike to watch this TV show after work, and now am convinced it was a Jewish form of hypnotism and was just one of the things that contributed to his suicide and self-hatred. Instead of “entertainment” and “relaxation,” I found myself upset, depressing, crying, and unable to communicate these feelings to anyone for fear of being labeled “crazy.”

It probably never dawned on the White audience how the Jewish enemy would try to bring down the White male, the Jews’ competitor.  But, I watched the shows and took notes, watched another episode and took notes.  And I could see a clear-as-crystal pattern the following ideas the Jewish Sidney Sheldon was using the media to brainwash the psyche of the American public, so that even other races would find the White male a blundering idiot, that they would see the Jews that guest starred always in control, powerful and strong, and that the blonde Jeannie, was the object of the Jews’ affection, since their wives don’t give it to them, and the object of their sexual advances.

Mike and I were not ready for children and worse yet it seemed as if I couldn’t get pregnant for we were not using any protection.  So during the first five years of our marriage, both of us just worked:  me at a machine shop company working for Jews as an accountant’s assistant for little pay and much work, and him at RR Donnelly’s on Lake Michigan in Chicago.

It was 1970, and I’ll never forget the first year that Mike told me that we were going on vacation and that we would be playing “Viet Nam.”  Another woman might have argued or questioned, but I just asked my boss for vacation time to coincide with my husband’s.  “What his words meant by “playing Viet Nam.”  I thought silently, but never spoke.  I was soon to find out what “playing Viet Nam,” meant.  To him, it meant living out in the wilderness as he had lived out in the jungles in Viet Nam.  We each had a Marines’ issued sleeping bag, which was like a being an Egyptian mummy in white wrappings, zipped up to the face to keep warm off the cold and hard ground.  It meant being in Indiana living wild in the forests and lakes.  Mike would hunt for wood to make fires to cook something he brought to eat.  He also tried his hand at fishing, but I think that in the few years that mankind has lived in the U.S. that many of the small rivers are already fished out and he caught very little.  It also meant no conveniences of electricity and toilets, which I just went along with.  After all, it was only a short time, and it was   something that really made Mike happy.  I was just so eager to share in his new experiences as I had very few vacations in my poor life. I had no vacations with my parents and a couple with cousins and sister.  Once, after I graduated high school from Chicago Vocational, my White girlfriends wanted to vacation in Mexico with all the “brown Latin lovers,” like Ricky Ricardo in the Jewish “I Love Lucy” famous comedy series.  But, I had no desire for men other than White race.  And it wasn’t out of hatred, it was out of instinct, just as we preserve the pedigreed of our animals that are our pets. White people should think of themselves at least with as much self-esteem as we esteem our pedigreed pets that we pay so much money for.

As our camping progressed, we eventually had a tent, running water and electricity.  Those outdoor times were some of the best times in our lives.  Some of the places we stayed were Lake Eliza, Lake Schaeffer and Jellystone Park.  Once, we went camping with Mike’s friends, a nice couple that we palled around with.  On this particular occasion, Mike was driving along to one of the campsites, and then it seemed as if he got lost.  He said, “It looks like I’m lost and I’m going to pull in this campground to see if they can give me directions.”  He asked me to get out and ask, and I never disobeyed him, any more than I ever said “no” to my bosses at work throughout my 56 year work history.

I went to the office of the “French Lick Camp Grounds.”  While I asked the lady behind the desk for directions, she was hidden behind a counter where only her head could be seen.  After giving me directions, she came out from the counter, and for the first time I could see her body.  She was STARK NAKED!  French Lick Camping grounds was a ‘nudist colony.’  Well, as she was trying to convince me to have us take a look around, I slinked out, and excused myself.  Boy, did they get a laugh on me.  And I laughed along, but I never forgot that it wasn’t ‘evil’ to be in the nude.

I will never forget Mike’s favorite words, “Let’s get naked!”  It was just said to break the ice for we never did, but even God said to Adam and Eve in the Bible, “Who told you that you were naked?”  In other words, “Who said to be unclothed is ‘evil?’  God made us without clothes, and among Whites there never would have to be such laws against nudity.  It just so happens that the Jews make plenty of money on nudity, and are the Kings of Porn, on the internet, and even the Jews in Israel have enslaved my White East European ancestry in “White slavery” using these women for Jewish Israeli prostitutes.  The Jews deceive the women into a ‘better life,’ away from the very poor Eastern Europe, and then enslave them for all the sex the Jews want, even the Rabbis of the Temples and Synagogues.  It seemed as if a price tag was put on sex for sale.  I personally took art lessons with an art teacher who is in the Who’s Who of Women and she taught life-drawing art, or nude art, and I purchased three of her paintings of nude males. I also went on to model at the Art Institute of Las Vegas as a nude model!  All perhaps, a result of the ‘joke’ on me!

But all of this outdoor life, got me interested in organic gardening.  There was property behind our home and I started to grow tomatoes and vegetables.  Even the Veteran’s Hospital told Mike before he died, that it was the healthy lifestyle I introduced him to with the organic vegetables and eating right that kept him alive as long as he was.  For even though he heavily smoked Camel cigarettes, drank Johnny Walker Scotch, ingested recreational drugs, and swallowed doctor’s drugs and pills, he was still alive at the age of 60, which was what the Hine’s Veteran’s Hospital staff said was a miracle.

Our first garden consisted of many beefsteak tomato plants and a few other vegetables, and Mike was very enthusiastic about the concept of gardening.   Michael’s mother had been raised on a farm along with her three very blonde sisters.  We used to visit there once in a while, where his cousin, Diane, was still working the farm in Edgewood, Illinois.  I was encouraged by his enthusiasm as it was making him very focused after work, and kept him enjoying our marriage and home.   To make his garden even more productive, I decided to take organic gardening classes after work at Rich East High School Adult classes.  But, to my dismay, the teacher had to cancel the course after only a few classes.  She took a liking to me and invited me and Mike over to her home.  She explained that her husband was an archaeologist and he was called on an archaeological dig in the Mayan jungles.  It is very rare, and sometimes these people have to wait years before a dig comes up.  They asked me if I would like to buy their equipment, including a big blue Ford van, canning supplies to can the vegetables and fruit, and organic gardening books.   I asked Mike and he thought it was a good idea. I never made a decision in our marriage that he didn’t approve wholeheartedly.

And so, Mike and I, started to become not just gardeners, but it became a major hobby in our lives.  With the classes came new responsibilities on getting along with Nature, and we had a deep love and respect for the land.  For two Americanized city dwellers we chose and were seemed to be led by a higher power into a more healthy and productive way of life.  And yes, I believe we adapted a “holier” way of life, than the drinking, drugging, gambling, womanizing, and heavy smoking, was husband was used to in the war zones of Viet Nam fighting against the Jewish led Communists.  Too bad we lost to those Communists!  We are all paying for it now. It will cost us our White race.

Michael would spend the week-ends renting a roto-tiller and the soil was very difficult to till the exceptionally hard clay Illinois soil.  But, he never complained, he just did it when I asked.  Since I rarely, rarely spoke, when I did, he was so happy to hear me talk, that he jumped at the chance to make me happy.  I get tears on my eyes, just thinking about that, for I’m not that quiet anymore. In fact, everyone would say I talk too much now. Yet, the Black Oprah Winfrey is said to talk 2 ½ hours every day on the phone to her Black girlfriend, and Oprah is paid millions and is probably a billionaire on ideas fed to her by White people and managed by the Jews that monopolize television, which is not a tool of entertainment, but a tool to propagandize Jewish and Communist ideas.

Mike Duncan loved the land, and it made him feel accomplished to be able to grow the vegetables and fruits, and then to chow down on foods that were picked right off the vine.  The taste of the beefsteak tomatoes was so exceptional that I decided to learn how to can and freeze them to keep the quality of the nourishment and taste for all year long and even through the winter cold months when store bought produce tasted like paper mache.  The canned tomatoes gave us plenty of delicious spaghetti sauce and lasagna dinners.  My daddy that worked for Jewish publishing company for minimum wage his whole life, once got an extra cook book that had a delicious spaghetti recipe with just my own canned beefsteak tomatoes, Italian sausage, Vidalia onions, and water.  I used to put it on rotini noodles, but now that I’m an accomplished chef, having taken lessons at the Cooking and Hospitality Institute of Chicago, (C.H.I.C.) I even make my own noodles:  sometimes whole wheat, or spinach noodles, or basil, whatever I feel like adding to the dough.

I always believed the old adage, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” although I believe our White men are much neglected today.  Many White men just eat fast food, or TV dinners, or junk food.  In marriages, women don’t like to cook anymore, and men do a lot of the cooking.  This lackadaisical attitude has taken a toll on the proper health and nourishment of our young White children.

Even after we parted, Mike said he always kept the same lifestyle by having his own his vegetable garden.

Before you know it we extended our garden to green peppers, squash, cantaloupe, watermelon, zucchini, celery, and herbs in wonderful raised beds.

There was nothing too good for my husband. Once, when I ordered soil for my raised bed, the nursery brought me a truck-load of soil that looked as bad as the soil I was planting in.  I had picked out a deep-colored humus. I asked them to take it back and bring me a better soil, which they did. Mike brought some railroad ties to form a square and we filled it in with the new humus dirt.  Anything would grow in that.

In 1971, the neighbors in Sauk Village called me the “crazy lady” with the compost pile. Now, I’m called the “crazy lady” with the Karaoke costumes.  I’ve always been ahead of the times, but have suffered the consequences, because other people expect me to be just like them, and sometimes I just can’t sacrifice my creativity to please them.  It must have been really hard on Mike to have such an unusual wife as I am, but he never complained…. Until the end.

Well, back to the organic garden, when the green pepper crop came in at the end of the summer, I made a Chinese Pepper Steak recipe.  The only thing is that I put mostly peppers in there and little meat.  Mike was a meat and potato man, and I enjoyed them too.  I think because we have the sharp teeth in front we were meant to eat meat, and unless one eats vegetables in the proper proportion, it might lead to nutritional deficiency.  I even read that if a woman that eats only vegetables, a vegan, breastfeeds her baby, her baby could get convulsions or even go into a coma for a lack of Vitamin B12.  I made sure during the time I carried my White babies that I had a very nourishing diet.  I especially ate things high in iron such as liver, for when a woman has a menstruation period, that same blood goes first into the fetus and forms the body, and then that blood forms the breast milk, the only perfect food in the world for humans!

Anyway, it really hurt me deeply that I made Mike unhappy this one time by not providing him with enough meat, so to compensate for that, I decided to rectify the situation.  The next day, I looked in the newspaper and bought a second hand upright freezer.  I then called Howard’s Meat Supplies in nearby Schererville, Indiana, and purchased a half of cow that was cut up, some meat ground, and sealed in individual packages.  When they delivered it, it filled up the freezer shelves of the second hand freezer.  When Mike came home I took him downstairs and showed him the freezer and all the meat, and it really made him happy that I cared about pleasing him in every way, even the small ways.

Mike and I both liked to save money, it became a habit.  His name of “Duncan” indicates a Scottish heritage, and those White Europeans are noted to be very thrifty.  I used to like to work on needlework projects such as French crewel and cross stitch, and I stitched a hanging picture of two rabbits kissing and the words, “Rabbits got habits; our is LOVE.”  In my heart of hearts, I wanted to believe that “Our Love,” would overcome the bad habits that he picked up in the US government service such as addictions to cigarettes, drinking, smoking, womanizing and gambling.  I was also hoping that “Our Love,” could overcome the depression that came from growing up in a very poor White large Polish-American family, where I still had the scars on my emotions, mind, and soul, although on my White body, I supposed I appeared as normal as could be.

I also stitched him a complicated French crewel foot stool pattern that took about a year.  I lovingly took my nimble fingers, needle and various brilliant hued threads to sew a beautiful, ornate, and paisley-styled patterned cover for a footstool with wooden legs. I wanted him to know that I appreciated his supporting and protecting our family, and that he deserved to put his feet up at the end of the day.

I am sickened by the fact that in our day, a man would work and the family would live on one salary.  Although I worked part-time after the births of the boys, Michael was the sole bread winner.  When I worked at US Steel in the office, the union was trying to bargain for a 35 hour work week instead of 40 hours and White women were staying home to care for husband and family.  With the advent of the Jewish Gloria Steinem and her cohorts, the White women are now the slaves of their bosses at work, PLUS have to do all the work at home.  The quality of living for White families in America has ‘not’ improved, and it takes two salaries for the payments of what used to be accomplished by only the White male worker.  What seems to have happened is that in the last 40 years both mother and father have to work, and their quality of life hasn’t improved.  It seems that the Whites have been working for the last 40 years to see the Jews at the highest levels of income and to have the Whites see all the other races exceed and do well in our country.  The level of the quality of White people has descended in education, spirituality, and physical health.

During our entire marriage, Mike had never asked me out to dinner, even though I really slaved in the kitchen the canning and freezing, cooking and baking, scrubbing pots and dishes, working part-time so that I wouldn’t have to be a burden on him for support.  But, I never asked him to take me out.  I loved every moment of cooking and baking for him, and never complained.  It was a ‘joy’ to treat him like the King or Master of the house.  I never thought of it as ‘slavery’ but as an accomplishment to care for a war hero, who might have been homeless or even dead, and turn him into the Prince Charming he really was.  I knew he was a “diamond” in the rough, and it just took extra love to get to the diamond, when he was sent home from Viet Nam War fighting the Yellow race, like a piece of coal from the Pennsylvania Coal Mines.  I know that God sent Mike to me, and I will always feel that until the day I die and we are reunited, just like my Mama and Daddy are united in heaven today.  Not in a way that their love was strained beyond human endurance, but in a spiritual, perfect, and harmonious way.

It is said that the number one problem in White marriages is money…. Either too much or too little.  I am proud to say that in our entire marriage we never had any money problems, no matter how difficult our times were, and even when Michael got fired from jobs, downsized or laid off, whenever I looked at the checkbook, there was always some money. Not a whole lot, but checks never bounced.

Although Mike liked gas guzzler big cars, I was in favor of the smaller German Volkswagen, and we actually bought a Purple Volkswagen. It was quite a novelty in the South White Suburbs, but we saved a lot of money on gas for him to work downtown Chicago.  It seems that all the stress has been put on the White family, making us run out into the suburbs far away from our jobs, and leaving behind the city with museums and universities for furthering our intelligence and stimulation.  Plus by the Jews blockbusting White neighborhoods for profits from the Whites and government and selling these homes to Blacks and Browns, they make us move to the suburbs, and it requires long rides home after work, adding more stress to the already severely burdened and broken White family.  This is just one of the causes of intentional White deterioration.

Even today, our country seems to have slipped “backwards” about 2,000 years, granting rights to homosexual marriages. When reading the book, “The X-Rated Bible,” one can see how the Jewish Hebrews were so violent, vicious and terrorizing with their homosexual tactics, that it makes me shudder to think we are legalizing those crimes.  Instead we should be adopting methods for healthier heterosexual relationships with marriages, such as taking classes in kissing, hugging, sex, and other “normal” sexual activities, as I had done after I was raped to help myself heal up the wounds of the crime against me.

Mike liked to ride motorcycles and he bought one and used it for just a short while.

We were fortunate not to have any bills.  I got one credit card, but when we sued it, we paid off the balance within 28 days.  Michael was the one who started us on a bank account and we put money in there.  When Mike’s mother’s farmland was sold, received a check for over $10,000.00, and that was a lot of money back in the 1970’s.  he put the entire check in the bank and we never spent a penny of it.  I also received a check for nearly $7,000.00 and put the entire amount in the bank and never bought even a bobby pin to set my hair with.  Interest rates on bank deposits were 16.9% plus the Savings and Loan gave us free presents for any additional large sums put in and we got several.  It amazes me to think of how our country has deteriorated as far as money goes.  When Mike and I were young, a postage stamp costs 3 cents with the Purple Statue of Liberty on it.  It took over two hundred years to go from a penny to 3 cents.  Now, in just our lifetime, it has gone up from 3 cents to 44 cents and the post office is worrying about meeting its payroll.  That is an increase of way over 1000% in just a short time, compared to the 3-cent stamp.

It was only when our marriage dissolved that the money magically disappeared. Mike and I had two lawyers for the divorce, (and I never gave up on Mike no matter what he was suffering from, but a 17-year old hussy stole him from me and this bitch from hell gave him an ultimate. More on that later.)  When they told us to declare our assets we showed them the bank book and they saw over $20,000.00.  Although the divorce should have taken only 6 weeks because I was very generous in 1983, I only wanted ½ of the marital assets, even though I had to start at the bottom of the workplace while I helped him up the ladder at Frito Lay.  I gave him the better car the brand new Pontiac Brougham, and even offered joint custody on the boys.  When it came time for the first trial appearance, I didn’t even have any nice clothes to wear, and my lawyer was in a state of shock that a woman could be so frugal towards herself. She told me to charge up an expensive credit card and buy all the clothes I needed.  I only bought what I needed for the court, other than the farm-like clothes I wore.  The first agreement revealed all that.  And yet, when my husband’s lawyer got the copy of the initial divorce decree, he rejected it and said that Mike was fighting for custody to take the two sons from me!  The two lawyers never stopped their fighting and battling until all the money in our bank account was used up.  It wasn’t just me and Mike that got swindled by the attorneys.  I belonged to a singles club after the divorce and talked to many singles who were treated so harshly by their divorce attorneys that they end up going through two, three or even four different attorneys to find justice.  It has been a money scam and the Jews have dominated the legal field and set the illegal and uncompassionate standard for divorce attorneys, as far back as Jesus’ day when he admonished the Jewish attorney who loved money more than God and Jesus turned him away.  Much of the dissolution of the White family we owe to the greedy Jews who have no heart or compassion when it comes to saving the White family instead of destroying it.

There are fewer Jewish divorces on the whole, because Jewish married women encourage their husbands to have sex with White women and Gentiles, just so long as she gets all the money and his inheritance.  This Jewish behavior started in the Old Testament in the Bible where Sara the Jewess wants to have a baby get her husband Abraham’s money.  She even tells him “I want your inheritance.”  She devises a plot for him to seduce the Gentile maid, Haggar, and he gets her pregnant.  The Jewish couple then says they will ‘keep’ the baby and raise it and adopt it. The poor Gentile maid was deceived and lied to, but she went along with it and was allowed to stay as a nanny to the baby.  So, even though Sara was much older, she miraculously finds herself pregnant with her husband.  She has the boy and breastfeeds it, and once she realizes that the little Jewish boy is old enough to survive and not die, Sara gives her husband murderous orders.  She doesn’t need the maid nor did she need the maid’s baby any more, now that she can get Abraham’s inheritance through her own baby. She then demands and commands her Jewish husband to kill the Gentile maid and ½ Jewish and ½ Gentile baby.  That baby became the first Muslim, and his name was Ishmael, and Abraham and Sara’s baby became “Isaac” like the hurricane that stopped the Republic Convention recently and is considered the head of the Jewish religion.  Although Abraham went to kill the maid and baby, he instead just left them in the scalding desert sun to die.  Hagar, the Gentile mother, not wanting to see the baby die a horrible death, puts the baby under a tree away from her.  The baby then cries out and God heard the baby’s scream and water came gushing out of the rock to feed mother and baby, which then survived.

Well, in order to live simply, I started to go to garage sales, moving sales and estate sales.  Mike and I loved to shop around for bargains, and much of what we bought from then on was used and second hand, including most of the clothes for our two sons.  Mike and I purchased an entire expensive stereo system back in 1972 for only $350.00.  He not only enjoyed the music, but with his new rehabbing skills finished the entire basement for his parties and just to have some ‘caveman’ time to be alone by himself, and I respected him and I never interrupted his privacy.

Mike loved to still play baseball and so even after we were married he continued to attend the ballgames once a week.  He was also a White Sox fan as we were from the South Side of Chicago.  A few times he had baseball injuries, but I quickly healed them because I’ve been trained in spiritual and mental healing.

Well, Mike and I not only enjoyed working in the organic garden back in 1970, but there were other unknown benefits. We were married for five years and I never got pregnant, and we were not using protection.  Then it seemed like after eating the organic vegetables that we grew, fresh, canned, and frozen for a year, I found myself suddenly pregnant.  I didn’t realize it might have been due to the organic foods.  But I later read that “men” that don’t have the healthy sperm to create children, can be sent to an organic farm for six months of vegetables without poisonous sprays, and healthy, natural fertilizers, such as the manures of cows, chicken, or even worm manure which is the prize fertilizer of them all.  Many are able to have children after that healthy lifestyle.  And in our case, I did find myself pregnant.  It was 1972, and I was still working as an assistant comptroller for the Jewish owned and run machine shop, which employed many Polish White immigrants.  It was the same situation as when the Jews controlled Poland for 900 years, and when the Jews came in with money-lending to make Poles rich, the Jews in just a short time end up running the country, as they do ours, and where once the Polish people were the ‘rulers’ and ‘kings’ they then became the slave-workers for the Jews.

I knew when Mike and I first got married that we should have a fairly good sex life, despite all the taboos put on it, and used as a Jewish money maker selling ‘products’ for sex, and not the sacredness of sex that my Daddy and Mama had in making 12  White children for “God,” as they believed.  Yet, Mike collected hundreds of Playboy magazines with pictures of nude women who I thought were nothing more than the cut-out paper dolls I grew up with.  How and why should a man consider that sex when he has a live woman that is filled with passion and love for him?  So when I was getting rid of clutter in our apartment I trashed and all the Playboy magazines, and went out and bought sexy lingerie just for his sexual pleasure.  I also bought the book, “The Joy of Sex,” so that I might learn and please my husband’s sexual needs, which were certainly greater than mine.  Plus, a female of the human species, has always had to worry about becoming pregnant throughout millions of years, so the female has had to avoid sex if she didn’t want to get pregnant. Or like the Jewish women, turn their Jewish husbands on to White Gentile women for their sexual lust and use us as nothing more than White animals, for they are heartless and without mercy and feeling.  Their only concern is to advance their Jewish causes and to take care of their Jewish women and children.

Michael, the White Gentile, Scottish-Lithuanian heritage, was very handsome being 6’0” tall and very well built, not muscular, but just naturally having a nice body.  He had hazel green eyes as my sons do today, and the milkiest White skin that made him not just a “White” man but a “Very White Man.”  For most of our marriage, until the end when the 17 year-old, brazen hussy stole him from us, he was soft-spoken.  He never had to raise his voice, because I and the boys did whatever he wanted us to do.  He didn’t ask for much either, so it wasn’t a chore.  Most of what he accomplished he did on his own and didn’t ask help from anyone.

Mike was balding on top, so he asked me to help him cover up the baldness.  First I would cut his hair, because he was embarrassed, and secondly I would spray this color that covered the bald spot up.  Then one day he came home and said he wanted to buy a toupee.  Back in 1972, that was still unusual for these hair clubs for men were not popular.  He wore it the rest of our marriage, and I never once challenged him, or criticized him, but accepted it.  I was his hairdresser for the rest of our life together. Even when he would be out in the garden rototilling the clay grounds for our garden, or getting horse manure from the farms for our melons and squash, he always wore his toupee. I, on the other hand, wore a hairpiece because I have extremely fine hair, a lot of it but fine. So we were the perfect couple, both wearing hairpieces and we got along just fine without outsiders mocking us for it.  I accepted him exactly the way he was.  He accepted me exactly as I was and with fertile grounds of love like that we were able to grow together beautifully and found solace in each other in this very cold, calculating, and critical world.

I remember clearly when I first thought I was pregnant with Mike’s baby.  I skipped my period, and even though I really didn’t want children after suffering in my own childhood with White poverty, I now was excited.  I mean, my reluctance to have Mike’s baby was real.  After all when I grew up in South Chicago as a White Polish European girl, it was a very different lifestyle than Michelle Obama who grew up in the same neighborhood.  While every feels sorry for the blacks, no one felt sorry for us, as a White war hero, his wife and children, and no one certainly ever felt sorry for my Mama and Daddy having 12 children on minimum wage. Otherwise, the government would have helped us Whites as they have done the Blacks and Browns, and the Jews would have given Daddy at least one raise in his salary in 40 years!  And I doubt if Michelle Obama had the suffering as a black descendent of White slave-owners, that I did as a Polish White descendent of Jewish slave owners in Poland.  Since Daddy worked for a Jewish book publishing company and only made minimum wage his entire life, which was probably 50 cents a hour when prices and the dollar really meant something, and raised a family of 15 on that, you will have to really stretch your imagination to understand how poor we actually had it, and how reluctant I was to bring another White baby in the USA for the only reality I had was from poverty-stricken experience, and I could never, ever let another human being possibly face what I had to endure growing up White.

