They're just not like us! #racist niggermania.net

I too went to a private school, ironically to be with the feral beasts! I came from a radically liberal family and the school was a Catholic Convent basically. Full of coddlers and bleeding hearts. It was a small but very old and prestigious school. I was there during the heart of the struggle in the late 1980's. I became very involved in the anti-Apartheid struggle as did my entire family, to our un-ending shame. I eventually wised up in 2015, in no small part due to this NM community. And of course because of the fact that the black beasts create racists wherever their spores reach.

At my all too liberal Convent school, we also had a kaffir jack of (no) all trades, called Steve. He was an unwashed, smelly, drunk, who had an eye for us young girls, especially when we were in our PT kit. It still boggles my mind that the Monsignor should have thought everything would be just fine having this disgusting creature in an all girls school. He was forever interferring with us, but I shall save those nasty stories for another time.

I remember quite clearly, one hot and very humid February day in Durban, Steve was roaring drunk by 10:00 am. We girls were sitting in our classrooms, anxiously monitoring the compulsory hygrometers in each classroom, as we were released from school when the humidity climbed past a percentage, the specifics of which I have now forgotten. Well, as 10:30 am rolled around, the hygrometers hit the magic percentage and a rusty old nun's voice came blaring over the intercom that we were released. Many of us had to sit under the great old shade trees on the school grounds, waiting for our lifts. I was sitting with a group of other girls, we must have been about 17 at the time. Steve hobbled and stumbled up to us shouting and screaming and brandishing his private parts at us, or so we thought.

The filthy pig had been touching himself while looking at us and had somehow got part of his willy stuck in his pants zip. Now, we were proper little Convent girls, so we looked away, embarrassed and a bit frightened too. He somehow managed to liberate and tuck his privates away. Really, I