Since my parents were both religious, it was holy to have sex and children. But the poverty began in my life when I realized that I didn’t have shoes in first grade to go to school.  I felt really bad, because other children always dressed so nicely and I was too ashamed and proud to admit to anyone that I didn’t have shoes for my feet.  The winters in South Chicago were icy, windy, and snow-filled, and I certainly never had boots, if I didn’t have shoes.  Once, I remember using my sister’s shoes who was 10 years older than me; she was 16 and I was 6.  Her feet were full grown; mine were a little child’s.  They were called Mary Jane’s and had a strap on them, so with several pairs of stockings and the strap to hold them on I could walk in them.  But they flopped on me like a clown and all the kids in the neighborhood made fun of me, until I ran in the house and cried for I thought I looked ‘pretty,’ but no one else seemed to think so.

There were times when there was no heat and we shivered in the cold months in Chicago.  Since there was a furnace that could burn things, Daddy would burn anything he could to keep us warm.  I didn’t have a coat to wear during these cold months, because we were so White poor.  Mama working to keep up everything was in such a frenzy in her extreme and supreme multi-tasking, didn’t even realize some of our hardships, and we children never whined or complained.  We had character.  There wasn’t a Goodwill store for used clothing, or if there was we were too poor to even buy clothes or coats from them.  Mama would bring used clothes home from the rich Jewish women, but the Jewish women were dirty and the clothes would bring us lice for our hair and make us plagued with these bugs.  It was the same lice that brought typhus to White Europe in World War I.  It was the same lice that brought much typhus in World War II, which disease killed most of the Jews in ‘work camps,’ not death camps or gas chambers as the Jews have exaggerated.  Further most casualties of the World War Ii were Poles in the Holocaust and not ‘Jews,’ but Poles are too poor to get the advertising and marketing the rich millionaire Jews have available to them even until today.  When we children got ‘lice’ from Jewish clothes, Mama would have to find money to buy Fels Naptha soap a very strong bar soap that kills lice.  Sometimes we were too poor for that and just had to scratch and itch.  Even though we were very clean and immaculate people, we sometimes were too poor for soap and never had shampoo which was considered a luxury for rich people, like the black Obamas from Africa.

We were too poverty stricken to have a telephone or television.  Although once when my brother who was in the Korean War bought our home a TV, Mama smashed it.  Mama was stretched beyond her breaking point, and it wasn’t just my Mama in the United States, but women of Poland that were so despondent over their poverty would sometimes smash all the windows.  After all, the Jews that occupied Poland since 1096 kept my White Polish people in wars, left that country in the disgrace and abject poverty it lives in today, and now that these same Polish Jews moved here, they are keeping our beloved America in constant wars, with a very near eye of going to war with Iran.  How can that be?  I mean, the Jewish media said that Hussein had weapons of mass destruction so they hung him for all the world to see until the audience could hear his neck crack.  And then it was a ‘mistake,’ for Hussein never had weapons of mass destruction. The question is:  Do the Jews in Israel have nuclear weapons, and even from the time of President John F. Kennedy that was the last president to challenge Israel for their desire to accumulate enough nuclear weapons and biological warfare to being World War III. Does that mean our White boys will be sent off to those wars for Israel also?  I recently attended a “No More War for Israel,” conference and my engine blew up and had to get my engine repaired on a highway gas station between Las Vegas and Irvine California where the conference was being held.  By the time I arrived, 24 hours later, I found out that the entire conference was shut down and our freedom to assemble peacefully was denied to us!  As Mike Duncan’s widow, I have the right to pursue my course of Truth, no matter where that leads me, and now with this leader, I am sharing these autobiographical facts from Mike’s life and my own, as surely he must have written in his autobiography(s) which were both stolen!

Our country may be headed for economical disaster.  Up until now, almost all of our people in the U.S. are fairly content and happy.  If the economy collapses, heaven forbid that you people should ever suffer the poverty my Mama and Daddy had to in the 1950’s on.  My White Polish Mama would smash windows frequently out of anger and frustration.  So much so that my Auntie Josie would have an entire attic of used windows so that Daddy could fix them after Mama broke them all in her fits of rage against the life she was living, the lack of respect, and the envy of watching even blacks and Mexicans living better with welfare, homes, and medical than we as Whites had.  It broke her heart, and Mama died a broken woman in America, as well as Daddy.  Our ancestors should have never come here, for when the 1960s Civil Rights laws were passed it was the end of the White immigrant in this country.  The Jews did the same to Bavaria in the 1300’s and were kicked out of the country for ‘phony’ Civil Rights laws being imposed on White Bavarians that were ruining their economy, culture and people.  There is an old Polish song by Lil’ Wally the first man inducted in the Hall of Fame, which starts, “Why do you break all my windows; why do you knock down my doors.”  I wonder if Michelle Obama the black president’s wife ever had it so bad in America being a descendent of farm workers not slaves as Blacks have set the Whites on a guilt trip about.  I think they had it pretty easy compared to me and my husband’s growing up and life in America for my White Polish-American Mama and Daddy and their twelve children.

We were too poor for medicine and even Mama with all her pain was only able to buy a ½ pint of brandy once every few months as relief for her pain and misery.  It was Christian Brothers Brandy and Mama thought it was holy water.  As a family we had to stay well and be careful not to have accidents as there was no money for doctors or hospitals usually, unless it was an extreme emergency.

Although I got A’s in school, I was too poor to have a piece of paper or a pencil or pen.  I would study my subjects by getting a piece of chalk from the Polish nun at St. Mary Magdalene’s Catholic Grammar school, and would write my lessons on the side of a dresser on the back porch.  I would pretend I had invisible students sitting on the steps going up to the second floor, and was playing ‘teacher-nun’ and was teaching these non-existent children I imagined in my mind.  In high school, I was too poor to attend a Catholic school, and went to a public school.   I had to fail any course that required supplies for the lack of funds to buy them.  It disturbed me as I became a teen, because  the black girls in my classes had plenty of welfare from the government, and free lunches, and were not suffering as I was. Matter of fact, some of these girls could make twice as much as I did, even though I graduated with Straight A’s.  When I think of Michelle Obama, who came from my South Chicago neighborhood whining and saying she never was proud of America until her husband became president of the USA I wanted to vomit, for I asked myself, wasn’t she proud of America for taking in Blacks and giving them jobs as farm workers, teaching the blacks about Christ and love in Sunday Schools, giving them homes, food, medical even back in the days when the first arrived as ‘farm workers’ and not slaves.  She grew up so much more affluent than I did, and yet I never complained or whined or practically curse the United States as a former White nation as she did and Obama’s preacher who wrote in his book that the White men should be destroyed and we are very near that now.

I remember once someone gave us a ham, and Mama was baking it.  But, she had a few drinks of the very depressing brandy and start smashing the windows.  I thought she would kill my father, and I was only 9 years old.  What does a 9 year old do to protect her Daddy?  Well, I ran out of the house, and grabbed the cooked ham out of the neighbor’s yard.  It had glass still in it, but cut some off and ate it anyway.  Then I went inside and took the sharp pieces of glass and tried to commit suicide by slicing my wrists.  I threatened Mama by saying if she beat Daddy anymore, I would kill myself and showed her the red deep blood dripping from my wrists.  I wonder if the black Michelle Obama had it that bad in America that everyone is still feeling sorry for them today.  White plantation owners from the South could have gotten poor White people from Eastern Europe, which even the former White Presidents wanted to do, but the Jewish slave traders that owned and ran the slave ships conned the Whites into buying blacks instead of Whites. It cost more for the slave owner to teach the blacks and house and support them, than they were making in profit.  And for this Mrs. Obama whines.  She should be ashamed of herself, but I doubt if our generations feel ‘shame’ or feel ‘respect’ as my family did.

I write this to show you that I had to defend my poor Daddy who was being mistreated and beaten, and I certainly will defend the life and character of my deceased husband that committed suicide and not have him looked at in shame or disgrace.

I do not bring up my own autobiography, except to explain why I didn’t want to have any White children in America, and I certainly would never race-break as Obama’s mother.  I wouldn’t do it again to my German Shepherd dogs, and humans are infinitely higher in intelligence, so I wouldn’t do it to my baby. My White Polish American poverty was too extreme.  Yet, if I didn’t have Mike’s sons it would have ended the ancestry line of my husband’s of the first White English people on the Mayflower ship that successfully colonized America.  But, I was scared about what suffering, poverty, horror and depression that happened to me, could happen to my offspring.

But finally after five years of hiding the fear of having a child, I finally was happy and joyful at the prospect of a baby.  It was a difficult pregnancy because of the constant morning sickness, and somehow Mike’s and my blood were not compatible.  Mike was drinking and drugging and it might have taken effect in the sperm he planted in me and perhaps my body was rejecting it.  In bathrooms in bars, a woman can see a sign big and bold how alcohol could affect the fetus if pregnant, yet nothing is said about men drinking alcohol or taking drugs and affecting the fetus for life. I didn’t drink, smoke, or take drugs, and ate healthy. But, Michael got all those habits in the Viet Nam war giving him false courage to fight the Communists.  The Jewish Jerry Springer does the same thing on his TV show to get the Whites to fight, punch and hit each other.  He gives them plenty of shots of booze to get them angry I’m told. I think that the same thing happened in Europe and now in wars in the United States. Get the men drunk enough to kill, even though the wars are not for protecting Americans.  He should have gotten a Purple Heart for suffering from these effects his entire life.  But even though he drank, he never missed work, and that he was a good provider was what kept the marriage going. He loved to work and never missed it or went late.

I was tempted to take drugs, cocaine, once when I was pregnant.  God was with me though, I’m sure.  Instead of reading the usual #1 best seller book for raising children, by the Jewish Dr. Spock, who controlled and manipulated childrearing, I read the book, “The Art of Breastfeeding,” which had a more natural approach.  Dr. Spock, the Jew, advocated baby formula, which is sugary water for the first ingredient followed by 22 drugs, including acids.  The baby formula he was advocating was actually once a prescription and only used for wives of rich doctors. Our medical field is totally dominated by Jewish doctors.   What a horrible premise to start a baby on!  I had called La Leche for breastfeeding mothers and babies.  Michael was just great in that he shared my enthusiasm, even though breastfeeding was almost extinct.  Matter of fact, Princess Grace Kelly the American superstar who married Prince Reiner of Monaco, realized that by living in Monaco, that breastfeeding was standard there and superior as the ‘only’ perfect food for humans.  She was going to come back to America to promote breastfeeding but was killed in a car accident before her speaking tour began.

I wanted Mike’s and my children to have the ‘best start’ I could humanly give, despite my crippling depression.  People with mental or emotional problems do not get the sympathy or understanding that people with physical handicaps do. I think this is what Mike was up against before he committed suicide and gave up.  No one recognized his crippling emotions that were causing him constant pain, which only alcohol could mask and cover up.

So, once when Mike and I attended a party of a rich army buddy who came back from Viet Nam in a wheel chair.  It was the “Nose,” and the government gave him a stretch of land anywhere in the state of Illinois to build a special home for his needs.  He chose the richest suburb in Illinois, Lake Forest, and the people at the party were pretty rich.  So the cocaine was a-flowing, and they asked me to in the bathroom and snort some cocaine. But, all I could think of was Mike’s and my baby within my tummy and womb. I had read in “The Art of Breastfeeding,” that no matter what I ate, drank, or took in my body as a pill or drug would directly affect the baby, and where my weight might have been 125 pounds, the baby might have only been an ounce and could not metabolize the drugs.  I kindly said “No,” but was ridiculed as being ‘crazy,’ which I got used to my whole life.  I wonder if Michelle Obama, who is now considered the top example in the country for our American women, did she breastfeed?  Or did she take dangerous cocaine drugs just like her husband, Obama.

Over 40 years ago, I believe I found a diamond in the rough.  Surely, there were a lot of inconveniences if not downright legal reasons to divorce my husband, but, I was seeing that the ‘good’ in him was really outweighing the bad.  While Mike and I were together we ‘shared’ the domestic responsibilities.  Mike was really ahead of his time as far as contributing to the housework.  For example, he would do the laundry sometimes, and other times I would do it.  He felt very at home with a vacuum cleaner as he would with the engine of his car.  He loved to barbecue, and we split up the cooking as such:  I did the cooking ‘indoors’ and he whipped up his specialties on the Weber grill outdoors.  We’d share the cleaning of the windows and the outdoors, so that everything wasn’t on me.  Even after the boys were born, I would breastfeed, but when I went to work, I would squeeze out layer on layer of breastmilk, freeze it, and then Mike would heat it up and feed the baby my breastmilk.  He was a champ at changing diapers, and never thought it beneath him.  When we went camping throughout the years, he took over as outdoor chef, and that gave me a break from cooking.

On March 18, 1973, I went into labor during the “All in the Family Show,” that made fun of the White man, Archie Bunker, for being White as if it were a crime.  I never ever made fun of my husband, ridiculed him, belittled him, or made him the laughing stock of the world, as the Jews have done to the White man in the media.  It was about that time that Michael Savage, the Jewish radio talk show host, wrote the book, “The Death of the White Male,” because many people thought Jews were White, which they are not, and he saw that the laws that were being put back into effect, even as far back as 1972, were killing the White male and punishing him endlessly for wars etc. that were really instigated and financed by Jewish banks as far back as Europe and Poland.  Even the Federal Reserve Bank, whose last two chairmen were Jewish, has been said to be a bank that runs on dead bodies of soldiers in wars that keep a warlike economy running.  This bank was put into effect right before World War I, and we have been kept in wars ever since.  I mean to write this so that there will be a time that a White man will never have to earn a Purple Heart again for rescuing Jews, or blacks, or any other race, now that it is our very own race that is dying, and no other race is sticking up for us. If anything, the woman running for Supreme Court, brown Mexican Sotamayor, thinks all White men should be castrated and having their penis’ removed.  What if someone made the statement about this Hispanic woman and said that all Hispanic women should have their clitoris removed, so they don’t have all these illegal immigrants that are taking away White Civil Rights and White Tax dollars to the point of White Extinction?  She doesn’t say Jewish men who force sex on White Gentile women should have their penises removed, or black men should be castrated that rape 37,462 White women in just one year, according to daviddude.com, and whitecivilrights.com.  Yet, the Jews and the non-Whites have castrated the White male and has left our male totally emasculated as they have left me totally effeminized for being a ‘good’ woman.

Well, back to Mike’s biography, Mike took me to the hospital.  I had studied the “La Maze” method for an easier childbirth, but when the doctor broke my bag I went into a frenzied labor.  Mike and I had no real training or understand of what childbirth was all about, except to write a check to pay for it, and submit insurance papers so that everyone on the staff and hospital could all collect their monies.  While in St. James Hospital in Chicago Heights, I wrote on the admission form that I wanted to breastfeed.  Michael honored my intentions as he saw me reading the book on how to give his son the best start possible. Not only that, it would save him approximately $2,000.00 of his hard earned money wasted when breastmilk is free, and the sugary baby formula, bottles, plastic poisonous nipples, baby cereal, baby food, sterilizers used in those days, vitamins because breastmilk contains all the vitamins baby formula didn’t.

On March 18, 1973, I delivered Mike’s baby, and I wanted him named after my hero, my Master, my only love, my husband, Michael Miles Duncan, Jr.  We later named him, “Mikey” after my White Polish “Uncle Mikey” the concertina Polka player.  He was 8 pounds 7 ounces, and a beautifully perfect baby.  Today, he looks like the movie star, James Dean, is smarter than Einstein the famous Jew, for Einstein knew physics, but I taught my son “metaphysics,” which is ‘above physics, which even Einstein didn’t understand.

The hospital that my husband’s insurance policy paid for acted like the ‘nurse’ owned the baby, not me.  They left me for over a day or two with no baby and I became severely engorged in my breasts until they were ready to explode.  I was in such pain but was drugged up so I couldn’t think straight.  I had heard that the hospitals tried to discourage women from breastfeeding, because they all got cuts on the profits of selling inferior baby formula and products.  But, I never dreamed they would do what they did to me.  The hospital left me to become engorged and in pain, until I called for the nurse begging to know where is my baby.  “MY” and “Mike’s” baby, not the hospital’s, or the government’s or the schools, but “Our,” baby. She finally wheeled in a White bassinet.  I leaned over and would have fed a series of piglets to nurse just for relief as the nerves on my nipples were standing on end and couldn’t even have clothes on top let alone a blanket.

Michael was at work, and I didn’t bother him ever to take off for my needs.  Work came first. I never even called him at work during the entire 17 years of our marriage.  His mind was to focus on ‘work’ not on me or the children.  But, what happened next, I really should have told him.  When the nursed wheeled in the white bassinet with a baby, I bent down to lift up the baby and it was black as the ace of spades!  I screamed inside, but since I was so silent and mute, the scream was never heard.  I thought at first that our son might have black blood because when a White person has a baby with a black person the black blood stays with and could come out generations later.  Perhaps, my White husband, who was so very White, White might have black blood in his ancestry.  I questioned the nurse, and she came back and said, “Oops I made a mistake!”  It ended my trust of doctors and hospitals as ‘gods,’ and never forgot that horrible incident.  “No one could be ‘that’ dumb!” I thought.

Well, Mike and I took our son home.  Even though I have 46 nieces and nephews, I was very awkward in handling my son at first.  It seemed like such a big responsibility, but Mike’s strength was there right besides me.  So, the first thing I did was to sit down in the new velvet red/gold swivel rocker and put my breast and nipple in baby’s mouth, and just relax.  In the breastfeeding book, the more one puts the baby to the breast, the more milk it makes.  Mother’s milk is the only perfect food, and doesn’t need extra cereals, or vitamins, and even has immunities in it, so that if the Mama has had chicken pox, the baby can’t get them.  It is Nature’s way of making sure the little baby survives, and infant mortality is still a big problem throughout the world.

Mike never said a word, but went along with it, as it occupied my entire life.  Every hour on the hour and I never used a breast pump.  I could have, but I felt it so utterly important to keep the baby near me, warm and cozy.  I bought a navy blue cloth Gerry Carrier with leg openings and would wear my son around the house sometimes.  Other times, he just laid in the White baby bassinet for Mike and I to just look at. What a marvel of Nature a White baby is.  We didn’t spoil the baby, or constantly rock him, bath him, just enough to let the baby know that he lived in a loving safe home.

Mike bought me a bicycle for one of my birthdays.  I was too poor to have a bike growing up, and didn’t know how to ride one, but I caught on quickly.  I then saw that they had seats on the back of bicycles for babies, and Mike and I both had one to take our sons on the back.  Again, we were at the beginning of this parent involvement that is now popular.  Mike also bought me a very white furry coat, although not real, but beautiful. How grateful I was not having a coat many times in icy South Chicago winters. Since I took a “vow of silence” when younger and wanted to become a nun, I never talked and thanked him for it. But in reality, I never talked, my sons hardly talked, my German Shepherds didn’t bark, so the only voice heard in our home was his! Must have been a very unusual reality for him, but one where he was “King” despite the fact that Jews assassinated my Polish White Christian king in 1200, Christian Czar and Czarina of Russia, book Final Judgment says Jews were probably involved in assassination of President Kennedy. Also, Jews were involved in French Revolution, (Jews love revolutions to pit our race against one another as in Middle East today). Both King Louis and Queen Marie Antoinette were behead for trumped up charges, while all the rich Jews were practically billionaires and not a hair of their heads touched.

My husband wanted a swimming pool, along with the organic garden, so we purchased an above-the-ground pool which Mike helped install.  It was dug out deeper so that Mike could dive in easily as he loved to swim.  Instead of a heater, we had a solar cover, to warm the pool during Chicago’s cooler weather.  We also had a deck built around it, that we enjoyed.  Mike’s ideal week-end activity was for him to barbecue and then swim.  He was so conscientious about cleaning it and taking care of it.  Even if he were tired after work, he never complained, just took a quick nap, and then got up to vacuum the chlorinated water for all of us to enjoy.

When Mikey, Jr. was about two months old, I took him to the YMCA to become a champion swimmer.  It was called diaper swim.  It was a series of lessons to teach the baby how to stay underwater and to swim to the edge of the pool and grab on for safety if the baby ever fell it.  I was shocked when the teacher finally got to that session, for the beginner sessions were just getting the baby used to the water. She told the mothers to get into the deep water and just doggie paddle. She then took Mikey, Jr., only an infant, and threw him in the water. He was to go to the bottom and then come up by himself.  I was nearing a heart attack, for I couldn’t even imagine in my wildest dreams that a baby would naturally hold its breath and rise to the top.  It certainly overcame many of my “learned fears,” about what babies were capable of, and that was back in 1973.  Since I was right there, when Mikey Jr. popped up from the bottom, I put my arms around him and guided him to swim to the side of the pool.  The reason the YMCA did that was so that if the baby fell in accidentally, it is possible the baby would remember and swim to the side and save itself!

And safe it was, because it was long after Mikey was born, that Mike and I decided to become pedigreed German Shepherd dog breeders.  It happened by accident.  The German Shepherd male we had became aggressive after Mikey was born, and I was afraid he might bite the baby.  The female was fine and gentle. The male dog was a mutt, without papers, and didn’t have a good temperament around children.  So when I was selling the puppies one year, I sold the male dog, “Boo,” (similar to the name that President Obama named his mutt dog, “Bo,” only with 2 “o’s” instead of one.)

Mike and I originally got Queenie, the female, from a lady I worked with before I had our baby.  Queenie had beautiful pedigreed papers, but the owners thought she was mischievous and kept her tightly chained and choked around her neck attached to a bed post.  The owners were going to put her into a gas chamber, but when I heard of it, I went to rescue the dog.  So we took her in.  She was rather destructive, chewing up the house, but, I lost only a few shoes, and then she calmed down.  I started to give her big huge cow bones to gnaw and bite down on, for surely she was teething.  She turned out not only to be a ‘good’ dog, but a great dog.

So, Mike and I decided to have her mated one last time. Mike was always the father in the breeding process.  He would stay with Queenie when she was delivering the puppies, and he would make sure that each puppy had enough milk.  He learned that going by his cousin, Diane, who had a farm as he was growing up.  Mike also made sure that the bigger puppies didn’t crowd out the poor weakling puppy that didn’t have enough strength to get to Mama Queenie’s nipple.

One year, Mike and I decided to let Queenie have one more litter, only this one was going to be the best, the highest level of breeding that we could give her. So instead of mating with the mutt German Shepherd, we took her to a breeding kennel in Blue Island Illinois. We paid $250.00 for Queenie to mate with a champion stud.  So Mike and I got Queenie ready for her mating with a pedigreed.  I got my Kirby Vacuum cleaner which had a rubber attachment for sucking out door hair, and had her hair all groomed.  I fed her well, gave her a real raw and bloody cow bone for her pretty White teeth, and Mike got her in the back seat of our car.

When we got to the breeder, we positioned Queenie, paid the money, and was told that we would get “2” mating sessions only. If they didn’t take, they were not responsible, since every mating does not mean there will be puppies produced.  And then the breeder’s male came out.  His name was Von Sherpa, and he was a magnificent specimen of an animal. I was totally impressed at how specialized breeding could result in different forms of animals.  Von Sherpa the German Shepherd had the clearest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. His doggy-hair must have been treated with a conditioner for it was as smooth as silk.  His ears pointed up, in complete poise, strength and confidence. His chest stuck out like a male peacock when he spreads all his multi-color feathers of blue and green.  Above all, he was all prepared to mate with Queenie who was in heat and he had the scent of her blood in his fine, strong, long nose.  He mounted her, and Mike held Queenie firmly so she wouldn’t run away as she was scared by all the attention and the strangers around her, especially a male dog that she had never laid eyes on before.

Michael and I took Queenie the dog home, and she indeed was pregnant. And what a litter!  She had 13 puppies.  That would be 5 more than any of her other litters with the mutt German Shepherd.  Mike was again a pro at handling the dogs.  How patient and loving Michael was, for such a strong big US Marine.  Queenie only had 8 nipples, and with me breastfeeding Mikey, Jr. and only having 2 nipples, I guess one might lightheartedly say that I had “nipple envy!”  But, Mike, Sr. would again make sure that all the puppies would get fed.  He would take off the really big ones that because of their sheer size and strength would push away the runts or weaker ones.  He would grab the runt and with the force of his hand, push the bigger ones aside, and let the little skinny puppy get all the milk it wanted, while he put the bigger puppies outside to run and play.  He actually saved their lives that way, although 2 died anyway, but 11 pedigreed German Shepherd Puppies lived.

We had 14 dogs all total guarding our home, and living in a crime-infested area in the poor South Suburbs of Chicago, we needed them. No one ever went to rob us.  Not like when I moved to downtown Chicago after Mike wandered off, and I was robbed of my purse 9 times in 9 years, the crooks stole my karaoke television, microphone and CD’s, my home was burglarized, the thieves broke my car windows 3 times during my stay there. And yes, even Mike, Sr.’s autography about what it was like to be White and homeless in Chicago was stolen not just ‘once’ but ‘twice.’  That is why I’m writing this little autobiography for him.  And especially with the tone of voice I know he would be screaming with. Even with his anger for Jews, otherwise he wouldn’t have beaten up the Jew boy every day after school, if he wasn’t provoked after the suicide of his own dear Mother, Bernice.  Plus his anger at the Jewish boy who grew up and stole his girlfriend and screwed her while Mike was in Viet Nam and wrote him a Dear John letter.  Mike would not only totally approve of my writing exposing the Jews, but he is typing the very keys through his spirit and my memory and love for him.  To truly ‘love’ a husband, a woman needs to cast out all other men in her love and give her devotion to just one man. With the Jews coming on so strong in my life, and the propaganda I’m getting that White men are ‘no good,’ I feel it my wifely responsibility to expose the Jews and to warn those in charge to help me ‘save the White male.” After all, wasn’t George Washington, First President of the United States a White man, who gave out the first Purple Heart?

Here is an excerpt what George Washington, administrator of the Purple Heart said about the Jews:

What
George Washington
and
Benjamin Franklin
said about the Jews

George Washington
(‘Maxims of George Washington’ by A. A. Appleton & Co.)

“They (the Jews) work more effectively against us, than the enemy’s armies. They are a hundred times more dangerous to our liberties and the great cause we are engaged in . . . It is much to be lamented that each state, long ago, has not hunted them down as pest to society and the greatest enemies we have to the happiness of America.”

George Washington

Benjamin Franklin
(This prophecy, by Benjamin Franklin, was made in a “CHIT CHAT AROUND THE TABLE DURING INTERMISSION,” at the Philadelphia Constitutional Convention of 1787. This statement was recorded in the dairy of Charles Cotesworth Pinckney, a delegate from South Carolina.)

“I fully agree with General Washington, that we must protect this young nation from an insidious influence and impenetration. The menace, gentlemen, is the Jews.
In whatever country Jews have settled in any great number, they have lowered its moral tone; depreciated its commercial integrity; have segregated themselves and have not been assimilated; have sneered at and tried to undermine the Christian religion upon which that nation is founded, by objecting to its restrictions; have built up a state within the state; and when opposed have tried to strangle that country to death financially, as in the case of Spain and Portugal.

For over 1,700 years, the Jews have been bewailing their sad fate in that they have been exiled from their homeland, as they call Palestine. But gentlemen, did the world give it to them in fee simple, they would at once find some reason for not returning. Why? Because they are vampires, and vampires do not live on vampires. They cannot live only among themselves. They must subsist on Christians and other people not of their race.
If you do not exclude them from these United States, in their Constitution, in less than 200 years they will have swarmed here in such great numbers that they will dominate and devour the land and change our form of government, for which we Americans have shed our blood, given our lives our substance and jeopardized our liberty.

If you do not exclude them, in less than 200 years our descendants will be working in the fields to furnish them substance, while they will be in the counting houses rubbing their hands. I warn you, gentlemen, if you do not exclude Jews for all time, your children will curse you in your graves.
Jews, gentlemen, are Asiatics, let them be born where they will nor how many generations they are away from Asia, they will never be otherwise. Their ideas do not conform to an American’s, and will not even thou they live among us ten generations. A leopard cannot change its spots. Jews are Asiatics, are a menace to this country if permitted entrance, and should be excluded by this Constitutional Convention.”

Benjamin Franklin

Peter Styvesant
(Letter to the Amsterdam Chamber of the Dutch West India Company, from New Amsterdam, September 22, 1654.)
( 17th century Dutch governor in America.)

“The Jews who have arrived would nearly all like to remain here, but learning that they (with their customary usury and deceitful trading with the Christians) were very repugnant to the inferior magistrates, as also to the people having the most affection for you; the Deaconry also fearing that owing to their present indigence they might become a charge in the coming winter, we have, for the benefit of this weak newly developing place and land in general, deemed it useful to require them in a friendly way to depart; praying also most seriously in this connection, for ourselves also for the general community of your worships, that the deceitful race – such hateful enemies and blasphemers of the name of Christ – not be allowed further to infect and trouble this new colony.”

Peter Styvesant

Thomas Jefferson
(18th century American statesman)

“Dispersed as the Jews are, they still form one nation, foreign to the land they live in.”

Thomas Jefferson (D. Boorstin, THE AMERICANS)

“Those who labor in the earth are the Chosen People of God, if ever he had a chosen people.”

Thomas Jefferson (NOTES ON VIRGINIA) clilist.htm

http://www.biblebelievers.org.au/clilist.htm

If you look at this website, you will see that in the Clinton administration our entire government was being run by Jews. Not only that, the Clintons had ‘sleep overs’ and perhaps ‘sex parties’ and we know President Clinton smoked drugs, as our last Whtie President Bush took cocaine, and our black President Obama took cocaine, and the Clintons let the Jews sleep over night in “Lincoln’s bedroom,” for $1,000.00 of fund raiser’s money for the Democrat party.  Is that a pre-condition that our President, the chief head of state, be a drug-user. Furthermore, is this war in Afghanistan where we are sending our boys and men a war to keep the poppies and heroine flowing?  Are we as Americans the illegal and legal drug lords of the world, and is that what my husband got his Purple Heart for?  Are we in the Mideast to protect first the White settlers of this nation, or to protect the Jewish interests in their quest for war with their neighbors?  The entire Old Testament is filled with Jewish Hebrews wars with their neighbors.

My own Polish White Mama said that the Democrat party is the “party of war,” and I believe even though the Republicans started the Iraq war, it will be the Democrats that will deliver our White males into war in Iran and World War III, and we must stop this madness.

In looking up the Purple Heart I find in Wikipedia that:

The original Purple Heart, designated as the Badge of Military Merit, was established by George Washington—then the commander-in-chief of the Continental Army—by order from his Newburgh, New York headquarters on August 7, 1782. The actual order includes the phrase, “Let it be known that he who wears the military order of the purple heart has given of his blood in the defense of his homeland and shall forever be revered by his fellow countrymen.”

The Purple Heart award is a heart-shaped medal within a gold border, 1 38 inches (35 mm) wide, containing a profile of General George Washington. Above the heart appears a shield of the coat of arms of George Washington (a white shield with two red bars and three red stars in chief) between sprays of green leaves. The reverse consists of a raised bronze heart with the words FOR MILITARY MERIT below the coat of arms and leaves.

In Egyptian mythology, the heart portion of the soul was weighed in a balance against the feather of Ma’at, symbolizing truth, in the judgment of the dead in the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Egyptian sources do not actually reveal whether the heart had to be lighter than the feather for the deceased to pass into paradise – all depictions show only the weighing of the heart, not the actual results, heavier or lighter.

Heart (symbol)

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Traditional European heart symbol.

The heart has long been used as a symbol to refer to the spiritual, emotional, moral, and in the past also intellectual core of a human being. As the heart was once widely believed to be the seat of the human mind, the word heart continues to be used poetically to refer to the soul, and stylized depictions of hearts are extremely prevalent symbols representing love.

Similarly, in the Bible, this idea emerges in the earliest passages; Genesis 6:5 situates the thoughts of evil men in their hearts, and Exodus 5 through 12 speak repeatedly of the Lord “hardening Pharaoh’s heart.”

*You can find more about the Ma’at the goddess of the heart and soul at:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ma%27at

You will also see in the article about Ma’at that the Egyptians, from the Mideast, had a lengthy code of ethics, that I think I can say that my husband, Mike the White Marine lived up to all 42 of them, except when he went to war, and since we were fighting the Communists who destroyed Christianity, God, churches, and nearly 100,000,000 people so far, and perhaps are even influencing our government today, his fighting was justified and righteous.

Well, back to Mike Duncan’s autobiography.  Although I never saw Mike with a gun, he did provide “extreme” protection for our family, we had as many as 14 German Shepherds at a time, in our Sauk Village, Illinois backyard, at 22489 Yates.  The lady that ran the kennel from Blue Island, Illinois came to buy one, and she was so impressed with our ‘superior and superb’ breeding, treatment and condition of the puppies sired by Von Sherpa that she bought the entire litter and shipped them around the world as ‘champions’ in crates.

During our marriage, Michael was never violent, at least not until the end, when he just started to cave in from all the addictions, pain, from war he was handling.  Also, I never gave him reason to be violent, as his wish was my command, just as ‘my’ wish was his command. We were partners, and not two separate individuals.  Perhaps, if we both hadn’t brought so much White baggage and prior suffering to our own relationship, we would have had 14 children like my White Polish Grandma and Grandpa, Helen and Matteusz Kopaczewski or 12 White Polish children like my Daddy and Mama, Joe and Anna Rose Nowak.  But, I was satisfied with our one child.

The only violence we had during that time came about from a ‘kind’ deed I wanted to do for my husband, Michael. Back in 1976, our organic gardening was just flourishing so beautifully I just had to call the newspaper near Chicago and let them know how “proud” I was of my husband and all the toil, work, and sweat he put into working the land after his regular job.  So I called the Chicago Heights Star newspaper and then sent out a photographer, for they were impressed that I could grow lovely watermelons in a northern colder climate.

When the reporter and photographer showed up they wanted to take ‘pictures of me,’ and interview ‘me,’ but I quickly and lovingly corrected them. This is ‘not’ about ‘me’ but about ‘my husband.’  Surely, I had worked and White slaved too, but I wanted him to get ‘all the credit and publicity.’  They were insistent that I be included, but I said firmly “No, this is for him.” So they finally agreed, and wrote up an article and the picture they took was of him in the garden with the watermelons, and our little son Mikey was also around. They published it on the front page of the home section.

I was always doing things like that to ‘uplift’ him and make him feel good.  I remember the time when I ordered children’s books for my White son to read.  I knew my husband didn’t read very well, so I thought if I would buy these special personalized books that inserted his name in them, he could read them to our son after work.  The books would actually mention Mike Sr.’s name as Daddy Mike, and our son’s name of Mikey in the text.  So while I was finishing up dinner for them, he would sit in his recliner and read to our son after work.  It really was the beginning of bonding them.

Another bonding for Mike, myself and our sons, was when I purchased the blue cloth Gerry Carrier with the leg openings.  Mike was happy to give me some free time away from the baby.  Since I was breastfeeding I was on call 24/7 to supply white bluish mother’s milk to my infant.  So there were times when Mike would actually tie Mikey as a baby on his back, and we would hike with the dogs out in the meadows and enjoy the outdoor fresh air and family togetherness with each other and with Nature.  I introduced all these ideas to Mike in the early 1970’s and he not only didn’t argue, but he loved it.  He could have been lying in bed in a drunken stupor, or drugged up to oblivion, or chasing around with other women for they found him attractive and irresistible, or even gambling at poker parties, but he started to let all that intentional self-abuse that was hurled at him from our country during the war, and instead, chose a lovely family life, with entertaining at home.  I shudder to think how difficult that was for him, yet he “remained” silent about his difficulties. Sometimes I think all of our rights are being stripped from us as White people and the only right we have left is the “right to remain silent.”

Mike was the life of the party, and his famous words were “Let’s Get Naked.”  So, when he started his job at Frito-Lay, he became not only the warehouse manager, but the entertainment director for the Frito-Lay branch.

Mike was a superb boss and way ahead of his time, just as I was way ahead of my times in breastfeeding, natural home-delivery childbirth and organic gardening.  I myself have had over 45 years in business and was a leader in the Quality Movement at Roadway Express the top transportation company in the world, and I know about ‘bonding’ with employees and coming up with ideas to make employees happy. Mike didn’t need a $35,000.000.00 Quality Movement to teach him, as the Japanese and Chinese have adopted.  It was ‘common sense’ to him, and love for his employees, which cannot be taught, but felt and lived and sacrifice for.

So, it was his intention to bring his employees together at parties at our home. I’ll never forget one party he had was on New Year’s Eve near Chicago.  The weather was so cold that our pipes in our home froze.  He started to call his employees to tell them not to come because we had no water and could not use the bathroom. But the employees, family and friends were just dying to come and be with us and begged him to still have the party, without running water.  And so Mike came up with this idea:  Ask the next-door neighbors to join our party and if anyone had to use the bathroom they could go next door. And believe it or not, it worked, and we made new friends with our neighbors.

His favorite rock group, was “Fleetwood Mac.”  After he bought the used extensive stereo system we turned our newly rehabbed basement into a nightclub.  Here is a youtube.com video of “You Can Go Your Own Way,” by Fleetwood Mac, with Stevie Nix.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjh5M-PuBRs. (The little stool the guitarist has his foot on is nearly exactly like the one I made for my husband. The top had a fabric of linen and paisley swirls which I embroidered with a very fine stitch called French Crewel. It took me over a year to finish it’s exquisite sewing art.   It is a magnificent guitar performance as well as costume, singing, and band combo.  Three of my brothers in my large family of 12 White Polish children played the harmonica, accordion, drums, guitar, sing, write lyrics, and compose melodies, so I enjoyed Mike’s selection of music, and he was “King of the Stereo Equipment” and at parties we listened to ‘his’ choice of music, which everyone loved.

Mike used to put his headphones on in the late 1970’s and just listen to his music in his ‘cave’ room in the basement when he needed alone time.  I remember also, when I was having natural childbirth at home with a mid-wife, Doctor Mayer Eisenstein who is Jewish and a nurse, that during my screaming, for I didn’t have drugs and was delivering a 10 pound White baby boy, Mike blocked out the sounds by listening to his favorite music.

Michael would have parties for his employees and play Fleetwood Mac all night long, over and over again. And his employees would dance, sing, and just bond together, making it easier for them to get along with at work.  It gave Mike a chance too, to get to know his employees better and have them seem him in a non-work environment.  They all loved him without exception.  I never heard one bad word from any of his employees or bosses about Mike’s performance or his relationships at work.

Another of Mike’s favorite songs was by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson, Country singers.  Mike liked all White music, and do not know of one black song in his collections when we were married.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbt1pXsOh9w  I chose this version, because the others didn’t have good sounding quality and I like the South and so did Mike, judging by the volume of Country Music he played.  It’s called “Good Hearted Woman Loving a Good Timin’ Man,” and these words fit me and Mike perfectly. He was the Good Timin’ Man, and I was the Good Hearted Woman.  Here are the lyrics:

A long time forgotten the dreams that just fell by the way
The good life he promised ain’t what she’s livin’ today
But she never complains of the bad times
Or the bad things he’s done, lord
She just talks about the good times they’ve had
And all the good times to come

(She’s a good hearted woman in love with a good timin’ man)
She loves him in spite of his ways she don’t understand
(With teardrops & laughter they pass through this world hand in hand)
(A good hearted woman, lovin’ a good timin’ man)

He likes the bright lights and night life and good time friends
And when the party’s all over she’ll welcome him back home again
Lord knows she don’t understand him but she does the best that she can
A-this good hearted woman, lovin’ a good timin’ man

(key change up)

(She’s a good hearted woman in love with a good timin’ man)
(She loves him in spite of his ways she don’t understand)
(With teardrops & laughter they pass through this world hand in hand)
A good hearted woman, lovin’ a good timin’ man

(She’s a good hearted woman in love with a good timin’ man)
She loves him in spite of his ways she don’t understand
(With teardrops & laughter they pass through this world hand in hand)
A good hearted woman, lovin’ a good timin’ man

Another one of Mike’s favorite parties was having a softball game out in the field behind the house, where we’d all play baseball and then eat at a pot-luck dinner. I felt so wonderful, for the first time in my life, to have a home and family, I could be proud of. I was very ashamed of growing up White Polish and poverty stricken. I guess I heard one too many “Dumb Polak,” jokes.  I’m glad for my deep writing to the media of 15,000+ pages though, because now I “love” my parents and respect their utter sacrifice in their White family of 15 while Daddy only made minimum wage, and Mama worked full time and breastfed all of us.  I think Mama and Daddy were raising us by European’s standards and American standards seemed to be very anti-European heritage.

The baseball parties were always accompanied by fresh organic produce from the garden for all to share and enjoy.

Although Mike was fired by a couple of jobs, he finally found a good home at Frito Lay.  He was the manager at the warehouse and big organizations like good family men.  Despite the drinking, he never missed work or was tardy.

I, as his White wife, never called him at work, because I felt I should be able to handle “everything” at home, including the children, and not bother him so he could focus his attention on being the best businessman he possibly could be.

I remember clearly the only call I made to him at work.  We were raising the German Shepherds, and once when my female dog, Queenie, was mating outside with the male dog, Boo, her first husband, they got stuck together! The dogs walked together, almost as if one animal with two heads and 8 legs. And they were crying and whelping as if they were embarrassed and helpless.  I was shocked.  I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t call the police on me and Mike with all the mating that was going on between the dogs.  We always kept the dogs outside when Queenie was in heat, so as not to bleed on the rugs with her period.

Michael was startled at this call from me, as it was the only one in 16 years.  He immediately comforted me and told me not to worry.  He was a man of few words, but many actions, and he raced him to find the dogs still attached from having sex.  He took a hose of cold water sprayed at them, and immediately the male fell out of Queenie’s vagina.  It surely produced a wallop of a litter, and Boo’s sperm made Queenie have a litter of 11 puppies after that doggie experience.

It was really a very full and wonderful life.  Mike and I having babies, which I breastfed for over 3 years each one, raising champion German Shepherd dogs, toiling away in the organic garden and eating fresh produce, Michael going up the ladder at Frito Lay and being a wonderful manager.  We had no money problems, and Michael was King of 22489 Yates Avenue in Sauk Village Illinois.

I was still searching for answers to my depression problems, and tried many therapies, including Gestalt Therapy, Primal Therapy like the Beatles went through, and the hospital, doctors, pills, meditation, yoga.  Mike never lost his patience; I believe he only wanted to see me well.

Michael had a party where he invited his friends, including our best friends, Nose and Pam his wife.  Nose was in the wheelchair from Viet Nam, and Pam married him after being his nursemaid for a while.  The weather was very bad that night, with cold, snow and ice covering Chicago roads.  Nose and Pam slept overnight, for Nose had to use hand controls for the car to compensate for the fact that he had no feelings in his legs, they were dead.  Pam slept upstairs on the couch, and Nose, unable to get up all the stairs, slept in the rec room down stairs.

We all went to sleep for the night, including our 3-year old son, Mikey.  But, during the night, something awoke me from a clear, deep sleep.  I leaned over to find my husband and he was gone.  Suddenly, I woke up and walked around and found my husband on top of Nose’s wife, Pam, and I literally screamed out loud. It was the first time in our marriage that Iost my temper. Something similar had happened at a party he had when we first got married.  Unlike the Jewish women who not only condone this but force their husband on White Gentile women, I became unglued.

They stopped what they were doing, and I screamed at all of them to leave my home immediately.  As far as I remember though, he was not having actual sex with the Pam, but was making out with her and on top of her.  This had been the third time I caught him in the arms of another woman.  Yet, he learned this freedom of chasing women in Viet Nam where the yellow-raced Asians threw themselves at him in hopes of either money or citizenship as a White man’s wife.

Abruptly, the three of them left, and I was at the end of my rope with what I could withstand in the marriage.  I could see Nose’s red convertible leave the driveway.  Mike was gone for several days, and I never heard from him.  He didn’t call.  Since I was too White poor to have a telephone growing up, he was never able to call me, so that is another reason why he didn’t call me either.

Then he came home and apologized and asked for forgiveness.  I was angry, but I knew that this was the third time it happened.  Our relationship was at an all time low but we again resumed our relationship with some good make-up sex and life went on as usual.

A few days later, Mike came home and apologized, and I forgave him and we never discussed this episode again. But it was then, that the quit hanging around with other Veteran’s that were being pumped up with legal and illegal drugs.

Michael decided to go back to school to use his Veteran’s Benefits for an Associates degree at the local community college. He got a small amount of money from the government for Veteran’s, but it wasn’t enough to live on.  So I decided to see if I could go back to work where I was employed before at Production Tool Corporation as an accountant’s assistant for five years.  It meant that I had to stop breastfeeding suddenly, but I felt over 3 ½ years was long enough.

It was 1976, and I was about to enter a sinister web that even Jewish Hollywood couldn’t imagine.  Michael wanted to stay out of work, while he started to take these evening courses and he would watch Mikey Jr. during the day.  I was happy that my old job was willing to hire me so suddenly.

But, I became very leery and frightened at this prospect.  There was a new accounting manager at this company, a Jewish man.  Norm had a deformed left hand, that looked like a devil’s claw, which he always hid when wearing a jacket. When he interviewed me, he said that he would teach me accounting on a professional level so that I could make a career out of it.  Since I was always good with numbers and my sons have top 1 ½ percentile in the country, especially in math, I was delighted at this news.

But to my horror, there was more to this job than just being his private secretary and assistant accountant.  He made it perfectly clear that I had to have sex with him in order to keep this job.  I wanted to die, right then and there.  This was too much to handle.

This Jew’s body had a smell on it that was worse than rotten eggs, a skunk, and leaking gas all combined.  It was an evil smell. Perhaps, it was just me that smelled this smell, but it was real nonetheless.  I would almost gag around him it was so bad.

One day when he took me in his car to drive to the bank where I was to make the deposits at Mid-City Bank in Chicago which is adjacent to a large hotel.  I didn’t know he was Jewish at the time and didn’t find out until later.  He took me out to lunch, and I was about 30 years old and no one had ever done that for me before.  Just a simple lunch. But it was then he was crying to me about how his wife wouldn’t give him sex.  He already knew from our job interview that I was having problems at home, and that is why I needed to get back into the work place.

He confided in me that his Jewish wife never gave him sex and that all she wanted was his paycheck for herself and their Jewish children.  He was visibly upset about this, and I felt sorry for him.  He asked if I would just go into a hotel room with him, so he could talk for a while.  He said he couldn’t go back to work in this state and needed just a few hours to get himself back together.  Having patronized counselors for my problems, I felt it was the kindest thing to do.

But, as soon as we got behind the door, he started to kiss me, and then said that he expected me to give him sex if I intended to keep my job.  He put it in such a way that I didn’t even realize what was happening to me.  I was startled, and too naïve to know what was happening to me.  I can only say, that I did ‘not’ want to have sex with him, and don’t even know what happened after that, but I seemed to become his White sex slave for a few times.

The anger from Mike’s betrayal and the bewilderment of a Jewish man that expected sex from me in order to keep my job was breaking me down more than I could handle.

I knew I had to get out of this mess at work.  The Jewish boss lied to me.  He never intended to teach me accounting and provide me with mentorship for a good profession.  I would just have to wait at work until he was ready to go have sex.  The owner of the company, another Jew, had his black mistress down the block on 74th and Kimbark Street, in South Chicago, so apparently this was a very accepted thing.

I became overcome with fear and guilt. I had a husband that I loved and a 3 year old son that I adored. My whole first 7 years of marriage had been of utter love, worship and devotion.  I had to get out of this predicament, but didn’t know how, as I felt my entire world closing in on me.

I started to become physically sick just as my husband’s mother that had commit suicide with bleeding bowels to go along with severe depression and crying.  I was beside myself and didn’t know who to turn to, so out of sheer desperation I called the only person I had gone to for psychiatric help before: the Jewish psychiatrist from Illinois State Psychiatric Institute, that raped me and threatened me.  He assured me again after not seeing him for 8 years that he was cured of his criminal sexual perversions and there would be no further sexual assaults (advances) on me.  So I went for an outpatient visit at 666 N. Michigan Avenue in Chicago on the Magnificent Mile.  (that is the number of the devil, and I used to go to another Jewish psychologist for Gestal and Primal Therapy as Beatles did, and he was in that building also. One of the Jew’s patients intentionally burned down the entire floor from the skyscraper, and one can only wonder why. The Jewish doctor told me to drive to Ravenswood Hospital where he was practicing, and sign myself in as a patient, for he needed other doctors to check out the reason for the blood in the bowels. He would handle my anxiety and sadness for I was terribly afraid, because I had heard of Mike’s Lithuanian mother who had undergone a colostomy and removal of most of her bowels, and the horrible pain that she endured to the point of murder or suicide.  I was not suicidal at that point, just confused and unhappy, and physically my bowels were bleeding bright red blood.

Frightened and alone, I trusted this doctor, as we count on doctors more than God today.  I had my husband drive me to the hospital on the far north side of Chicago, and spent time there on tests and medication.  I firmly told the psychiatrist during our sessions that I needed ‘help’ not just for myself but my husband who was suffering from many of the effects of the war.  I clearly told him that I loved my husband and wanted to help him in any way I could.  After all it was my husband’s insurance that was paying the Jewish psychiatrist’s bill and these expensive sessions.

This experience that was extremely depressing me, a former suicide patient, was that my Jewish boss expected sex from me if I were to keep my job.  I quit the job where I was just a sex tool for this Jewish married man’s pleasure, nothing more.  When I called him and gave him my notice of quitting, he begged me not to.  He also said that he loved me and wanted to marry me, (similar to what the Jewish psychiatrist told me in 1968), but he had children and his Jewish wife.  It almost sounded like a Jewish tape recording being played again with a different man, different scene, different year.  This reality had pushed me to the edge of doom and despair.  I told the boss that I loved my husband and didn’t want to cheat on him, that I couldn’t handle the guilt no matter what this job offered me.  My sense of morals said it was ‘wrong’ and even though my husband had made out with other women, I believed that this was wrong for me.

But, even after I quit the job, the Jewish boss kept calling me at home begging me to come back, and he was so argumentative, that no matter what I said, he seemed to win.   I hated myself for that. And that is what suicide is:  self-hatred.  I felt dumb and ashamed, helpless and hopeless, and terribly worried about my little son Mikey, who also was sick with an ear infection that couldn’t be cured.  He was also crying all the time for the turbulence in our formerly happy home must have exhibited itself as a physical problem with our little boy.

When I was in the hospital, I wanted to stay locked up there away from this Jewish boss.  So here I was, being treated for big $$$ by the Jewish psychiatrist who raped me before but was now ‘cured,’ and a Jewish married boss hounding me for sex.  I informed the doctor to put strict laws on the telephone that I would not be allowed any calls from the Jewish boss, as his persuasiveness was too much for me to handle in my delicate state.  I also said that under no circumstances was the boss to visit me, but to keep me physically away from this Jewish sexual pervert. (So in essence two Jewish men were seeking to prey on me at the same time. And there is something in them and me that has been subconsciously hard wired in them, and use me as victim.)

But, the dcotor just made sure that he counseled me and medicated me thoroughly.  After a time of freedom from the Jewish boss, no calls or visits, doctor began counseling me to ‘hate’ my White husband and to ‘love’ the Jewish boss.  His exact words were, “You’re (White) husband is no good for you.  You will never get well with him.  Your boss, (Jew), called and he is desperately in love with you and wants to marry you.  He’ll divorce his wife, just to be with you again.  This (Jewish, my own emphasis) man will be a good father for your (White) son.

I felt as if I were going insane.  I’m sure my husband Mike, before he committed suicide, felt the same way.  Yet, who do you believe?  These professional people who are trained to look the other way, or my dead husband and his wife who wants to reach you in his beloved name. And all the while, all I wanted was help for my husband, myself and my little son. And all I got was Jewish deceit, hate crimes against me a good White woman, hate against my US Marine, Purple Heart war hero and indirect hatred for my little son who could never grow up to be as wealthy, powerful, loved and respected by Whites who worship Jews.

George Orwell, the author of “1984,” once said that unless one writes to change the course of history, just do not write. There is a “glut” of information, misinformation and just plain outright lies and fiction, which will never help us resolve our White race’s difficulty, the White male’s emasculation and extinction, and our country’s collapse.

There were two Jewish men hounding me and counseling me, until I didn’t know if I was coming or going, but I think if I would have went completely crazy it would have been a relief for me.  I wanted to keep my marriage intact, and if nothing else, I wanted to be free from these unwanted sexual advances.  I mean, no one intentionally locks themselves in a psyche ward to get away from a boss demanding sex, unless they are trying to scream at the top of their lungs, “Stay away from me. I don’t want you always arguing with me to have sex when I don’t want to.  I’m married to a US Marine, Purple Heart and have his son and want to make a go of our marriage.  I believe it is possible.”

But, with every time I saw the psychiatrist, he went to convince me, again with this extreme argument that I could never seem to win against.  He said that he was going to let the nurse transfer his calls to me so that I could make up with the Jewish boss, and if I wanted a pass to ‘talk with him,’ I should go with the Jewish boss.  How dumbed down and how much drugs did the Jewish doctor give me in the hospital, that I could accept this and finally let him win the argument.  I was exhausted, mentally and physically, and just wanted to get well to be the wife and mother that I had always been.  And what was worse, the man, Mike, that I truly loved, was just as mentally and physically exhausted from the cross he had to carry since he left Viet Nam.

The Jewish psychiatrist arranged for the Jewish boss to visit me in the hospital.  My former boss brought me a $.49 key chain in plastic with my name “Barbara” on it. That was all I ever received for the sex he expected from me.  And again, he expected sex in the back seat of his car when he picked me up at the hospital, and Jewish doctor advised me to give former Jewish boss, sex.  I was totally brainwashed at the point, and being in a psyche ward, I was under the total guidance of the Jewish doctor who was torturing me again, with his illegal advice.

Before I was released, the Jewish doctor finally had a session with my husband, but I was not to be there. It was man-to-man talk, and even though I wanted my outpatient sessions to be with my husband as I was once again afraid to be alone with the psychiatrist that once raped me and who I thought impregnated me. I thought with my strong 6’ White American Scottish-Lithuanian husband there, this rape couldn’t possibly happen again now that I would be on an out-patient basis.  The same  psychiatrist raped me when I was an out-patient at the Illinois State Psychiatric Institute in Chicago when I was an out-patient, and when he threatened to put me in an insane asylum for life, if I told anyone, because he had a Jewish wife and children and this would ‘ruin’ his career.  He showed only contempt at me and ‘my future,’ as a White prospective wife and mother of our future descendents.

But, white husband Michael confided that he had an appointment with the doctor.  The only thing he might have mentioned was that my husband could call the doctor if I ever got into severe problems.  I’m sure the psychiatrist would have pointed out what signs to look for, and surely these signs could be brought on by certain pills if he prescribed them

I went into the out-patient session looking for hope, for me, Michael the White US Marine, Purple Heart Recipient, and my dear little boy.  I wanted to raise my White sons superbly, as every White woman should have this thought at the top of her “to-do” list, or better yet as the “only” item on her to-do list, along with making sure the White male survives which is in crisis danger right now!

I told him that the Jewish boss was hounding me for sex, and that is why I even agreed to be hospitalized the second time, to be locked up and away from the influence of this Jewish man because he was so argumentative and convincing. I could not break free of his evil spell on me, for I couldn’t think clearly regarding the most important things in my life:  my family!

The Jewish psychiatrist, getting paid big bucks from my husband’s insurance and the cash we co-payed him, again counseled me firmly that ‘sex’ was ‘good’ for me and the cure for my depression.  I had not had sex for a long time, because I didn’t realize that breastfeeding stops the sexual desire.  That desire can be started up just by the couple starting sex, even though they don’t feel it.  The chemical “oxytoxin” is a safety that God’s gives to women to just breastfeed the one baby and don’t have any more children until completely the breastfeeding cycle.  Oxytoxin is invisible and can only be detected through our primitive smells according to the book, “The Alchemy of Love and Lust,” by Theresa L. Crenshaw, M.D.  Even when males are near a breastfeeding woman they really don’t desire her; again a double safety valve to allow the White mother or any raced mother to only have one baby at a time, and to allow that baby to nurse as long as seven years old.

But, now I wasn’t breastfeeding, and my sexual desires were normal again….. but I only desired my White husband.  I can say with a clear heart, mind and body, that I never desired these Jewish men, but, tried to flee them as best as possible. A famous woman before me, Marilyn Monroe said, “I hope I get rich; then I will never have to suck another Jewish c _ _ k again!  Perhaps, you won’t believe me; perhaps you will believe her memory.

The Jewish doctor that was collecting all his money from my White husband and probably premiums paid by White people’s insurance is counseling me to go with the Jewish boss, treasurer of the company I quit, for more exploitation.  I told him straight out, that I wanted no part of him, and what can we do to help “my husband,” and my family.  He told me to “marry” the Jewish Accountant and to leave my White husband.  He further firmly said that “You’re (White) husband was no good, and that the Jewish man would make a better father for Mikey, Jr.”  That gnawed at the back of my mind.  WHAT WOULD BE THE BEST FOR MY (WHITE) SON?”  It made sense. If my husband couldn’t be healed, as many alcoholics cannot be, perhaps it would be best to be away from him.  The Jewish doctor’s argument was very persuasive and convincing. Matter of fact, it was so convincing, I’m surprised I fought it and fought for my marriage to my Viet Nam Veteran. I mean, a “rich” Jew wanted to marry me.

It was all a lie though, because after Michael wandered off with all his Viet Nam Veteran war-hero symptoms, I was divorced and alone, and I called this Jewish boss who I had finally broken away from 7 years before.  He didn’t want to have anything to do with me and told me so.  He was single at this time, and it would have been easy to date respectfully.  I thought he would want to resume his persistent and non-stop perusal of me, that he viciously lied to me and said was “love.”  It wasn’t “love” at all.  It was “Let’s degrade and defile the White Polish Christian American woman again, and get away with the perfect crime, while we give our ‘inheritance’ to Israel and the Jews in America!” Yes, I can truthfully assume this Jewish preying on White Polish women where the Jews called “Home,” for 900 years, had been going on intensely there as I happened to discover it is going on here to the ruination of America, the White Race, and the White family, culture and heritage.  The people of Poland have  been intentionally silenced thanks to the Jewish-run Communist “Iron Curtain” draped forcefully prohibiting Poles to speak or even talk about what happened in Poland and the “Polish Holocaust” not the “Jewish Holocaust of World War II.  Our White men died to the tune of 400,000 and as a former widow of a US Marine, Purple Heart Veteran, I have that right for the sake of the future of our two White sons, and any other descendents that may appear on this planet in the next 400 years, to “debate” and search for the “Truth” about wars, so as to prevent what happened to my country of Poland, occupied by Jews, as America is occupied by Jews right now, who have nuclear weapons, bombs, biological germ warfare, and the smartest scientists of the world, now that most of Germany’s smartest people were killed off in World War II.

(See Polish movie with English sub-titles, “Katyn” and also watch interview on DVD with Andrej Wajda, to see how (Jewish led) Russian Communists killed 20,000 of my Polish ancestors in World War II and viciously blamed the White German Nazis. It was intensely covered up at Nuremberg Trials judging the Nazi defendants. But then the “winner” writes the war, and the only winner according to President Kennedy’s father was the “Jews.” They started the war, they reaped all our 20,000,000 white soldier’s lives, not to count the Veteran’s suicides, depression, amputations, homelessness, the agony of the wife, mother, family, friends. The loss of the gene pool to the White Race.

Anyway, so here I was again, face to face with a Jewish devil of a doctor, counseling me to have sex with another Jewish man.  During the visit, oh, but, one wouldn’t call that a ‘visit’ but a torture chamber experience that I was paying for the Jewish doctor gets up and starts to come around the desk towards me. I didn’t wait until he got near me, I stood up to leave, but as I stood up, he grabbed me to kiss and fondle me right away. This Jewish Hispanic doctor from Columbia drug capital of the world at the time, was very tall and large boned, and at the time I was very thin, frail and weak.  I broke away from him and told him to stop it  and said, “I’M LEAVING FOR GOOD!”

He calculatingly came to and said, “I have a brand new prescription for the ‘cure’ for depression, and I want to give you a copy of the prescription.  I have it all written out, to change your medication.”  When one suffers from depression and hears the word “cure,” the heart starts to beat faster, and as my husband that killed himself from depression would scream if he were alive, any avenue of hope, one would attempt.  I accepted the prescription and left his office never to see him again. I was scheduled for my next week’s appointment but quit right then and there.  I didn’t know how I was going to survive all this, but I knew this doctor was a criminal and would finish me off if he could, but make sure he would take his sex even from a potentially suicidal woman.

I took the prescription to a clinic, “Tri-City Mental Health Clinic,” in Chicago Heights, Illinois, near our home, and asked to see a doctor there. It was a ‘free-clinic,’ and I was not about to burden my husband with all kinds of doctor bills, when my husband needed to get on his feet.  The clinic assigned me a Yellow Chinese female doctor.  I showed her the piece of white paper with the Jewish doctor’s prescription.  I didn’t tell the new psychiatrist “why” I was challenging the prescription, but said to her, “I just want to make sure that you agree with him in having me take these pills.  I would like a second opinion.”

The doctor read it and said, “I’m very surprised even shocked to see this prescription, for it is very strong, and could have given you severe side effects, and cold have made you appear crazy.  You are not crazy. You are only depressed.  This medicine could be dangerous for you.  My advice to you is not to take it.”

I left her office, and never went back again, until 1984 when the divorce court said that our entire family should be in counseling.  Yes, George Orwell’s prophecy of the year “1984” couldn’t have been more ugly or scary for a “good” White woman, than what I was encountering in all aspects of my life. I didn’t realize this at the time, but only as I write my memoirs, autobiography, and this short biography for Mike the White Marine, can I see the entire picture.  This picture was too horrific for me to handle then, as it is still overwhelming to think about now.  But, time has healed some of the wounds, just as the Viet Nam Veteran’s wounds heal somewhat making life bearable.  But, I will not let my deceased husband’s memory be labeled “suicide” as if it were the worse disease in the world, when it should be treated as if he died of a heart attack….. through no fault or weakness of his own and with no stigma for him, for me, our two sons, or my granddaughter.

I can surmise that the Jewish doctor was once again trying to cover his illegal sexual perversion, by giving me a prescription that was way too strong for me, and then when my husband would see me ‘act bizarre’ from side effects of pills, Mike had the doctor’s card and would have called him.  Surely, the doctor would have recommended insane asylum commitment just as he threatened back in 1968 to cover his treacherous crime against a poor, defenseless woman, when he raped me.  He then would have killed me, as I spoke on youtube. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeRC0RxBCJ8

No one would believe this, as even when I finally got the courage now to write and speak about it, every one tells me to think ‘positive.’  If our White people don’t wake up to the intentional destruction of the Jews upon us, and keeping up in wars in Mideast for ‘their’ enemies, the White Race will be totally extinguished (genocided by Jews and their imps)  and we will all be tools of suicide murdering our entire race, or reducing us to ashes.

The final insult as if the Jewish doctor hadn’t poured enough salt in my mental, spiritual and emotional wounds, was that he sent me a bill for my husband to pay for his attempted rape of his wife!  The brazen filthy nerve, not just on me, but my White U.S. Marine Purple Heart husband, is beyond human description.  No wound from Viet Nam could have hurt my husband’s future worse than this treachery against the only hope and chance my husband had for survival of his war wounds.  To break me down, was to break my husband down, we were just that close.

I called his office and told him, “You expect for me and my husband to pay for your attempt to rape me, and lucky I fought you off, you big pig!”  I was furious.  He retorted:  “I’m leaving Chicago for good, and am moving to Ft. Lauderdale, so you won’t have to worry about me anymore.”  That was back in 1976.

Because of my journal writing, I have been able to help identify some of the problems in my life, that were neither my fault, nor my husband’s and to try to heal this wounds, and write about them.  I tried to issue two complaints against his license, but the statute of limitations in Florida was up.  They sent me a letter explaining the doctor’s behavior was “unacceptable,” but not against their laws!  I guess the laws today protect Jews, are made by Jews, and our politicians cater to the Jews.  There was “no help” for my husband, Mike the White Marine; there were only forces against him.  And surely, the Jewish occupation of Poland for 900 years, saw the same thing happen to the White Polish man, women and children, as is going on in America today.  Surely, my depression worsened after this, and my husband must have felt the result.

The Jew doctor psychiatrist got away with the perfect crime of raping me.  No wonder Hitler introduced a 3 laws in their “25 rules) specifically aimed at Jewish men preying on White Gentile women, even impregnating them, and leaving White German men to support Jewish bastards!

I became frightened of the medical profession in general, and didn’t see doctors as the ‘gods’ I once thought they were.  I was still seeking way to help heal our White family’s problems.  I had taken classes in Transcendental Meditation, as the Beatles also undertook, as a means of coping.  Once, while meditating in the afternoon, I had a very relaxed feeling and the next thing I felt an overwhelming presence of God.  It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced.  I didn’t “see” God, or hear Him/Her, I just “felt” God in my heart, soul, mind, and spirit.  I determined that God was calling me to draw near, as I had abandoned church 15 years ago.  I reasoned with God and thought, I will go back to Church, if nothing else than to have my young son attend.  I thought I would try a different neighborhood church every Sunday, until I found the one that I wanted.

I began to study the Bible and go to church and had a mentor that helped me. Although she didn’t know the former boss was Jewish, I told her I needed prayers for my husband and me, and my boss was bothering me for sex.

I couldn’t have realized just how aggressive and obnoxious Jews can be. From what I read when Jews take Talmud classes which is their Bible, they have role playing sessions where the students just argue with one another to see who is the strongest arguer.  The Jews then use those verbal argument weapons when dealing with whites so Jews get anything they want from White people. White Gentiles have nothing in their consciousness to combat Jewish argument, which is why Jewish lawyers are so powerful and never lose their cases against Whites. And surely, if I did go to sue the Jewish psychiatrist, with the legal field written and controlled by Jews, I surely would have lost anyway.  It was like a friend, a superb English teacher and tennis instructor in the very rich city of West Palm Beach, where many rich Jews live.  Florida is 50th worse in the country for academics.  He was loved by his students both for his discipline and how they were able to retain what they learned, but also for the fun he made of learning.  By trying to improve the school system, he was given such a hard time, that his doctor told him to quit. He sued the school district, and won, but the school district took it to the Supreme Court, where they must have had cronies, (Jewish?) and he lost.  They intentionally broke my friend down also, and he has never gone back to teaching again, which is another great loss for White males in this country.

To succeed, our Whites are taught to be like Jews to be “rich and famous.”  If this isn’t stopped, it could very well be the end of Christianity, Christ, and even God, as the Jewish Star of David overshadows all three and is replacing our cherished concepts with a Jewish dollar sign $$$.  All the highest paid positions in this country, are filled mostly with Jews:  Book publishing, magazine, news, TV, radio, internet, doctors, lawyers, professors at Harvard, entertainment agents, banking such as Ft. Knox, Federal Reserve, World Bank, etc.  International Monetary fund. Jews ‘smell’ money…. White money made as white slaves supporting not just ourselves, our young, but Jews, blacks, browns, yellows, reds.

Well, when the Jewish boss called me again, I told him firmly that I didn’t want to see him.  He still persisted and wouldn’t stop calling me.  So I screamed at him.

He screamed back, “If you leave me I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.”  It was a showdown.  Would “I” have the nervous breakdown to fulfill his lusty pleasures that would destroy me, Mike the White Marine, and our family, or allow him to have the nervous breakdown and pay for his crimes against me and my family?  I hung up the phone.   He tried to get back with me by sending me a huge check from the insurance company that he fraudulently wanted to get for me, but I still never called him back.

I began to pray more and distanced myself from husband’s addicted friends.

I wanted a baby really badly.  And I supposed I prayed about it. There was only one problem.  My husband and I were not having sex.  At first it was because of the breastfeeding, but I had stopped that a year prior.  I was not having sex with anyone else.  Even my mentor said that sex is overrated in marriages, and that I shouldn’t worry about it, as long as everything else in the marriage was bearable.  So, I believed that.

Suddenly, I had the shock of my life.  It was just a few months afterwards, I skipped my period.  I thought it might have been a false pregnancy, since I didn’t have sex for a very long time.  But, then I had to go to the doctor, because the nausea and vomiting with morning sickness was overwhelming me. Either I was pregnant or I was very, very sick.    I went to a gynecologist to see if I was pregnant.  The rabbit had died!  I was going to live to see another baby being born.

But, Michael had shell shock syndrome and I couldn’t wake him up during the night, as even his Daddy when he was at home, would have to wake him up with a broom handle or Mike would start fighting and punching.  I would not disturb him during the night, so even though I didn’t have sex, perhaps it happened while I was sleeping, but it would have been the first time in many years.  We partly didn’t have sex because of his drinking and drugging which made him lose his desire, and partly because I was breastfeeding and the chemical oxytoxin that exudes from the nipple stops the sexual urge in both the breastfeeding mother and any men around her.  The couple can enjoy sex, but they just won’t feel like it at first.   I even mentioned this to my son, Paul, who I eventually gave birth to, since my husband claimed the Gooks shot off one of his testicles in the war, and only one testicle had the sperm that makes babies!

I have always left this true fact as it happened and don’t analyze it any more. I have never had delusions or hallucinations, and do not smoke, do not drink, do not take drugs, do not gamble, or even take caffeine or tobacco products.

I was thrilled at being pregnant with another of Mike’s babies and went to see Dr. Eisenstein who specialized in home drug-free deliveries.  I felt that the U.S. was being overrun by drugs, as my poor husband was a victim here.  I read once that Irish and Scottish men that live in Ireland and Scotland do not turn into alcoholics.  They drink a pint of beer once in a while after church and go to the tavern.  His wife and children go with, and drinking is done respectfully and moderately.  Yet in America, these same Scotch/Irish blooded men, may turn frequently into alcoholics, and there is something in our country that is pushing them in that direction.  Remember what my son’s counselor at Our Lady of Peace rehab ward said, “There is a deliberate attempt to bring down this country by affecting the cream of the crop.”  (Since the ward was entire White I can only assume that this is a major problem both for the White race and our country, since it took the White mentality to create and build what we have today.)

Since my last experience in the hospital, left me with a bad taste in my mouth, when the nurse wheeled in a black baby, and I’m White, I thought, “At least when I have my baby at home, I can rest assured that the baby is mine!”

It was on February 16, 1979, that I went into labor.  The doctor wanted me to gain as much weight as possible, because he said to me, “The larger the baby, the better chance it has for survival.”  I had gained 80 pounds, which was 4 times more than with my first baby.  I was as big as a house and waddled instead of walked!

I had called the doctor who sent his midwife out first as she happened to live in the next town from us.  Michael stayed home from work that day, one of the only days in our entire marriage that he was not on the job, and he “only missed that one day,” and not another one after that.  I also called a nurse from my church who helps the mother and child with comfort and deals with the minutia of their roles.  Mikey, Jr. was 6 years old, and was making his presence known by being a very good (White)  boy that created no problems.  Then the Jewish doctor came who checked me then went back to sleep on the couch for most of the rest of the labor while his midwife took care of all the details.

Toward the end of the labor, the pain became unbearable very severe for I had back labor and any woman that has had that knows it is the worse kind of labor because the baby is rubbing the spine, the nerve center of pain in the body.  As the pain got worse I begged for drugs, as I was screaming at the top of my lungs, and was so embarrassed at my shocking behavior as I usually was not only “quiet” but “mute.”  But, they all reassured me that I could make it without the drugs and that everything looked normal. Mike, startled at the amount of pain I was in, since he had not seen the first baby born, went in the rec room in the basement, and put on his headphones to listen to music.

There was a point when I called a healer to help me pray, as the pain was excruciating. I was older carrying and delivering this baby; I was 35.  I thought back to what the vet said about my dog, Queenie, having her first litter:  “Let her have her puppies, (babies) when she goes into her first heat, for her delivery will be easier.  Her muscles won’t be so molded tight, and she will be more flexible.”

I asked everyone to leave my bedroom so that I could listen to hymns to God and just keep both mine and my baby’s thought within me, on the Divine and the spiritual.  As the music played, everything felt serene and peaceful, and I was totally without pain.

All of a sudden, the midwife starts banging on the door, “Are you all right?”

I arose and said, “I’m fine, how are you?”

She replied, “But you were just about to deliver. I could see the crown of the head.  You’d better get up and start walking around and cause the baby to wake up for it is ready to come out and be born.”

I was happy that I got about ½ hour of relief from pain, as my thought rested on God, good.  But, now it was time to get ready for the delivery

There was just a plastic sheet on my home bed, and finally I pushed the baby out.  It was a baby boy and Dr. Eisenstein took pictures with our Polaroid camera that gives instant shots.  The midwife laid the baby on my tummy and let the umbilical cord just stay attached so that I could relax. It is said that a mother’s labor in childbirth is the most excruciating “labor” or “work” that a person can ever do.

It was a gentle surroundings, but as my newborn practically flew out of me, I felt as if a grenade had exploded in me and all my body organs, including my eyes, were going out of my body as well as the baby. I assume that since the umbilical cord was attached, that as they pulled the baby out, the cord pulled on my organs that were indirectly connected.

It was over.  Our newborn delivered.  Glory be and hallelujah. I’d never thought during the time of delivery that I could make it without being drugged up, but I achieved what I thought was the highest form of birth I could give to Mike’s and my baby.

After our newborn baby lay on my stomach, still attached by the cord, I looked up and I could see my husband, Mike, looking at me at the baby and my husband was overwhelmed with happiness and crying for joy.   I had never seen him have tears in his eyes, or cry, but when he saw his very own son being born, he was beautifully emotional.  He didn’t cry long, just enough to get in touch with his feeling.   I’m sorry but I’m crying now too, because he was always standing over me when I needed him for my greatest accomplishments such as bringing his child to life in a rare occurrence in 1979:  a home delivery.  My marriage to him and our two sons was the greatest accomplishments of my life. I just need to cry for a while and get myself together so I can continue to write that these moments mean so much to me.  I only wish that my sons living today, could see their father and our marriage in the same light of love, hard work, sacrifice, suffering and joy, as I mean my writings to be.

Michael, Sr. could have argued with me and insisted I go to a hospital like all the rest of the women of the day.  But, meekly, strongly, he trusted my judgment, when others in my day would have labeled me “crazy.”

The bed sheet under me was not dirty with blood as I imagined it would be.  After the midwife cut the umbilical cord, she handed the baby to me to hold and nurse.  Mike and I decided to name him “Paul Lloyd Duncan,” Paul after St. Paul in the Bible, which is what my young son, Mikey, Jr. suggested, and Lloyd after Mike’s favorite boss at Frito Lay.  And the last name was, of course, “Duncan,” which was Mike’s, whose ancestry could be traced back to the Mayflower all the way back 400 years through Stephan Hopkins.

In Wikipedia.org I found this passage from the play “Macbeth” explaining another “Duncan,” King “Duncan’s” role as a monarch of England:

King Duncan is a father-figure who is generous (“No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive / Our bosom interest. Go pronouce his present death / And with his former title greet Macbeth.” 1.2.66-8), insightful (“There’s no art / To find the mind’s construction in the face.” 1.4.11-2), and sensitive (“This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air / Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself / Unto our gentle senses.” 1.6.1-3).

And yes, just like the White Shakespeare’s referred to his main character King “Duncan”, I would say that, Mike was generous and never deprived me or the children of anything we asked for, although we asked for little.  Mike was insightful as he had the insight to realize that my actions in giving our family the best, even though it wasn’t popular, was indeed “good.”  And lastly Mike Duncan, like King Duncan, was sensitive” in that he was supportive of my worldly achievements and difficulties without nagging or belittling me.

I also just discovered that the White King Duncan’s son was called “Malcolm,” just as Mike’s father was named, Malcolm Duncan. I never realized until just now, that his father probably was named for King Duncan’s son in the Shakespearean play, “Macbeth.”  This play was about “regicide” when a King is murdered or assassinated for a coupe or takeover of the English government.

The characters in the play “Macbeth,” were based loosely on Raphael Holinshed’s Chronicles, which had a King Malcolm III.

King Malcolm III is described:  The Prophecy of Berchán, a verse history which purports to be a prophecy, describes him as “the generous king of Fortriu”, and says:

The red, tall, golden haired one, he will be pleasant among them; Scotland will be brimful west and east during the reign of the furious one.”

Well, I handed the new “Duncan,” baby to Michael Sr. to hold and cherish. And you would have thought I handed my husband a trillion dollars.  Even later in life, my eldest son, Mikey, Jr, told me when he was 14 years old, “You know, Ma, do you know what I want more than anything in the world…. A baby!”  Apparently, this whole episode of the home-birth baby party etched our older son’s memory forever even though he was only six years old at the time.  My teen son could have wanted a motorcycle, or a car, or to become an astronaut, or a rich Jewish doctor, lawyer, media mogul, but “having a baby meant the world to him.”  It is what I love most deeply about what the White Race has come to stand for:  character!

My husband, Mike, was already very familiar with handling life, first through our newly planted organic vegetables, fruits, trees, shrubs and flowers.  Then through his remarkable initiative in raising German Shepherds; first mutts then pedigreeds.   And most importantly being a partner when raising our first son, Mikey, Jr.  He was not just like a donor of a sperm bank, but a true companion in raising him.  So, when I handed him our second son, Paul, and he actually got to see how painful this process was that I was going through, he accepted little Paul very gently but firmly.  It was probably the most emotional and wonderful moment of his life, from my point of view, knowing Mike for 17 years.

Although I hired a nurse to help around the house and with the baby, Mike made sure that the nurse was well taken care of as far as cooking for her meals.  Michael was very handy in the kitchen and the barbecue grill so he was the chef on duty.

I suppose if I had to put a song about the feeling of love that our little family was experiencing it would remind me of the old song, “That’s Amore!” or “That’s Love,” by the late and great Dean Martin.

Our son, Paul, was very quiet, as I was, and perhaps since I rarely talked while I was carrying him, he rarely talked also.  We were a family unit now, and were able to function relatively well, and as harmoniously as one could imagine.  It wasn’t extremely exciting, but just filled with days that had very few crosses.  Whatever went wrong, was immediately fixed or problem solved.  Perhaps, it was those qualities that Mike and I had that transferred for both of us to be very good business people in the offices of both Frito Lay where he worked and Roadway Express where I worked in later life.  I looked up the top Fortune 500 companies for 2009 and Exxon/Mobil was #1.  My husband worked there after he was let go from Frito Lay.  And Frito Lay, under Pepsico, was #52 of the richest companies, so I feel that my husband’s life and my efforts, made a very real contribution in the economy of this country.  With my 10 years at Roadway Express, one of the largest transportation and trucking companies in the world, I also made a valuable and lengthy contribution to business.

Well, I became an artist after Paul was born.  I was nursing him and needed a little something out of the house, so I began oil painting lessons with Claire Wiest, who is in the Who’s Who of women near Chicago.  I took lessons with her for seven years, and was able to get a day care for that one day a week.  As I graduated to the most difficult art of all, which is portraits, I made sure that I did a portrait painting of Michael as the “King” of our home, just as you might see him as “King Duncan,” in Macbeth.  Mike, to me, was a “King,” or “Master,” and in turn he treated me with respect that I had never had in my life before.  I needed it desperately, and it was a quiet, unspoken thing we had between us.  Sometimes, I wonder if I would still be alive today, if it hadn’t been for Mike and his wonderful provision for me, as humble and modest as his means were.  I know that Jewish women are on pedestals in this country, and they don’t cook for their husbands, they don’t sew crewel footstools for their husband’s tired feet, or paint their portraits, or devote their entire day to their Jewish husbands rather than shop and play Mahjong to pass their time, or clean their husband’s house, or even give their husband’s sex.  Our models for our White women for both themselves and for raising their sons and daughters is based on Jewish rich standards, instead of qualities of character, harmony and love.

Mikey, Jr. was in kindergarten, and I used to take him to the library to get 10 books at a time.  I wanted to make up for the fact that my husband couldn’t read and write very well, but very brilliant as far as common sense.  One day, I got a call from the kindergarten teacher saying, “Mrs. Duncan, we have bad news for you.  Your son, Mikey, has been diagnosed as ‘retarded,’ and I am recommending him to be sent away to an institution.”

I think I might have dropped the phone and told my husband, Mike.  I was in shock, for nothing in my experience with Mikey, Jr. ever led me to believe that he had severe problems. He was quiet, and sometimes mischievous, but “retarded????”  I couldn’t believe it, but was willing to meet with the teacher to discuss sending my older son away.  I prayed about this with my mentor from church, “as with God all things are possible.”

Later in the week, I got a call from the teacher from the school. She was a little more than embarrassed when she told me, “Mrs. Duncan, I apologize for alarming you about sending your son Mikey away.  The strangest thing happened.  There was another boy who “was retarded,” and who we sent away first.  When the retarded boy left, your son apparently was imitating him exactly, and the teachers automatically labeled Mikey as retarded too!

Mike’s and my son, not only “wasn’t retarded,” but the retarded boy was transferred, my son was able to achieve straight A’s with no check marks for any bad behavior. He was a superb, intelligent young boy.  When Mikey, Jr. was in 5th grade his PSI tests that measure intelligence, showed him to be about 98.7% highest percentile in the nation.  My son, Paul, also showed about the same level in his testing when he grew up.

While Mike was at work, I took our sons and taught them sports, not just to “watch on TV,” but to play them.  I myself taught the sons how to play, horseback riding, repelling the hills of the Ozarks, swimming, diving, running, walking, bicycling, golfing, sledding, ice-skating, skiing on the mountains, hockey, Frisbee, ping-pong, exercise classes and balancing bars at the YMCA as an infant, basketball, baseball, bowling, football, handball, roller skating, inline skating, hiking, fishing, motor cycling, and car driving, and even a little wrestling, which I will mention later.  I was so intent on having them play sports, that when they were small the only toy they had in the crib was a whiffle ball and whiffle bat!  Somehow, I thought that boys needed healthy activities, especially to keep them away from drinking and/or drugging.  But, all the time, love, attention and guidance that I gave could not overcome the pressure of those addictions on our young men and women.

I did all this to help keep our sons busy and off of the destructive effects of drugs, which seems to affect many of our White males, and their father, Mike, especially.  I thought if I raised them superbly with “quality time,” they would be strong enough to ward off the evil influence of the United States of America and Jewish control on our White Christian males.  While Mike was working, I made sure that I was either teaching the boys in the yard how to play sports, or taking them to Christian summer camps in the Ozarks, or taking them on a cruise and play sports with them, giving them certificates for skates that I won in karaoke contests, (Oh yes, and I taught them to sing karaoke as far back as 1990).

And yes, I taught my sons to sing karaoke, on my Bose equipment, and also taught my son Paul to dance for the first school dance.  He is now a very good karaoke singer and dancer both, and his body is like jelly that moves very loosely and freely with great rhythm. Mikey, Jr. tends to be an outdoorsman and the mountains are his home as a mountain climber.  He now has a lovely daughter, that the librarian lady in Colorado said of Mike’s and my granddaughter, “She looks like a bisque doll.”  Bisque means very White, with light eyes and blondish hair.  Her name is Baby Bella Rose, meaning the “beautiful rose.”

Here is what I consider to be my favorite love song, and surely this applied to my relationship with Mike Duncan.

When the boys were older I not only taught my sons about the sport  and sacredness of sex, by buying them great books teaching them sex, but warning them about AIDS and STD’s, which could sterilize them and prevent them from having babies.   I would supply them with free rubbers when they got much older from the HIV clinic, to protect them from diseases since most young people are very carefree and negligent in that department.  Getting a simple yeast disease from a woman can possibly sterilize a man so that he cannot have children.  I wanted to make sure not only that I would give them a good start, but they could pass these character-filled qualities on to their offspring, and not just have their reality composed of what Jewish TV, schools, or even churches filled their minds with, if these elements are anti-White, and pro-Jewish and Israel.

When the boys attended Sunday School, I would read to them spiritual articles from lessons before they would go to bed at night.  And sometimes, we would make up plays for Bible stories such as Daniel in the Lion’s Den, where my son and I each took a part and dressed our dog up like the lion, and every time the lion “roared” I’d teach the dog to “bark,” so as to be a family member.  Our dog, Queenie, was not only the Mama of 52 puppies, but my Nanny and friend, since I had no friends, and hardly left the children or Mike.  Michael Duncan was my only, and best friend, during our marriage.  I will never forget that, nor will I ever stop to fight for what I consider to be “his” cause of “dearest rights” and “liberties,” to excel and achieve to the White man’s “highest” possibilities and not for them to sink any lower than the White man is at this point, when only one of thirty is a White boy in an advanced class in math and science in a good Las Vegas school!

Mike’s favorite vacations were all inexpensive but fabulous outdoor camping trips in and around Chicago.  We used to take these trips to Lake Eliza, Jellystone Park, Lake Schaeffer, and Great America Amusement Park that were especially geared towards family needs.  Our White sons loved the outdoors and Mike was there for them teaching them how to fish, and swim, and cook outdoors.  Since I was more sedate and serene, I avoided all the water rides and roller coasters, but loved seeing “My Three Boys,” having fun together and challenging earth’s gravity and speed.  Mike loved being with the boys, and even though he had bad habits he got in this country and Viet Nam, I always thought that my White sons needed a mentor, as there didn’t seem to be White mentors on TV or the Jewish media, that seemed to be degrading and downing the White man, and blaming him, and putting such White guilt on them.

I wanted our sons in Cub Scouts to share time with other boys, and more male mentors.  The sad thing is that I learned from a friend of mine that told me:  “I’d be careful of boy scouts, as my son’s male boy scout leader who was a pedophile took him to a movie, and then afterwards took him back to his home for sodomy.”  What a shock!  No one was teaching my boys the joys of heterosexuality, (I didn’t teach them until they were already living on their own, and by that time their sexuality is usually determined.)  Was anyone teaching my boys celibacy or not engaging in sex until the right girl comes along.  So even though I would go on hikes with my White son, and participated in the meetings, I did not encourage my son to be part of the United States Cub or Boy Scouts for very long. I wanted to keep Mike and my White sons occupied in hopes that they would be able to withstand the drugs that were surrounding them at every level, both legal and illegal drugs which were and are drowning the White race. Even when I encouraged my son to play baseball, and their Dad was the coach, I was always afraid that the coaches would give the boys marijuana or other substances as tobacco and alcohol that they were addicted to.

Well, one of the favorite past times we liked to do was to go out with my “3” boys, Mike, Sr., Mikey, Jr, and Paul, and take long walks in the fertile meadows and corn and soy fields behind our home at 22489 Yates, Sauk Village, Illinois.  Our dogs used to come with us, and even when we had the puppies, we would train them to go out with us and obey us.  Sometimes, I would swing from the trees, as our son Mikey, Jr. would like to do, over a small creek of water.  Once he found a two piece Indian piece, which was made of stone, and looked as if it was used in grinding wheat or corn.  The two stone pieces were carved to fit into one another to slide back and forth.  The word “Sauk,” in Sauk Village, was given for the “Sauk Indians,” who carved a trail while they traveled as nomads.

The only “real” or “plastic” vacation we ever took, (I call it “plastic” for two reasons, (1) it was the opposite of “real,” as our outdoor nature vacations were, and (2) it was the only item that Mike and I ever put on our “plastic,” (credit card) that we didn’t pay off within 30 days.  We never had credit, other than this, for everything was always paid on time, so we had perfect credit!)  We had a small house payment, and occasionally a car payment.

The only long family trip our Duncan family took was to Disneyworld, to see Donald Duck, my favorite character, basically because he is tough, White skinned, and doesn’t take shit from anyone, just like a tough U.S. Marine, as Mike was.

He always would tell me, “I’m not an ex-Marine, I’m a former Marine.  For once a Marine, always a Marine.”  He also used to repeat this phrase by Chesty Puller, his all-time idol.  When looking up Chesty Puller in Wikipedia.org, I find the following:

“Lieutenant General Lewis “Chesty” Puller (June 26, 1898-October 11, 1971) was an officer in the United States Marine Corps.  (SEE Wikipedia.org.)

Lieutenant General Lewis Burwell “Chesty” Puller (June 26, 1898 – October 11, 1971) was an officer in the United States Marine Corps. Puller is the most decorated U.S. Marine in history, and the only Marine to receive five Navy Crosses, the United States Navy’s second highest decoration after the Medal of Honor. During his career, he fought guerrillas in Haiti and Nicaragua, and participated in some of the bloodiest battles of World War II and the Korean War.

Puller’s son, Lewish Burwell Puller, Jr. generally known as Lewis Puller (also became a highly-decorated Marine as a lieutenant in Viet Nam.  While serving with 2nd Battalion, 1st Marines, he was severely disabled and confined to a wheel chair by a mine explosion losing both legs, an eye, parts of his hand and one arm.  He went to law school and became an attorney for the Department of Defense.  Lewis Puller ran an unsuccessful campaign for Congress and later admitted being embittered over losing his bid as Democratic candidate for the US House of Representatives.  Unlike his father, he was a liberal Democrat.  His book, “Fortunate Son,” reflected on his life as the most decorated Marine in history, his tour in Viet Nam and his struggles after the war.  He committed suicide in 1994 and was buried with full military honors.

Isn’t it ironic, that it wasn’t just my former husband and my White son’s father that commit suicide, but his idol, Chesty Puller, the most decorated man, his very own son, also commit suicide,  who perhaps could be put in the Purple Heart museum posthumously.

The stigma of suicide must be taken off the individual and the family.  And the needs of the despair must be analyzed and the cause prevented so that we don’t lost any more US Marines, Army, Air Force, Navy, Coast Guard, or even Policemen to suicide.

George Washington once said, “A slender acquaintance with the world must convince every man, that “actions” not “words,” (my emphasis) are the true criterion of the attachment of his friends, and that the most liberal professions of good will are very far from being the surest marks of it. {Letter to Major-General John Sullivan (15 December 1779) published in The Writings of George Washington 1890, BY Worthington Chauncey Ford, Vol. 8, p. 139}  Mike’s and my marriage and family was a family of “actions,” and not “words,” thanks to the “Vow of Silence” I took when just a little girl.

He also said, “Example, whether good or bad, has a powerful influence.” And yes, Mike had given my boys an example, and I fostered it.  But, Mike was both a “good” example, of his innate character and qualities that I loved so very dearly, and yet a “bad” example, when it came to his growing dependence on foreign substances to get him through his difficulties, that changed his personality.  Had his ancestors stayed in Scotland, Europe, perhaps this tragic story would have never been written.

Regarding freedom of speech, the dumbing down of America which Whites are facing now, and Jewish control of media, education, book publishing, medical, legal and illegal drugs, not allowing any debate on the Jewish Holocaust, George Washington had ideas:

“If men are to be precluded from offering their sentiments on a matter which may involve the most serious and alarming consequences that can invite the consideration of mankind, reason is of no use to us; the freedom of speech may be taken away, and dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter.”

Therefore, I exercise my “dearest right and liberty” to offer my sentiments from my heart and life’s autobiographical experience to challenge anyone, or anything that would infringe on the future of Michael’s name and legacy, our sons and our offspring forever.

Michael Miles Duncan, Sr. wrote 2 autobiographies while in his hospital stays where he said there was ‘no help.’  He just sat in a chair and stared at the wall to the tune of ½ million dollars of tax payers money for each stay.  Why the Veteran’s hospital let him out knowing he was screaming ‘suicide’ to the nurses, which I heard on the phone, I will never know.  It’s actually illegal, immoral, and a sad state of events for a descendent of the Mayflower.  I also wrote a 70 page short biography about it and it disappeared off my computer, sorry to say, because there is so much to say.  It seems there is a power or a force that doesn’t want this story to get out.  I will write the rest of his story within my autobiography called “White Poor,” about my growing up in a family of 15 in the same neighborhood in South Chicago that Michelle Obama the current President’s wife grew up in.  She made it to President’s wife, I made it as Mike the White Marine’s wife, whose only privilege in this country is to write his story of a brave White man’s suicide.!!!!!

As a White race that has been Christian, holy, generous and good, and we brace ourselves for the future, we are limping, crippled, and unable to compete with races such as the Yellow Chinese, Brown Jews, Black Africans, and Brown Hindus, and even Red Indians who have been under government protection for many, many years, thanks to Jewish manipulation.  The Jews did the same “Civil Rights” takeover in Bavaria Austria, near where my ancestors are from in the middle part of the 10th millennium.  Even the Brown Muslims have a system in place protecting their men from drinking, smoking and drugs, and excessive pills, gambling, and womanizing.  And I think the Jews want to spread their degeneration to have us again in a Third World war in the Middle East, and use us as their White puppets.  It is said the Jews paid only $.37 per soldier in World War II, to defend “Jewish Rights.”  Our country instead drives our White men to suicide.  The Jews have been manipulating our White taxes and money, through the Jewish Federal Reserve Bank, the Jewish run World Bank, and the Jewish lobbies through Congress which must bow down and worship the Jews’ will or else!  Even Chuck Percy, a former Senator of Illinois, agreed with almost 99% of all the Jewish bills favoring Israel.  But because he wasn’t 100% agreeably, he was brought down by the Jew David Axelrod, the same man who put President Obama into office.

There is a word “inalienable rights” which means rights that can’t be transferred because they are from God, yet our White rights were deliberately transferred to the other races, perhaps by the Jews who were kicked out of every country of Europe for unethical practices against the Whites in Europe and Poland for 900 years.  I read that in Russia, the government tried to get the Jews to do hard honest work instead of schemes and businesses in breweries and distilleries intentionally degenerating the White Eastern European people.  In my ancestry county of European White Poland, the Jews would require their employees to drink Jewish alcoholic products in taverns owned also by Jews, who would give Poles excessive credit and interest.  Then when the Jews would fire them when they could not pay the credit when the Pole got addicted, the Jew would take away the Poles’ home, furnishing, money, and even abusing the White Poles wives for sex!  It is said in my Daddy’s town of Galicia, Poland, over 50,000 White Poles would die from hunger and starvation, while the Jews walked around in gold, glittery robes, robbing the corpses of any valuables from the dead Polish bodies!  I believe that my husband suffered from alcoholism under the same circumstances of his mother’s relatives that came from Lithuania.  So ask yourself, was my husband’s ‘drinking’ a weakness or a deliberate and intentional means for Jews to make money $$ off of White misery!  Is the same thing happening in America today, as happened in Europe and my home country of Poland?  The answer of this question should be thought about carefully as it may very well determine the very existence of the White race.

Although my husband Mike had contributed much to America and to me personally, and to our sons, my White sons do not want to add anything to this essay, as they are bruised and mentally afflicted from the shame of their father’s last years, of which he had no control over.  Although their I.Q. was said to be ‘top” 1 ½% in this country, they have been intentionally ‘dumbed’ down as to their White love and respect of their parents, as the yellow Chinese parents get.  My White sons should ‘not’ live ashamed and broken in this country.  They should  be ‘’proud,” of their Daddy as I am, but alas they are  not, and again, I want to start crying, but I can’t because I’m on break at work, and have to hold back my tears.  But, I’m holding on so tightly, that I think my toes will let out the tears if I don’t pause at this point, because it is too heartbreaking for me to write with my fingers, while my heart aches and burns with love.

Even though I gave my husband and sons all my life of a ‘good’ woman, I now suffer from Parent Alienation, as my White grief, still goes on.  There is a book, “Men Love Bitches:  Stop Being a Doormat and Get the Man of Your Dreams.”  Our country has been brainwashed by the Jewess Gloria Steinem, the vicious leader of the Woman’s Rights league, which stripped White women in their homes where they served husbands and children, and made White women as ‘sexual slaves’ for Jewish bosses.  I know, for when I was married to Mike, he got fired from a job, and was very upset.  I was still breastfeeding my son, Mikey, Jr. who was 3 years old.  My husband couldn’t find work, so I called the place in Chicago where I used to work as an accountant’s assistant before the marriage.  It was owned and operated by Jews.  I was hired immediately and promised not only a good salary to help my family, but I would be taught a skill of accounting.  But, it was all a Jewish lie and diabolical deception, for the Jewish man was coercing me to have sex in order to keep my family fed.  Hitler knew this before World War II, and established German laws especially to punish Jews who were preying on White German women and using them for free sex and abandoning them.  After much education to teach the White German girls of these crimes, when the White girls were not aware of this deliberate Jewish intention to bring down the White race, the German girls were filling out police reports like crazy against Jews, and these Jewish rapists were the first Jews deported in World War II, in order to protect Jewish White women, and preventing unsupported bastard children for the government to support.

Mike and I eventually divorced because he became violent at home towards me.  He would have nightmares sometimes and even his Daddy could not wake him up during the night except with a broomstick, because he would start fighting as if he were in the war.

Once, when our dog, Queenie the German Shepherd that had the 52 puppies, was trying to walk down the long flight of stairs at the back of our home, he aggressively kicked her down 10 stairs in one of his drunken states,  because she was getting old and couldn’t walk down fast enough and he got impatient.  I ran down the flight of stairs because she screamed and yelped so loud and I had to lift her 70 pound aching body back upstairs.  From that day on she couldn’t hold her bowels or bladder and the Vet said to put her to sleep.  It reminds me of the first Elvis song he ever sang, “Ol’ Shep,” which I cry to every time I hear it.  Here is the song “Ol Shep” from youtube when Elvis sings about a dog that had to be murdered with a bullet when the dog got old. It is said to be the most tearful song of all of Elvis’ and many people have broken down and cried during it as I have being reminded of the torture my husband was suffering with and the death of my friend and pal, Queenie the German Shepherd.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXEXDFq3V1U

War is hell, not only for the Vet but for the family also.  It divides and conquers the most important unit in the White race, the family.

Enclosed is the song by the White Country and Western singer, “He’s Got a Purple Heart, She’s Got a Heart of Gold.”

There were four of us, Michael, me, Barbara Ann, our eldest son, Mikey Duncan, Jr. and our son, Paul.  Paul was spared so far as he was raised by a Christian boarding school. Although he was considered the best writer that his college ever seen, according to the school librarian that corrected the final thesis papers students wrote, but he doesn’t approve of my using the word “White.”  He believes as we are taught not to talk about race, which only seems to apply to Whites, since the Jews have many rich organizations, Blacks have NAACP, which is a racist organization only for colored people, La Raza, the “Race,” for Mexicans, etc.  Not only am I deprived of my White Civil Rights to peacefully assemble, but I am deprived of my family White rights to try and save the White family unit by speaking about it with my own White sons that came out of my womb!  Why did I lead a good life, not smoking, no drinking, no drugging, not even caffeine.  I try to love God and go to church, and help my fellow man, on any and every occasion.  I ask like Jesus did on the Cross, “Why God have you forsaken not only me, but my dead husband, my son, and judging from all Census reports and prognostications, my entire White race?  I believe the White Race, especially through our Christian background, have lived an exemplary lives as a people, and do not deserve to die or degenerate any further.

Well, after much time being married, Michael started to go out more frequently. He always bowled on Friday nights, and went out with his boss, on Tuesdays after work, but now it was almost every day. And he left me alone.  After a while, I needed to get out, for I was being left all alone. He would take the boys to see his father, and just said he needed to go by himself. I never argued, but, it was already a tell-tale sign that he wanted to take over the boys’ lives.

Strange things started to happen with his behavior.  Once we had a flood in our basement, and the sump pump was broken. I decided to call a plumber, for usually Mike would just put on a pair of boots and drain out the basement by hand.  I already had been electrocuted and almost killed by an old freezer that was in this basement and because the floor was slightly wet I opened the door and all the electricity went right through me.  Luckily I prayed to God, and I’m here today, alive and able to write this to you.

The plumber was just finishing up with the installation of a machine that would stop the floods.  He was at the door when my husband Mike came home from work. Mike got violent at seeing a strange man leaving, even though the plumbing truck was parked outside and the man was in dirty work clothes.  I thought Mike was going to fight with him, and was afraid for myself. I explained right away, but, Mike just turned within and sulked away.

I begged Mike to go out together as a family once again, but he refused. He wanted me at home, and alone.  So finally I asked him one day:  “Mike let’s go to the zoo. It is Sunday and I’d love to take the kids.”  He was grumpy and refused.

I rarely drove anywhere, as I was just that dependent on him. I didn’t know if I could even make it from Sauk Village Illinois to Brookfield Illinois about 25 miles away on the express way. None of my sisters drive that far, as they were dependent on their husbands also, or take streets instead of highways.

I reasoned that if Mike could go out, that I could and really should, especially since I was subject to depression from my poverty stricken White Polish-American childhood.

When I got to the zoo it was cheaper for me to take out a family membership than to pay for all the things I wanted to do.  So I took out one for a year.

I made some peanut butter and jelly and also bologna sandwiches and drove the new car we bought for “him,” to get to work, not for me and the boys.  I only stayed about two hours, and just spent a pleasant time relaxing with the various animals behind the cages.  Yet it was “I” who felt like I was in a cage.  For it was scary to go out in a city that had so much violence and I not only was afraid for myself being a White woman but for my children.   I did not feel safe alone in America as a White woman, and even until today, living in the 4th highest crime city in the world, Las Vegas, I still do not feel safe.

Just a few years ago, a black man was found in my tool shed adjoining my home.  During the night I woke up with dogs barking and police shouting as they pulled the Black man with the braids out of my property and the Black man had a loaded gun.  The police told me it was so dangerous as they shouted there were more criminals loose in the park. Why this black man chose “my” tool shed, can only make me believe he meant harm to me for being vocal about the White race.

Well, when I got home from the zoo, back in 1983, I was shocked when I got out of the car. I thought Mike, from Viet Nam, was going to kill me. He yelled at me, and then went into the yard and smashed all the redwood furniture in the yard.  I hurriedly took our White sons in the house, for they had never seen their father act like this.

Mike was verbally abusing me toward the end, and our boys were talking to me and criticizing me the same way that he was. I felt I was being abused by all three of them, for even my two year old, who barely could talk, was spouting out abusive words towards me.  I was outnumbered, and didn’t argue back, and really didn’t know what to do, for I wasn’t treating them like that.

I was afraid for my sons who were getting the “bad” traits of their Daddy, and didn’t understand the effects of the war, other than I was hurting deeply and silently and surely the boys felt it too.  Mike had no other way of dealing with his problems, that the bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label Scotch. After all he was supposed to be a “former” Marine, and even John Wayne, the Hollywood actor always portrayed the White man as being the “strong, silent type.”  He didn’t want to appear “weak,” yet, I really feel sorry for him, as I look back. I was too emotionally spent to understand what we were handling.

I asked my brother, Nicky Novak, an English teacher at the school my son Mikey Jr. attended, how I should nurture, since Mikey’s test scores showed over a 98% percentile as being the highest in intelligence in the nation. Nicky told me, “The Japanese and Asian women spend time with their (yellow) children after school. They just stand by the side of their children while doing homework and if the child needs help, they wait for the child to ask, but they are there with them close by.

So, we had bought our son a beautiful desk and shelves on sale, so when my son came home from school, instead of letting him play the entire time, I asked him politely to sit at his desk and I would be there to help him with his homework. Since I always read to Mikey, he was used to me being involved at some level.  So, he sat obediently, and didn’t talk back, but proceeded to do his homework. He didn’t have man questions, but this was new, and I was willing to be the best mother I possibly could, even competing with Jewish and Yellow mothers who are considered “smarter” than White mothers.

Suddenly, my husband came home from work, and asked what we were doing. I told him I wanted to help nurture Mikey our son since he was so smart and needed guidance. I further said my brother, the educator, suggested this.

My husband again became violent and began to verbally abuse me in front of Mikey, scaring both of us.  He screamed at Mikey and me, “Go outside and play like the other boys. You don’t have to listen to your mother, she is ‘crazy.’  And when he said crazy, his words and looks were like a knife into my heart, and it still bleeds today, because I’ve heard that my whole life, and surely, you will think so too for my attempt to save the White male through my memoirs

It was clear there was a division between us, but I never suspected there was another woman.

It wasn’t soon after, that Mike was staying out for a few days at a time. Once he said he crashed in a ditch, and couldn’t get to a phone, etc.

But the dreaded day came when Mike came home from work and I can still see him as he walked up the stairs. Since I rarely talked, I knew instinctively something was very wrong.  And I asked him, “Mike, what is bothering you today. Did you have a hard day at work, or was traffic in a snarl in your long drive from work?”

I gently said, “Mike, let’s sit at the table and talk about it.”

He sat down and I sat along side of him.  He looked at me and started to cry.  I still see the tears welling up in his eyes, and his eyes getting redder and redder.  I thought perhaps he was fired again and didn’t want to let me and the kids down.

Instead he said, “I still love you, but I have another woman and she gave me the ultimatum to either marry her or she will leave me.”

In the Third World War between the White male and female, this was an anti-matter nuclear bomb. It shattered my mind, my consciousness and my being. I couldn’t believe my ears, and didn’t know what to do. As the old saying goes, “The wife is always the last to know.”

It frightened me, for I counted on him more than I really should have. He even said, “you will never be able to make it without me.”  I imagine many women were like me until recently, where women can support themselves through work.

As we talked, I said to him, “If you are leaving me for sex, then let’s try to revive our sex life. I will do anything you want in bed, and please don’t leave me for that.”

Well, it must have been that this woman gave him anal sex for that is what he wanted.  I was offended because I am very heterosexual coming from a family of 12 children, but now it is the gays and lesbians and pedophiles who are getting all the rights and protection while the heterosexual White male is being crucified and going extinct.  I didn’t want to be subject to this again, and was embarrassed that he even asked me, especially since my bowels had been severely bleeding before.

Even a U.S. Marine wife, Kay Griggs, exposes the expectation of “homosexuality” in order to rise in the level of the military:

http://www.veoh.com/browse/videos/category/educational/watch/v12064969Z7DTb6j#

Here is part two:

http://www.veoh.com/browse/videos/category/educational/watch/v120649799ZRKXbS#

It is said if we are to save our country it is the “women” that must change, and here is a women that wants to bring “change” with the Truth, and not trillion dollar debt to our White grandchildren, who will never survive the burden, as the Whites are the “minority” race of the world.

Well, I went to Mike’s job at Frito Lay and talked with the woman who was his mistress.  She told me sarcastically that I wasn’t a “party woman” and that she was and that is what he wanted.

That surprised me since we had so many parties before, but after I found God and religion, I didn’t want to be around drinking and drugs anymore, especially since I was breastfeeding for those toxins would come out in my mother’s milk and affect my young, innocent babies who did not ask to be born into this world.

I begged her to leave him alone, as my boys were young, and I wanted to fight for him, our marriage, and our son’s future.  She refused.

It was like Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, all the King’s horses and all the King’s men, couldn’t put Humpty back together again.

Then there was the day when he told me that he and his girlfriend had a hit man after me to kill me and that I would have to watch my step for I would never know when it was going to happen.  It seemed as if he was gas-lighting me, even trying to drive me crazy and into an insane asylum.  But, I had nowhere to turn because I refused to go back to the Jewish psychiatrist that tried to rape me the second time, after building up my trust.

I thought for sure I was losing my mind, and didn’t know from one moment to the next if I was going to leave this reality once and for all. I think that if I had broken down, it would have been such a relief to get out of this reality which had meant nothing but pain, agony and misery for my parents, me, my husband, and now my son.

I went to the lawyer, Mary Thompson, one of the first female lawyers in that area, and she said the divorce would take six weeks and $750.00.  If he contested, it could take ten years and tens of thousands of dollars.

When I decided to go through it, she told me to leave the home and take the children and go to the Crisis Center for Battered Wives. She told me that since he already threatened my life, when he gets the final papers of divorce from the Sheriff it would be then that he might try to kill me.  This seems to be the pattern of those involved in domestic violence murders.  And when I worked at Roadway Trucking many years later, one of the nicest managers from the dock, her name was Ann, was found dead during domestic violence when her husband killed not only her, but her mother and father when she went to divorce him.

I got my son ready for he was four years old at the time.  Then I tried to coax our eldest to come with us.  I of course didn’t mention that we were going to the Crisis Center, for I was protecting both myself and my White sons not from their father, but what the Viet Nam War made out of this White man I had lived with for many years.

One son refused to come with me and said he wanted to be with his Dad. I think my sons saw their father as the “strong” one in the family and in abusive situations, the children side with the abuser for fear the children themselves will be abused.

So, I had to leave son with his Dad.  I never saw my husband abuse the children, except once my mother said that while she was babysitting, my husband took my son while he was a baby and when he went to change his diaper he threatened to throw baby Mikey against the wall for he wouldn’t like there still.  Mama was aghast and warned me, but my husband never acted like that when I was around.

I would have rather have gone to stay with members of my family, but I was not welcomed and turned away when I asked.  Not only that, my lawyer said that my husband would look for me there, and he could find me and kill me.

So, I was on the run, and went to the Crisis Center, where my lawyer had me admitted.  The counselors were kind enough to give me a room with a bunk bed. It was an old farmhouse in the middle of a field, hidden away from society, where no one could find me, and even my lawyer had no access of phone number.

It was heartbreaking for both Mike and I, for we were torn to pieces over what was happening. I can look back, and see, that at least for me, there was no other man in my life, and was sorrowful that had to happen to two people who were being led by the ways of today’s society, which breaks down the White family and not tries to uphold, restore or resurrect it.

But, in the last few months, I was being verbally abused, threatened in my own home, my children completely turned against me, and was bruised by my husband and had to go to the emergency room.  It was then his lawyer told my husband, “You can treat her as badly as you want, just don’t leave any bruises.”  So, even though I moved out of our bedroom, he grabbed me violently, through me against the heavy wooden chest of drawers, and then through me on the bed and raped me against me will. My boys, could hear my screams, through the closed doors, but were too frightened to do anything.

So, when I finally landed up at the Crisis Center for Battered Wives, I went to my bunk bed and finally went to bed in a safe place where no one could find me and got a good night’s rest, as I had been living in fear for a long time.

My lawyer worked to get my husband out of the home, but I really felt there should be some sort of action to help us work things out. There was none.  The lawyers knew we had over $16,000.00 in the bank, which was a lot in 1983.  We were getting 16.9% interest, and during our whole marriage Mike and I never touched that account which we worked so hard to put there.

As it turned out, the two lawyers never stopped putting Mike and I through court trials until most of that money went into the lawyer’s deep, deep pockets. I tried to get another attorney, but gave up, when I found out from many divorced men and women that I talked to that they had gone through 2, 3 even 4 lawyers for they all were getting treated badly and the lawyers were all the same.

Where the judge ordered Michael to pay for my expenses and child support, Mike stopped the moment the judge awarded “joint custody.”

For you see, Mike tried to take my children from me and get custody of them. It turns out that his new girlfriend didn’t want any of his money to go to me, and she told Mike that since he got a vasectomy and couldn’t have children any more, she would raise them as her own.

Mike tried to convince the courts that I was crazy for not giving my children medicine. I had several reasons for that. The first being that I learned that if I took pills it would go into my embryo child and into my milk when I went to breastfeed and a small human couldn’t handle those pills made for adult bodies.

The second is that I myself was on 23 pills a day from the doctors when my bowels were bleeding and the more pills I took the sicker I became and the more pills the doctors gave me. It was a vicious cycle.

Yet, my lawyer told me that there was a serious threat that courts and my husband and his girlfriend could take the children from me because I withheld vaccines and pills from them. She further advises me to fill my medicine cabinet with over the counter drugs and give them to my children.

It was odd advice that the courts and my lawyer would advise me like that. For 6 years later when I had to put my older son, Mikey into the hospital for drug and alcohol addiction, his counselor told me that children become addicts, not through drug dealers alone, but from all the legal pills and medicines the parents start their children on.  He then advised me to “empty” out my medicine cabinet. Although it wasn’t “my” medicine cabinet that was full of doctor’s pills and drug store over the counter medicine, but my husband and his girlfriend had a medicine cabinet full of pills and they never abided by the court’s rules.

The same thing happened when the court ordered that the entire family was to go to family counseling. I was to go with the younger son, Paul, and my husband, was to take our older son, Mikey, Jr. to an appointed psychologist.

I went with Paul, but Mike never took Mikey.  The counselors advised us to read a book on joint custody. I read it and based my thoughts and actions on what the book advised to be the best for all of us. I especially observed the rule of making sure that I encouraged the boys to love their father and get along with the new step-mother.

The odd thing is that my husband and his girlfriend, didn’t attend the counseling sessions or read the book to help us get through this. I believe it was this that enabled my husband to turn my sons against me, as I suffer from Parent Alienation even until today, and have no promise of ever having a decent relationship with my White sons.

I do not think that the Jewish women suffer from this, nor the Chinese mothers who get a tremendous respect as being the elders of their children.

There is nothing in our society today, that “cements” the parent and child relationships.

Well, after the divorce, the custody was set up that the boys would live with their Daddy, three days a week, with me three days a week, alternating the last day. Mike lived in the same town, so the boys could attend the same schools.

I had to go back to work, but I was a displaced homemaker, that had spent the last 16 years helping my husband, so I ended up just cleaning houses for richer women. This also let me be home for my younger son, while he was growing up.

Mike, my ex-husband, still had his good job at Frito-Lay, making a large salary, and I was not getting any child support, for he refused to pay me, once the decree was finalized.  Hence, he was able to spend a lot of money on the boys, where I didn’t even have enough to support myself.  When I would file my taxes, the government would give me extra money for child earned income credit, as we were that poverty stricken.

There were no NAACP-type people to come to my home and help me or the boys. There was no welfare or food stamps or medical for me. I was just the poor White good woman, which was lost in this society.

I had no money for the boys, so whatever the boys got as far as material things, their father bought them with the money he was supposed to give me for food, shelter and clothing, for the boys.  That reinforced this separation between me and my sons.

Mike taught the boys to keep silent about anything that went on at the other house. So, today, my son’s refuse to volunteer any information towards what happened since the divorce.

Where I tried to maintain discipline and a healthy and spiritual life for our sons, Mike and his girlfriend had a home without rules and regulations, giving more freedom to the boys than they could handle.

Eventually, I got a job at Roadway in the office, and had to work all night on the third shift. My older son wanted to live with his father, and I didn’t object, for I really felt that no matter what happened to our marriage, Mike was still their father, and I always taught my sons to love him and respect him.  A boy needs male mentors, and my husband still had a lot of good qualities to share. Yet I feel my ex-husband was “handicapped,” by the war, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, but was never considered “handicapped,” just weak and addicted.

Since I worked all night, I felt terrible about putting my son in a stranger’s home that I used for a baby sitter. Then an opening came where I could put my younger son in a Christian boarding school. It meant that Paul would live there 5 days a week, and I would pick him up on Friday. It was a five hour trip there and back in heavy Chicago downtown traffic. I would then take him to his Dad’s for the week-end, and I had no other time with my son.

I thought once to ask my husband to drive Paul back to the boarding school, because I didn’t have enough time to drive him and then work at a high pressure job at Roadway Express for 12 hours.  It was wearing me down.

But, when I went to Mike’s home unexpectedly, I found him drunk on Sunday in the afternoon, and was afraid for Paul to be in the car with him. So I never asked Mike again.

Mike stopped speaking to me altogether, and ignored my requests for child support.  Since my lawyer had the child support payments deducted his check and recorded by the court’s computer, eventually Mike owed me and the boys over $16,000.00 and they were going to put him in jail for non-payment.

But, Mike called me and didn’t want to go to jail. He asked me if he could sign over in a Quit Claim deed, his share of the home, and although that covered only $8,000.00 I agreed to help him out so that he wouldn’t get in trouble.  I was always concerned about his welfare.  Eventually, I sold the home, because I couldn’t upkeep it by myself, and that money I made just kept me out of poverty, and didn’t get me or the boys rich.

I never heard from Mike and only saw my older son when I took him on Sunday to Sunday School.  Then when Mikey was about 17 he said that he and his girlfriend couldn’t handle Mikey as he was getting into trouble.  He asked, “Can Mikey live with you.”  I agreed and tried to revive our relationship when my son and I were so close before our second child came along.

But, Mikey must have been deep into drugs in high school.  He dropped out of school against my wishes, although I made him get a G.E.D.  It broke my heart, for Mikey would have been considered as having one of the highest White male intellects in our country according to percentile tests in grammar school.

Well, eventually Mike took the sons to Texas, after he lost his job and went to work for Mobil.  I never heard from the boys for a while

When Paul graduated from grammar school, I flew to attend the graduation. It was then I talked openly and frankly with my ex’s girlfriend. She also came from a large family, not quite as large as mine though. I asked how she managed to survive, as I had such a struggle and she replied, “Well, after high school I made sure that I had a date every night and men always paid for my meals.  Even your husband.” So she confessed that she used my husband first for free meals, (and the odd thing is that he never took me out to dinner once) and then for a home and have him support her while she took bubble baths and watched soap operas all day long.

Then I asked my son, Paul, if he would like to go to a Christian boarding High school.  He admitted that my husband’s girl friend was treating him badly, once picking up the poop her English Bull Dog made in the house and threw it all over his bedroom, contaminating his clothes, school papers, and belongings with the feces.

Several years later, I moved downtown, as I was able to afford a studio condo on the Magnificent Mile above the Jewish Neiman Marcus downtown Chicago.  But, believe me, I could never shop there, because of the high prices.  I left Roadway Express, and got a job next door, working for Jews, and the female boss there was Satanic.  Since I was not making the money I had made at Roadway, I had to work as many as eight jobs, even cleaning houses and toilets just to stay alive and survive.

I didn’t date very much, but took karaoke lessons with a teacher, Dennis Baby Richards, who taught always to dress in “costume” as if in Las Vegas.  It was then with the costumes, I started to be on TV, radio, parades, news, and in magazines.  Melissa and the Juleps even wrote a song about me as the Queen of Karaoke, which was a title given to me.  There were also a bunch of college students that kindly had a fan club for me as I performed on karaoke television in Chicago on Wednesday nights.

Well, of the 300 times I was on TV and radio, there was one story that was quite astonishing. My son, Paul, was in college. He and his black friends from the Christian College basketball team wanted to spend spring break in Chicago and wanted Jerry Springer tickets. He is Jewish, rich and famous.  I don’t have TV so I didn’t know who he was.  Paul has asked me for very little and is a self-made man, for I didn’t even have enough to buy him razor blades so he could shave, I was so poor.  Now my poverty was affected him.  So when he said, “Mom can you try to get me Jerry Springer tickets,” I tried.  OH did I try. For 5 days.  Finally, I got the tickets, but now I wanted to go with, just to find out who is that popular. Even when my boys were small I just had to go to a booth to get Bozo tickets, although I waited 10 years before we went on the show and me and the boys especially liked “Wizzo the Wizard.”

Well, I happened to meet Jerry Springer downtown on Rush Street and told him of my dilemma. He offered to have me call his secretary and I went to see his show.  The fighting didn’t bother me for the house I grew up with, was 10 times worse.

After the show they asked for volunteers who wanted to be on TV. I raised my hand and fast so I could compete with the younger kids who were waving their hands like crazy. I sang a song “He’s A Rebel,” acappella, and the staff loved it. I got to have a tour of the studios. Well, lo and behold, who happened to see it but my ex-husband, Mike, living with his girlfriend and my other son in Beaumont, Texas.

He called me on the phone and said, “What are you doing on the Jerry Springer Show?”  I asked, “Who is this?” I get very few phone calls, as I have had to give up my entire social life to work and slave in this country without any help from the government as the broken down widow of a Great White War hero.  I’ve been slaved to death, just as my Mama and Daddy were “with no help!” I still get no help.

He said, “Mike, your ex-husband.”  I said, “Mike, where is my child support?”  I hadn’t heard from him in years, and although he was supporting his girl friend in the bubble bath watching soap operas, my son Paul got nothing, and Mikey had been working jobs since I took him by the hand at the age of 15 to work at McDonald’s.

Matter of fact, I was told by my son’s rehab counselor that it was the Olive Garden Italian Restaurant in the South Suburbs of Chicago that got him addicted through staff and management parties!

He did not like me singing on this Jewish man’s show.  He was so upset, angry and furious that he left his girlfriend, that he left me for, and within a few weeks the doorman called up to me and said, “there is a ‘Mike Duncan’ to see you.”  I thought it was my son, Mikey, Jr., but even that would have been odd since he lived in Texas and no one called me ahead of time.

When I opened the door, I was flabbergasted and shocked to see my former husband in the doorway.

“Can I come in?”  Of course, and let him in my studio condo. Bob Avellini the quarterback for nine years for the famous coach, Mike Ditka, used to own it and it was all White carpeting, furniture, glass dining table and chairs, and all mirrors on the wall.

I had mentioned to him on the phone that if he needed help, since he told me about his D.U.I. and drinking, to check with the Veteran’s Hospital.

He really didn’t come back to see me though, or if he did, another girl stole him from me. He had met a girl named “Sherry,” from Mississippi who was a former stripper.  He got along well with her, and they began living together after he left my home.

I forgave him for the past, as I think I needed forgiving too, and I tried to get him a good job downtown Chicago at the end of his life, and took him in for a while until he went to live with the stripper from Mississippi.  I was the Director of Human Resource Development for a large catering company.  The owner was frustrated as he would hire tuxedoed waitstaff and they would only send him blacks, and browns and gays.  There were no Whites, and he found that not only discriminating, but aggravating.  So, I hired my husband who was White, but he had a difficult time doing the balancing of the equipment, which would have been a breeze for him, before the addictions messed up his brain, nerves and mind.

He came with me once to one of my costumed karaoke performances and requested that I sing a song, “Baby I Need Your Loving.”

Here is a version from England that brought tears to my eyes:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOyP6BXpwco

I will never forget, we were at Trader Todd’s Karaoke Bar on State Street in Chicago.  He was sitting in the front seat, and I was looking out at him while I was singing.

Even though Mike was short on funds, he always had a nice appearance.  Where he once wore his little brown toupee, he now shaved his head.  I must say, he had the largest head that I have ever seen on a man.  When he covered it with the hair on the wig, I never noticed.  Perhaps, that large head meant a large brain, and a capacity to be very intelligent.

His nice appearance was probably the reason why he never got aid from the Veteran’s. Now that the Whites are compared with blacks and browns, our needs, no matter how desperate are becoming invisible, for the non-Whites are bringing their third world needs to our system, and we cannot compete.  Compared to other Whites, we or have been suffering extremely, but the new system that is “partial” to non-Whites, has no room for White needs, wants, and problems.  No matter what my husband did, he could not compare to the black man that I saw riding on the subway, that had newspapers and plastic bags all over him.

But this black man’s ancestors did not come over on the Mayflower ship, nor did this black man fight on the front lines of Viet Nam and bring almost his entire troop home, when most other troops on the front lines died.

When I took my son on a cruise to Mexico, (for the life of me I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t have wanted to go to White Europe to learn about his ancestors, and Bach, Brahms, and Beethoven.  Since Chicago had more Mexicans than anywhere else in the United States except for Los Angeles, I would think that he saw enough. But, as it turns out my son is living with a girl from Chili South America and does not want to marry a White woman.  Whatever this country has done to curse the White race, perhaps only God can stop this decline and destruction.

Well, Mike had a liking for this girl Sherry that he met on the Greyhound bus when he came back to Chicago.  I guess they had things in common, that he and I didn’t.  She liked to drink and drug.

He moved to Joliet near his step-sister, Michelle, and lived at times with this girl Sherry.  He called me to tell me that while he was sleeping one night she came after him with a claw hammer and was going to kill him.  She was a vicious bitch if there ever was one.

I spoke with Mike about going into the Veteran’s Hospital.  I kept saying, “Mike, you are a hero. You worked for so many years, and Fortune 100’s companies and have a perfect record.  Go to the V.A. they will help you.”  Famous last words that I regret.

For Mike did go there, and he stayed there for six months in detox.  He complained that they did absolutely nothing for him except to sit in a chair like a wooden dummy and that was the extent of his therapy.  He confided that the tax payers are paying as much as ½ million dollars for this, and there was no therapy, no mentorship, no follow up.

I went to see him, and met one of the buddies that he met there. The only thing I was glad for was that he was sober at least for a little while at the end of his life, but he didn’t use that sobriety for anything worthwhile.

As a Queen of Karaoke, who designed and sewed 142 costumes, including military ones for performing, I sing over 4,000 songs in 7 languages.  I moved from Chicago to Las Vegas to entertain, as I’m probably the only person in the world that has accomplished this. I was told that I will never make it in Las Vegas, because it is totally owned and controlled by Jews, even having a Jewish Mayor Goodman, who once was the attorney for the Italian White Mafia who owned Las Vegas. He then double-crossed the Mafia, turned them into the FBI, and then the Jews were able to buy Las Vegas for mere pennies.

On the way here, I stopped in Arizona, to visit with Michael’s cousin, Albie, to get information and copy pictures of Mike and his ancestors for my own autobiography.  He gave me a black and white picture of his ancestors that were descendents of the Mayflower with the name of “Beadle” living in Lyons Township New York.  This is what linked him to the Stephen Hopkins a passenger with his wife and 4 children on the first ship to successfully colonize North America… the  Mayflower.  I also got two military pictures of Mike.

It was Memorial Day to honor Veteran’s and when I arrived in Vegas on May 30, 2004.  I decided to have these pictures blown up, and created a dedication for my former husband, for even though we were divorced, he was still my White son’s father and always will be, and the only man that ever really loved me and supported me.  I had creatively altered a military uniform that I made funky and female.  I took on stage with me the large pictures of my husband in Viet Nam with his machine gun and cigarette dangling from his mouth with the jungles of Viet Nam behind him.  I went on stage to sing karaoke in costume, as I have done on TV, radio, parades, many, many times before.

I had been writing the media with my opinions and complaints about the downtrodden Viet Vets and my husband’s White suicide.  Only this time, I sang a heartfelt song and on the microphone told the audience about my husband, back in Chicago, the “Hero from Viet Nam,” and sang the song, “Wind Beneath My Wings,” with lyrics that sing, “Did you ever know that you’re my hero?”  The next morning, I woke up suddenly about 7 a.m. Pacific Time and a feeling urged me to check my cell phone which I left in the car.  Although I was tired from the late night karaoke performances the night before, I heeded this intuition.  I checked the phone and the messages said it was the V.A. Hospital near Chicago.  I called.  The V.A. Hospital worker told me:  “Your husband was he was in a coma for 2 days, and died last night.” You know, in my heart, I believe that even while in the coma in that Chicago hospital over the 2,000 miles he heard my love, dedication, and respect for him.  I can sob, weep, and pray that he left this world with the feeling that ‘someone cared for him to go on stage and declare not only their ‘love’ for him, but, the respect for him as a Viet Nam Veteran US White Marine war hero.  I have tears in my eyes now, as I cry for his agony and pain.  Yes, dear Purple Heart Museum audience, ‘“someone; tried to ‘help’ my husband and I’m still trying to help him even though he is buried six feet under the earth, with only the remaining testicle the Yellow raced Asians did not explode as he lies in the Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery for eternity.  The same White Abraham Lincoln that gave Black Civil Rights to Americans.

The death certificate shows that he died from a high level of drinking and an accident on the street, but I talked to his step-sister, and she said that he came to her home, and hit his head on the corner of her building, and then hit his head on a car as he walked out, for he had two contusions on his head.

So there are two stories, the first that he fell in the street, the second that he fell twice and hit his head by his sister’s house.  Since his sister was living with a man from the penitentiary, I was worried, for my ex-husband, Mike the White Marine, may have just gotten money from the V.A. yet none was found on him.

The last I knew was that he was sharing a mobile home with a man in a forest.

I called her later to get a picture I had of me and Mike when we were first married.  In the picture, my husband wore tee-shirt I had made for him and me.  His said, “Master,” and mine said, “Slave.”  I was his Polish White slave, and he was my Master like Barbara Eden had in the TV series “I Dream of Jeannie.”  I had been a White Polish slave as well as my parents my entire life, and never complained or felt ‘discriminated’ against.  And perhaps, me and my Polish people should get retribution for our slavery and the injustice done against us first as slaves of the Jews and Europe, and second as sharing more than half of all the money taken in regarding the Holocaust, which somehow, only mentions “Jews,” that died, when in actuality, more Catholic White Polish people died in it than anyone.

And  I think the Jews should fork over their fortunes and should start to pay this restitution……… with compounded interest of which they collected for the last 60 years.

Well, back to his sister, she never returned my call, and she even had her phone disconnected and wanted nothing to do with me. I never had cross words with her, just a simple request for a copy of the picture and offered to pay for it.

Time passed and I didn’t hear from him. He was living for a while with an elderly lady and helping her out at the same time.  Mike was kind that way, to help others. I only wish my sons would help me, the way Mike was always willing to help me and others.

He went back to the V.A. hospital a second time, and the third time, was when he stepped on a roofing nail.  His foot became infected quite severely, and the doctors wanted to amputate part of it.  It seems that there should have been follow up mentorship when Mike was trying to hold a job or even get one.  He never should have taken a job on the roof, for he was getting black out spells, and it was dangerous.  It was “dangerous” but he was “desperate.”  He didn’t want handouts, but wanted to work and earn his way. He had that much pride, and throughout all of his difficulties, he maintained a sense of pride and humility.

One day, Michael called me up and was very worried and concerned.  He said, “Barbara Ann, I have written an autobiography about what it was like to be White and homeless, but it was strangely stolen. I have re-written it a second time, but I don’t trust keeping it around. Can I bring it to your home, and will you keep it for me safely in your condo.  You have cameras there, and doormen and high security.  Perhaps, if you keep it just for a while, until I can see if I can get it published.

“Of course,” I replied.  I never dreamed the weight of those words, as I myself now am writing an autobiography and only I know how much time and effort went into it, and above all what “risks” one takes when one reveals truthfully and honest what has really happened in one’s life.

Mike said, “Sunday is Easter, and I can hop on a train and meet you downtown.”

I asked, “Would you like me to pick you up and the train station,” and he was glad for the offer.

I saw Mike Last on Easter Sunday, that service that commemorates Jesus’ resurrection of the dead, after being harassed by his fellow Jews during his three years of public life, having his life threatened several times, made a fool out of by Jewish teachers and lawyers, then arrested by the Jews, given up for beatings, and even when Pilate the White Roman said that Jesus was innocent, the Jews still wanted Jesus crucified, and weren’t happy until it was done.  But then, after all that pain and suffering came the resurrection from the dead, and we Christians celebrate that on Easter Sunday. I just read that in Italy, they have taken down all crucifixes in the schools for fear of hurting the Jews’ feelings. No one cares about the White Gentile’s feelings, as we go extinct, just the “poor” rich Jews.  It is an insult to my intelligence.

I picked up Mike at the train downtown as I had promised. I always keep my promises, no matter how busy or sick or tired I am.  He handed me a pin with a pink rose on it and said smiling, “Happy Easter.”

He reached over to his autobiography and showed me what it looked like. It was in a bag that had pictures of us and our sons when we were married, and he wanted me to keep that too.  I was happy to do so.

We were going to go to church together, and it was nice to have someone to go to church with, since I’ve had to go alone for so many years, and growing up in a big family I always had a partner, if not three.

After the nice service, we walked back to my car underground in Chicago.  When I got to my car I screamed out loud, “Oh my God! Someone smashed my window!”

There was a pool of glass lying all around the right side of my car. Mike rushed to that side, and looked inside of the car.  The bag with our pictures and his second autobiography was stolen.  This time forever. I think it was at that moment he decided that he could not go on anymore.

Whatever he revealed in that book, is gone with the thieves, for the powers that be do “not” want the general public to know.  He was heartbroken.

He said, “I’ve lived under the streets and I’ve seen what the robbers do.  Perhaps they threw it in a garbage can nearby which is what the thieves do.”  But, it was no use; the book was gone.  Our family pictures forever missing.

I fell to my knees and started to cry.  Since I was living downtown Chicago, the thieves had robbed my purse nine times in nine years. I couldn’t even walk down the street with a purse, but had to stuff my keys, money, lipstick in my bra.  My karaoke equipment was stolen, alone with an expensive microphone, karaoke disks and karaoke television.  A thief broke into my apartment and stole my Christmas cash that I had put away.  And this was the “third” time someone smashed my car window when parked on the streets of Chicago.  Thank God, I had a private garage in my skyscraper, for I don’t know what would have happened to my car.  I even told the police the last time this violence happened to me that I would leave Chicago, as I absolutely couldn’t take the crime anymore.

I think when I saw that even my former husband couldn’t protect me from the atrocious violence that was perpetrated against a “good” White woman like myself, I too gave up.

We both looked at each other for the last time, and both of us knew how hopeless it was trying to succeed in this violent, anti-White, society.  I looked at him and we both cried.

I drove him back to my condo and had a wonderful Easter dinner.  He used to love my cooking, as I had hot meals for him three times a day, with organic vegetables from the garden. Nothing was too good for my King of my life.

I have to stop, because the tears are starting to flow again.  I don’t know if the other Veteran’s and their families feel the pain like I do, but I have a lot of feelings and I guess that is “politically incorrect.”  The more machine-like we are, the better.

I look back and know one thing:  he was the only man that supported me for even my Daddy told me to quit school when I was 16 as they couldn’t afford to keep me.  Other men that I dated, expected me to support them, such as my first boyfriend.  And I only made $.50 an hour in high school and shared that with him, even though I was so poor I needed it for my own needs.

Since we parted, I had remarried, but even though he made a lot of money, he lived in my rehabbed home and expected me to support him.  After the second divorce, I dated somewhat, but nothing serious.  I find that men don’t want me.  I do not race-break, for that is wrong according to how I was raised with a Polish-American background.

When I researched my ancestry on the internet, I looked up the school I went to, St. Mary Magdalene Polish Catholic Grammar School. And the archives said that it was built so that (White) Polish immigrants could meet each other and socialize, meet, mingle, marry and mate.  But it said that we were not to marry other races or especially not to marry Jews.  I was shocked, but then I didn’t know how badly the Jews treated the White Poles for the last 900 years.  Now I know. Now you know.

Therefore, I was very grateful that Mike had come into my life.  There was no one else for me, then, and now.  We were both troubled, but for a brief time on our earthly journey, God brought us together.  One knows when they have been touched by God.

Well, Mike tried to get disability but had failed for many years. I am surprised.  For when I was on a cruise with my son, Paul, there was a black man that stopped me after I performed in karaoke.  I had dedicated a song to my war hero husband, (even though we were divorced) and this black man was in Viet Nam too.  We talked about disability for the Veterans and he threw his head back and laughed, “Oh I get Agent Orange pension, but I was working in an office in a Holiday Inn, and never was in the jungles.  I’ve been collecting since 1967.”

My husband was fighting right where they were spraying the Agent Orange, and being an organic gardener I know deadly well, how sinister that can be.  How come the black guy got the Agent Orange Pension, and my husband couldn’t.  Does the government show “partiality” and “love” the blacks more, or do they just plain outright “hate” the White people and make it as difficult as possible.   With the new “hate” crimes laws, this will need to be addressed.

I’m looking at a medical record that I requested from the Veteran’s Administration. Now I really have compassion for there are many Veteran’s whose injuries were worse than my husband’s “physically.”  But, my husband’s emotional and mental wounds were so bad, that he killed himself. That is the “worse” one can get.  There is no higher level of pain.  I think to aggravate that, is the fact that there is no compassion or sympathy for people with mental or emotional problems.  Just that famous old phrase, “Why don’t you pull yourself up by your boot straps?”  Well, why don’t they say that to the blacks for their problems, or the Mexicans for theirs?  Again, they get the welfare, so it must mean our government “loves” Mexicans and Blacks, and “hates” Whites.  I can’t come to any other conclusion.  There was no help for me or my sons from the government either, even though we were penniless and I was very sick after the divorce.

It was a joy to work hard ‘with’ Mike Duncan.  I never complained, and I expected  very little in return.  He never even took me out to dinner once.  I suppose it was his Scottish and thrifty nature, for I’ve met and heard of other Scottish heritage men that are the same way.  It never bothered me, and it was only after I started to get out after the divorce and seeing all these restaurants that were filled with men paying for women’s meals and drinks, did I ever wonder why Mike never gave me that royal treatment or why I didn’t expect it or nag him about it.  But, he didn’t and I didn’t.

I cooked for him hot gourmet meals all the time, and even my children never went to Burger King or Wendy’s.  We always had fresh canned tomatoes, grape juice, homemade pickles from our organic garden near Chicago.  I sometimes sewed their clothes, and as an artist, painted my husband’s and son’s White portraits to immortalize them. I worked part-time at jobs at NAPA Auto, a Hospital, and Production Tool so that I wasn’t a financial burden on him, and we never had money problems, but lived below our means.  The only home we could get with a Veteran’s loan, was in a cheap White subdivision. When I eventually sent my sons to the schools there, there were German Shepherd’s patrolling the corridors for drugs.  My two White brothers taught there, and one said that he’d have to start his school day by monitoring the boy’s bathroom where as early as 8 in the morning the White boys were coming to school drugged, drunk and vomiting, or on their White parent’s prescription drugs.  That was in the 1980’s.  We have degenerated much, much more by now.

Since Mike’s mother was Lithuanian and considered Polish and I am Polish, I have been very concerned about the fact that our Polish people were in wars for 1,000 years, and those White men have been used as body bags, while 85% of the Jews called Poland home.

I must at least try to attempt to stop these wars for the Jews in Israel, for in the aftermath, it has cost the White people our race, and the suffering and the misery that goes along with it.

I was led to buy a DVD called “Katyń by Andrzej Wajda, a Polish man, whose father was murdered by the Russian Communists, (led by Jews) because he was an officer of the Polish army.  There were 20,000 of Polish smartest “intelligentsia” and the “elite” of the White Polish males finest leaders and officers were also murdered.

According to the author and filmmaker, the Poles were deceived into thinking that Russia was going to “help” them against the Germans in World War II, but instead of “helping” them, they convinced them to ride in a tank-like van, called the Black Maria, which the Russians furnished.  Once there, the Polish White male officers, were led to a building where Stalin the Russian Allied of the United States, had the men leave their belts and jewelry.  Once in the building, there was a picture of Stalin, and a Russian thug, would take a rope and noose the Pole from behind, and tie his hands. The Russian thug, (certainly drunk on Russian Vodka provided by the Jewish Mafia to make them more savage) would then take his piston and blast a bullet in the back of the skull of the White Pole.  The bodies would be shoved down a chute worse than a chicken in a Jewish Kosher poultry factory.

Andrzej Wajda’s father had his diary dated and ending in 1940 still in his pocket when he was thrown into the giant Katyń forest pit, hidden in his jacket. From what I studied, the Russians then put the Polish people in charge of those important positions, and eventually these same Jewish Poles who took the place of the murdered White Polish victims, emigrated to the United States in America, to become the Jewish Supremacists, in every field they are in:  Media, News, Book Writing, Text Book Publishing, Medicine, with doctors, pills, tests and hospitals, lawyers, all the way to the Supreme Court which is led by Jews, and there is now only one White male there, and he is 89. This is evidence of the power of the White man in this country.  One can read the book by former House of Representatives, Dr. David Duke, to see how the Jews or Hebrews, (the word “Hebrew means bandit,”) have stolen the White man’s country and everything in it, including raping their White women and impregnating them.

The movie, Katyń, described how the Germans found the forest because the concentrated 20,000 bodies start heaving up forming a mound. The Germans, under Hitler and the Nazis, called the Red Cross to investigate this. This information was hidden and blamed on the Germans, even though our friend and Allie Russia, was the villain, not Hitler, as the Jewish propaganda reported and still maintains until today, along with their Jewish Holocaust information and “not” a Polish Holocaust.

In the interview with Andzrej Wajda, as a bonus in the movie, he relates that he struggled with whether to emphasize the horrendous crime that was commit against the Poles by the (Jewish) Communist Russians, or the very big “LIE”, of the cover-up by the Russians and the false accusation of blaming the innocent Germans who we were supposedly at war with.   What my concern is that if the Russians covered this monumental crime, and if “this” is a LIE, then could the rest of World War II be questioned.  To date, as much as we cry “Freedom of Speech,” men around the world are being incarcerated in solitary confinement for just “debating” the Holocaust, and not “denying” it.

I ask myself in my deceased White husband’s name:  “Is this what my husband fought for?  White Rights?  Or to slam laws like Affirmative Action “against” White Rights especially White men, and give away our White rights to Jews and non-Whites.  The word “inalienable” means rights that cannot be transferred, and yet our White rights have been transferred, and taken away from us, as the tragedy of my White U.S. Marine husband’s suicide, who had been stripped of all us White rights, and left homeless, helpless, and the Veteran’s Hospital, knowing he was suicidal, released him.  Inalienable rights come from God, yet were taken away by the Jewish man, the competitor of the White male who has given the Jews a home for 1,000 years. Even the largest country of China, with a population of 1.3 billion Yellow people, massacred the Jews, when the Jews tried to set up a population there.  There were practically no Jews in China, until the Jewish Communists started a Revolution in China, and when the Jewish Communists won, they start setting up their credit and businesses.

While Mike was alive he always said the only thing he wanted from life was a 21-Gun Military Salute at a military funeral.  His White expectations might be considered ‘low’ by the money-minded.  Mike Duncan tried to aspire to higher ideals.  Sadly, there were very few people at his casket, and hadn’t I had his two sons, he would have had practically no one there, except for the Marine pall bearers.  As I grow older and live alone in a senior citizen park, I am sure that I too will have no one at my funeral.  Both Mike and my circumstances during our marriage and after the divorce have led to a rather lonely life separated not only physically from friends and relatives, but moreover, emotionally.

The Marines were kind enough to grant his last and only wish of bullets flying above his flag-draped casket with a 21-Gun Salute funeral.  The bullets appeared as a flock of the fastest bird alive, the Spine-tail Swift, also known as the White-Throated Needletail, with a maximum recorded speed of 171 miles per hour.  The funeral was so heartbreaking for my oldest son, Mikey, Jr. who 31 one years old at the time, and was not only his son, but his buddy.  And that my other son, Paul’s girlfriend, Jess Patterson, whose father worked directly for the White President Bush’s Black Secretary of State, Candaleeza Rice, Jess said, “I think your son Mikey is going to have a nervous breakdown; I have never seen such grief and sorrow in my life.”  My son was crying uncontrollably at the loss of his Daddy and could not be consoled.   I taught my sons to feel love and to feel respect their US White Marine Purple Heart Daddy!  And if my dead husband could hear me I’d say and sing the song written and sung by Dolly Parton, the gal with the big boobs and big blonde hair just like me, “I Will Always Love You.”   And I did try to help him, but to no avail.

As I see Dolly Parton and Vince Gill sing to each other, I can’t help but envision Mike and I singing together in perfect harmony, one last time, not through earthly means, which always seem to fall short of our expectation, but through these words and paper to let him know how grateful I am for his valiant service, courage and bravery to our country and his energy, strength, and support both in business and around the home in helping me raise our two White sons.  And as the White singers hold hands during their expression of music, I wish that Mike and I could hold hands just one last time.  It’s too late for that.  His suicide ended his life on May 30, 2004, the day I arrived in Las Vegas alone.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XafBLDVtF7Y

I’m weeping at my computer as I stare at this white screen with black words on it, and wonder if we will someday come to a point in our history where there will be no more Purple Hearts given out to White men, and not needing any other race to fight in our stead, but to “heal” our nations bleeding wounds, especially for our White men.

This song just “popped” up on my computer, and since it seems a fit ending, that I “say a little prayer,” Mike Duncan’s memory will be in my thoughts and words to God.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHyzxVlOI98&feature=rec-HM-r2

I was still writing my pages and pages to the media.  At random, now, or to the Senators, or my Representative, about the anguishes I was seeing in the United States and the threats for the White Race.  And then by coincidence on August 28, 2005, I was sitting at my computer screen, busily typing away, and as I was typing faster and faster, my thoughts started to go deeper and deeper into my own consciousness and experience. I write from my heart, since we were too poor to have a television, books, magazines, radio etc.  Therefore, I don’t have the continual programming, brainwashing or hyped up propaganda that others have.

In these writings, I was feeling pain so horrible, about the sufferings of my husband before he died, his buddies that were wounded or killed in Viet Nam, and how this was affecting me, my sons, the White race, and our place in the world.  It angered me, and since I don’t run for a bottle of pills to temporarily ease my pain, or medicate my “feelings” since “feelings” really can’t be medicated, I wrote something like this:

“I’m tired of writing and getting nowhere.  I’m going to check the phone book and find a talk radio show, as my siblings in Chicago have gone on, and I’m going to tell my White dead husband’s tragic story.”

So I went on the internet and put in “talk radio” and Las Vegas.  The first one that came up was KDWN-AM.  The ad reported it had 50,000 watts of power and could be heard for many miles around.  I had never done anything like this before, but I wanted my husband’s story to be told.

I turned it on, 720 on the dial, and it was in the evening.  The first show I listened to was the “Michael Savage Show,” which was in the afternoon.  Much later I looked his name up on the internet and found that he had indeed wrote a book, “The Death of the White Male.”  I was curious, and eventually rented a copy from the library. This Michael was Jewish, and he saw the discrimination against White men as far back as 1977.

Here is what he wrote:  “I wrote the “Death of the White Male” in 1977.  It began as a poem, a plea from the heart to then President Jimmy Carter.”  He could see it from Jewish eyes, where our White people have just had it drummed out of them for fear of punishment.  When one is “silent” and “politically correct,” one gains the smiles of this reality.

When I listened to his show, I heard him scream, rant and yell.  I look back on this now, and for comparison there are three main radio a.m. radio talk shows, that come on at the same time most White men drive home for a hard day’s work, into the long trip to the suburbs, after fleeing for their White lives from the decay, death, destruction, and crime of the inner cities now occupied mostly by Jews, Blacks, Mexicans, and the non-Whites, such as Chinese, Hindus, Pakistani, etc.  I find it hard to believe that with our White boys and men suffering from emasculation and even extinction, that they would want to listen 3 Jews holler at them, and the White men have no other choice, for these are the 3 mainstream media radio talk shows.

So when I awoke the next morning, I took a ride to McDonald’s for some Senior Citizen coffee. I have been treated very shabbily at the McDonald’s surrounding the area where I live in a senior citizen park today. You see, the senior citizen park is mainly White, but is surrounded by all Mexicans.  It is like the Whites are on a reservation, where once the Indians used to be.  I eventually called McDonald’s corporate in customer service.  A black female answered by the name of Kayla, #27765, and I told her of this bad treatment that I was getting.  She literally started to “holler” at me on the phone, and in essence told me, “Why don’t you go back to Europe where you came from?”  Yes, from what I’m studying, many, many non-Whites have taken that attitude, but unless you actually bring up the subject, they hide it. I wrote the CEO of McDonald’s and also lamented to their competitor Burger King, that the non-Whites they were hiring were giving Whites a hard time to provoke Whites into moving. A Polish lady immigrant I was talking to said that it is so bad for the White Poles here in America, because the brown Mexicans have formed almost a “Mafia,” and they get away with it.

But, I still thought that as a White person, I should be able to live freely and comfortably in the USA.  Wrong!?  I couldn’t even get a decent cup of coffee as a senior, but had to “accept” this shabby treatment as part of life.  I am not complaining.  At least I barely had the $.53 to buy the coffee. Surely my husband when he was homeless, rejected by the Veteran’s Administration, and broke, didn’t even have that, and would have been treated perhaps 100 times as badly as I was.

As I waited in the long line, for the Mexicans there have lots of children and buy these tray full of food, that I haven’t been able to afford as the widow of a White war hero, I busied myself with the television.  As I wrote, we were too poor to have TV, and I’m too poor to buy it now.  To me it is mostly “anti-White” propaganda, showing the White man as a “jerk,” and having White women with Jews, or black males, and having non-White people as the “strong, powerful, ones.”  I don’t need these weed seeds in my mental garden that sees fit to keep our White race pure and give the White people at least the same respect one gives their pedigreed animals.  Those rights have been stripped from us, through Civil Rights, the same rights the Jews were fighting for back in the 1500’s in Europe and were deported from many countries because of it.  I think our forefathers/foremothers were right, for Civil Rights have cost us our Race, and the White Race the home it worked and slaved for over 400 years.

As I waited in line, I turned my gaze to the TV, and lo and behold, there was a White man crying on the TV news.  He was sobbing that he just lost his home and was homeless. The reason:  A fierce storm called Hurricane Katrina.  I became shocked, for I had been writing about my step-mother Katrina, who was so mean to my Daddy and his siblings after his mother died, that my eyes perked up.  I empathized with the man, for he spoke about the home he lost that he had just rehabbed painstakingly.  I cried with him, for I have rehabbed four homes altogether. One home I rehabbed with Michael, and the other three were after he left me penniless, alone, and afraid of this society.  I had been slaving as a White woman to turn the mobile home I live in now, for over 5 years, to bring it to a Doll House, for my hobbies of gourmet cooking and baking, organic gardening, sewing costumes, karaoke equipment, raising cats, Mama and Daddy, hair styling and make-up room, and of course, writing and researching on my computer.  I just got a new one because my other one had a nervous breakdown. I guess it couldn’t handle all the sad, but true writing I have done.  And I couldn’t give my computer an anti-depressant because surely it would have commit suicide, as many of the pills have such side effects.  Perhaps my husband was on these pills after he left the Veteran’s Hospital.  The date was August 29, 2005.  August 29 just happened to be my dead husband’s birthday.  And that is the day “Katrina” hit and destroyed New Orleans, Louisiana.

So I left McDonalds and I sat down at my computer and wanted to write an outline of what I would say.  So I opened up my Microsoft PowerPoint on the computer, as I have had months of full time lessons on the Microsoft Suite: Word PowerPoint, Excel, Access, and Publisher.  PowerPoint is used for slides for seminars that will be projected on the wall for viewers to see.  It is said that this PowerPoint is the most important tool on the computer as far as teaching and effectiveness for it has pictures, charts, colors, and bulleted points made for easy reading and comprehension.

So I pulled up a blank presentation and wrote down points that I wanted to discuss relating to my White son’s US Marine father’s suicide:

My points briefly were:

  • Profile of a White Homeless Suicidal Veteran
  • Husband, Mike’s ancestry back to the Mayflower on his Daddy’s side and Princess Royalty on his mother’s pedigreed White Lithuanian side.
  • US Marine Corporal. Purple Heart Veteran.
  • Shed his blood when Asians shot a bullet through his testicle.
  • Returned from the government war addicted to: booze, hashish or marijuana, gambling, womanizing, heavy cigarette smoking, suffering from Agent Orange a poison so strong, it can kill trees and it was sprayed all over him and the other Marines in the jungles of Viet Nam, and he had shell shock syndrome, with nightmares of the war, and one couldn’t wake him up, as even his Daddy, Malcolm, had to use a broom handle for Mike wanted to fight and kill as he learned in the war.
  • My dead husband, even though homeless before he took his life, worked at the #1 Fortune 500 company, Exxon/Mobil, and also at the #52 company Frito Lay, Pepsico, as a manager for many years.
  • Great and helpful husband around the house: helped me with organic gardening, fed our babies my breastmilk I expressed when I worked part-time, helped with laundry, cooking and cleaning.
  • Left me penniless for a 17 year old employee he hired that “stole” him from me and the children and poisoned his mind against us.
  • He left her and returned to Chicago and was hospitalized 3 times in the Hines Veteran’s Hospital in Maywood, an all black community.
  • The V.A. released him homeless. The last time he was in there for stepping on a roofing nail, and they wanted to amputate his foot, which he refused. Being that he was weak, with fainting spells, he should never have taken such a job, but was “desperate” and the other jobs he was qualified for were taken by the Brown Mexicans and Blacks.
  • He wrote two autobiographies about the mistreatment he was getting and the horrors of living homeless and the lack of help for White men. Both biographies were stolen as no one wants this information out.
  • Before he left the hospital for the last time, I heard him scream on the phone to the nurse or doctor, and I quote, “There is no hope for the White man. I’m going to kill myself and show them it is about “men” and not about ‘money’  I will drink myself to death.” Whatever they said back to him, I didn’t hear, but they were totally aware of his suicidal intentions and still discharged him.  That is not only inhumane to a War Hero, but I would think very “illegal,” and the doctors, hospital and staff should be sent to prison for “murder,” indirectly, for they might as well have pulled the trigger and killed him for what they did to him there. He didn’t want “handouts,” of money, but a job, and perhaps mentorship to help him through the extreme difficulties that beset him after he left the front lines of the war with the Yellow Viet Namese and Yellow Chinese.
  • White homeless husband that commit suicide, was really a good man deep inside, and a good husband and father, and excellent manager.

So I dialed the morning talk show on KDWN radio in Vegas and talked to a wonderful German-American man named Hart Kirsch.  By some mere coincidence, or as I would believe by Divine Intervention, this talk show host had the subject of “homelessness” and I picked up the phone and dialed in.

I began by saying, “I heard your radio talk show host, Michael Savage, on your station yesterday, and he was screaming and hollering about the politicians, so I want to scream and holler too.

Hart Kirsch was so kind. He just agreed and listened. He never said a word, and that gave me the courage to scream out all of the above.  It was almost as if my dead husband were in me and screaming out from his grave at the Abraham Lincoln Cemetery where he is buried in Joliet, Illinois.

I’m sure that no one was so kind to my husband before he died and cared enough about him to get his true story out.  And I don’t even know the half of it, for we didn’t communicate that much after he deserted me.

I was screaming and hollering on the phone to the radio talk show host and was even worse than the Jewish radio talk show hosts Michael Savage and Mark Levine when they scream at White (mostly men) in the afternoons on the way home from work.

I remember pounding my fist on the Lazy Boy rocker I was sitting in, as I was so angry.  I mean, reason with me intelligently, not as a person that has undergone brainwashing, but as a thinker, and put yourself in my husband’s shoes or in mine. Couldn’t the government have given him a room at the YMCA with food stamps?  Why didn’t they at least give him a tent, so he could live in tent city, or even a dog house, because even the non-Whites have dog houses for their pets to sleep in outside.  Instead, the banks (run by mostly Jews at the top including the World Bank and our own Federal Reserve Bank,) were giving loans to mostly “minorities,” because they have “rights.”  In other words, my White War Hero husband had “No” rights; they were stripped from him and given to Jews and the minorities the Jews brought in to America, just as the Jews brought the black slaves on Jewish ships!

I shudder and repeat: Couldn’t they have given my husband at least a tent, when brown Mexicans were qualifying for $400,000.00 houses with no credit, and some not even legal residents.  When are the “criminals” rewarded more and higher than “Honest” men of the highest caliber?

That was over 4 years ago. And no one talked about “race” at the time, and certainly no one ever said the word “White” on the air and lamented on the woes he was facing.  It is all supposed to be highly confidential and Top Secret that the White race’s children is now the minority.  Oh since I broke the news, I started to see a lot of campaigns for Whites to have babies, with a lot of commercials and even the White starlets with bikinis and big stomachs during the 9th month of pregnancy.  That would have been unheard of before I started to write and then go on the radio.  Just having babies isn’t enough for the White people. It is the “quality” of babies.  For Michael was his mother’s only child, and look how this country destroyed him and eventually killed him, although it would be labeled as “suicide” according to his last words to me, and murder as so many of our men have suffered and died from the addictions put on him… intentionally!  Our babies should be competing with the Jewish babies and Chinese babies who have extreme advantages over the Whites today. Even the Blacks and Mexicans and White women have extreme advantages over the White man for all those races and other gender are labeled “minorities,” and get aid, grants, sympathy etc., and the White man is left to die.

Is this the payment for the White man’s 400 years of suffering, sacrifice and generosity?

I was able to go on this talk show for several months, and I talked about the aggravation coming from the other races. But when I said, “The Jewish Gloria Steinem is ruining our women through feminism,” it was as if Las Vegas was going under a flood.  I wasn’t welcomed on the station anymore to give my opinion. And soon Hart Kirsch, the radio announcer, sadly announced that the radio station was bought out. All of my favorite radio jockeys were fired and replaced.  And it was the Jewish Beasley family that shut me up from giving my opinions about Jews, Whites and non-Whites. They purchased it for a mere $24,000,000.00, which is pennies for the rich Jews, and that is just one example of how they control the media and what we Whites see and hear.

I went back to college in Las Vegas at the Community College of Southern Nevada so that I could learn how to write, since I’ve never written anything in my life, and I’m over 60 years old now.  I took two English courses for Creative Writing and English 101.  I wanted to give my “best” when I wrote speaking for my husband.  Yet, when I got the book and the assignments I found that 23 out of 25 essays were either anti-White or pro non-White.

I was amazed that walking down the corridors all the propaganda on the walls would say, “La Raza,” which means “The Race, or Brown Race,” had posters, or Latino Dancing, or Black History Month.  There were Jewish organizations on campus.  Since I was writing trying to save the White race, especially the White male, I inquired at Student Services, which was mostly run by blacks, as to “where were the White organizations.” The black lady at the desk told me she would research that. When I went back she told me the school didn’t have anything for Whites.

Now I had been treated very badly in admissions where I couldn’t get any aid or help, even though my parents only went to 5th grade, I was living in poverty, and a widow of a war hero, and mother of 2 sons that I raised superbly.  I could see what frustration my husband must have gone through, for I was having a hard time as his widow, and yet I had an almost consistent work record at top notch companies.  I was sober and had not been affected by drinking, drugging, smoking, or hard living.  It was almost as if a Divine Source was having me walk through some of the trials that my husband went through before he died, as if walking through the road to Calvary, and suffering what Jesus did at the hands of his own people, the Jews.

Jewish mothers, unlike White mothers, teach their sons to always stay in the background and not get noticed.  Like Joseph in the Bible who was the Jewish advisor to the Pharoah, of Egypt, Potiphar, Joseph ruled Egypt behind the face and image of another man.

After my initial English class I complained to Miss McBride, who was ½ White and ½ Mexican, that I could not read these essays. It was 40 year since I’ve been in school, and these essays “applaud” the non-Whites and insult the White people. I wrote her every day of my concerns and talked with her after school. But she didn’t want to mentor me. It was such a shame because she revealed that she was failing college and then a nice woman mentored her for four years and helped her get adjusted and help her excel. Yet, she wouldn’t even talk to me.

Then the assignment was to read an article about a Jewish homosexual. I found out he was Jewish because I put his name in google and it revealed it.  I didn’t know about “heterosexuality” for that was taboo, and I was going to read about Jewish homosexual and perverted inklings and ways.  She wrote me back that I would fail the test, for she would not substitute another.

I went to the head of the English Department and when I told him of the dilemma of the White male he said and I quote, “I would forget about the White men. They are no good and I’ve given up on them.”  He was White as snow, collecting a big check, and was spending all his time uplifting Jews and non-Whites and leaving the White males to fend for themselves or to give up in despair and desperation and drop out.  Sigh!

During one of the classes, the students had to get in groups of 3 and read each other’s essays. My essay was “Saving the White Race,” and it didn’t insult any one else, but really focused on the fact that Whites need to resurrect our dying race.

Suddenly, the other male student cut in.  He was very aggressive, confident, and cocky.  His paper was on “Intelligent Design.”  I have to admit that I was a straight A student, and got 2 A’s in my English courses when I finished, but this boy was talking about something I didn’t even understand.  He went on to explain that the “smartest” people would survive, and it wouldn’t be by color of skin.  He further slammed me with “I’m ½ Mexican and ½ White.  I “hate” my White half, for you people are no good and have no culture or heritage.  I “love” my Mexican half and am very proud to be Mexican.”

Odd but I just received a “White Pride” sticker for the back of my car, and am now afraid to park my car for fear the Mexicans will shoot a bullet at me as I drive through Las Vegas.  They would do the same in Chicago for that city is filled with crime also.

I guess this is the thanks Whites get for being so generous and saving these people from the starvation of Africa, the HIV, the poverty.  And the Mexicans have the same attitude, as “this is or will be our country,” soon.  Our White babies are now the minority and all the laws are “against” them through Civil Rights and Affirmative Action.

The Jews manipulated the laws in Poland, and they are doing the same here in America, hence making them the richest “race” in the world, not a religion, for most don’t practice, but have a pure blood line from the bible.

Even Jesus was a racist, in that he said repeatedly that he brought his message for his fellow Jews and not the Jews’ neighbors, who the Jews hated and warred with. Just as the Jews are still warring today in Israel with the Palestinians, and we Americans war for them with Iraq, and Afghanistan the heroine capital of the world!

Has America become the “drug lords” of the world.  We have sent car manufacturing over to Japan, and manufacturing to China and Mexico. So what do we sell?  Illegal drugs and doctor’s pills to blanket the world and drug the rest of the world up as we are drugged.

I wrote to Sen. Harry Reid, the Senator of Nevada, and head of the Senate, about the tragedy of our current school system.  I wrote the head of the school, Mrs. Johnson.  I even asked why the school was sponsoring and paying for a 3 day seminar for a Jewish Communist, Arthur Miller the playwright, when the Jews are already the richest people on the planet.  Are we giving such rewards to “White” men, or did the Jews kill off the White man through television means alone?  Is that the thanks the White man gets for housing, feeding, and clothing the Jews for over 1,000 years, first in Poland and Europe and now in America.

And if I talk to anyone about this, it seems as if there is a Jewish jingle that asserts that I’m wrong, crazy, and the “poor” Jews are right.  I know the Jewish women and children are not suffering for throughout their relationship in Europe and America they do “not” go to war.  They get out of it or pay their way.  But the Jews make tons of money off wars, such as the war between France and England when the Jews were furnishing arms and loans to both White sides to fight, hate, and encouraging them to “kill” one another.  The Jews love each other so much, they are the most closely knit organization in the world.

Although the Jews do not go to war and get many Purple Hearts, they seem almost like gods as they are “exempt” from our White hardships of turning White men into bodybags. I read on the internet that Jews paid about $.37 a head for soldiers for World War II to free the Jews from work camps and bring them to America. Even Joseph Kennedy, father of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy said, “The Jews won World War II.”  And believe me, if there was a loser it was Poland and my White Polish, the country the Jews crushed before they emigrated here after living there for 900 years.

I found in Wikipedia.org the relationship of the Jews with Poland. Since Warsaw the capital was completely destroyed in World War II, there are no official records and the Poles have been silenced.

It seems as if all our White Rights have been stripped away, and the only right we have left is the “right to remain silent.”  And that is why I speak and write.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_Jews_in_Poland

You can see that the painting was done in the year 1096, and the Jewish woman is on her knees begging for a home for herself and lays her Jewish baby on the floor as a sacrifice that the Jews will bring Poland much wealth. The Jews did through credit and usury, which is why all the other White countries kicked them out.

One can compare Poland and how the first Jews made the Kings and Nobility rich, and then pulled the rug out from underneath them, taking away their castles, fortunes, and using Polish White women for their perverted pleasure, as the Jewish doctor that raped and threatened me for life, and counseled me to get rid of my White war hero husband and father of our sons, instead of try to “help” him.

So my husband was right when he killed himself. There is “No help” for the White male.  I walked in his footsteps and found there was no help for him in the schools, except adulation for Jews, homosexuals, lesbians as in the Jewish Diary of Anne Frank an autobiography of a girl who died of typhus in the war and “not” in a gas chamber, and adulation for non-Whites and how we should feel “sorry” for them. But “who” felt sorry for my husband?

The world is a sadder place without him.  At least while he was alive I thought there was “hope,” for him, now that he is gone forever, that hope is gone also.

A song “Gone” in dedication to my dead husband’s memory:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTMVEIagH3g

It is said that there is a third world war going on between the male and female, and I think that is mostly true of the White male and female.  My husband and I were just victims of that “divide and conquer” strategy, for what better strategy to bring down the White race, than to divide the man and woman from uniting, mating, having a family, and seeing that they have grandchildren to “inherit” the earth and reap what “they have sowed,” and not “give” to Jews and other races, what we have sowed for over 1,000 years.

I have gone to the Veteran’s and there is no help from them, except a distancing from me as a widow. And yet the Bible says the first law is to help the “widows,” yet I’m left alienated and punished and for what:  being a “good” White woman.

Even the churches are busy saving Africa and Mexico and South America, and there is no help there.  The Jews made laws even in the Polish White Catholic Church as far back as the 1500’s where it would be a mortal sin if the Poles did money business with anyone “except” the Jews.  It’s practically hypnosis to put that on innocent people, and have the Jews even use “religion” and “Christianity” to forward Jewish Zionism, and Israel.

My friends and family have also left me and don’t want to have anything to do with me. If anything they yell and holler at me, so I have to live by myself. I wanted to see them just recently, but my brother hollered at me on the phone that he wouldn’t’ give me any rides or assistance, and neither would my sister.  I was so good to all of them growing up, and during my hours of woe, I get only “hatred,” in return.

Yes, I think America as it is today, or Jewish America “hated” my husband as it hates me now.  And for what? For loving, caring, sharing, and working hard under the most stressful circumstances imaginable. The Jewish women don’t know that hardship, suffering and trials as my husband and I did, both before, during and after our marriage.

The Chinese and Hindu women don’t know that. When my Polish people came into America, and we are the 2nd smartest people of White Europe, we came in at the “bottom” of the ladder and worked hard just to become middle class.  Yet the yellow Chinese and reddish brown Hindus come in at the top. Cleaning houses and becoming maintenance men like my father is too good for them, so they go into Jewish professions of doctors, engineers, architects, making their wives and children very rich.

I have been writing the media, churches and government officials to gain attention of comfort for the White veterans. They have no freedom of speech and cannot address it, but there are laws to help the browns, blacks and Jews and even the yellows that my husband fought as the enemy, have more rights and privileges than my White husband.

Through my writings and even my costumed singing tributes to my husband’s memory, I have seen several changes materialize:

  • An expose on the suicides in the military
  • An expose of the Veteran’s hospital’s treatment of the veteran
  • Just recently, a parade was finally given in Las Vegas for the first time to honor the Viet Nam veteran’s who received very shabby treatment after losing the war. The Jews were the ones that headed the protests against this war.
  • The opening of the Purple Heart Museum itself, for during my 15,000+ pages of writings since 2001, I have always referred to my dead husband as “US Marine, Purple Heart Veteran.”

Here is something that surely happened as a result of my protests, letters, emails, phone calls, and even costume karaoke performances and talking about my husband’s suicide on stage and my broken heart:

More Data On Veteran Suicides Disclosed: Akaka Urges Consideration of Veterans’ Mental Health Bill

By admin – Posted on May 7th, 2008

May 6, 2008 — WASHINGTON, D.C. – As Congress learns more about the mental health challenges facing veterans and the rate of suicides by veterans, U.S. Senator Daniel K. Akaka (D-HI), Chairman of the Veterans’ Affairs Committee, is working with the Majority Leader and his other colleagues to bring S. 2162, the Veterans’ Mental Health and Other Care Improvements Act of 2008, to the Senate floor.

“The sheer magnitude of mental health challenges facing veterans demonstrates the urgent need to improve VA’s mental health system,” said Akaka. “The Veterans’ Mental Health and Other Care Improvements Act treats veterans’ mental health care for what it is: a cost of war.”

I remember when the Viet Nam War Memorial was traveling through America, and was exhibited in my town of Las Vegas. I heard that friends and family were leaving tokens of love for the deceased Veteran’s.  Although my husband was not killed there, he died as a result of the physical and emotional wounds that he got there.

So before I went to visit the Viet Nam Wall, I decided that I would take a token of my love for my dead husband.  I thought, “What could I send him that he enjoyed more than anything else that he would know it was from me?”

Then it dawned on me, “I know. I will cook a gourmet dinner as I used to, and set up an entire dinner for him at the wall.”  So I dressed in a long White Irish Wool cape that has a rounded collar and hangs to the ground.  I cooked a pan of lasagna and froze a portion.  I got a place mat, some plastic silver as they use in picnics, and a plastic bottle of water. I got a vase for flowers, and a candle, as if having one last candlelight dinner.

I went to the massive wall and walked up to it, and placed a plastic mat near the wall. I then placed the entire gourmet dinner down on it.  I had the hood covering me, for I knew I would start crying and I didn’t want anyone to see me. Nor did I want anyone seeing me talking and praying to Mike one last time.

In my prayers, I said to him, “May God Bless you, Darling. I love you and will always hold a special place in my heart.  I brought you one last dinner, for I don’t know if you are getting royal treatment on the other side, as you did when we lived together.  I want to make sure that you are happy even though my eyes can’t see you anymore.”  And I started to sob, as I am now, for he was a “good” White Heterosexual Man.

Even though Mike had finally won a certain amount of pension, he added the words to his suicidal words:  “I’m going to kill myself and show them it is about “men” and not about “money.”  He had been entirely emasculated and left an emotional cripple, and more than all the money in the world, he wanted his “manhood,” back and he was stripped of that.

May his soul, now, finally rest in peace.  I’m crying so hard, and begging God for justice for the White man and race.  I can shudder when I think where the White race will be in 400 years, as Mike’s ancestors were 400 years ago.

I have read that the #1 funeral song is “My Heart Will Go On,” my Celine Dion who came from a large family like I did.  It is from the movie, “The Titanic,” and it seems that our White race is headed for a White iceberg of destruction, death and degeneration.  It is beyond the scope of any one to stop us from sinking and drowning.  My words above are just a feeble attempt to bring notice to the White man, who has been intentionally destroyed and divided through wars over the millenniums. Zionist Jews heading the banks both in Europe and the United States, and their profit from wars as through the Federal Reserve Bank, for over a hundred years, and perhaps as long as the year 1096 when the Polish people were kind enough to give them a home for 900 years after every other country kicked them out.  Yet, today, the Jews are the richest race and religion on the planet.  And most of their offspring came from Poland, yet they left Poland bankrupt, suffering, addicted, and their capital bombed to ashes, just to save the “poor” Jews.  When are we going to wake up, or are we going to die as in the Titanic?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saalGKY7ifU

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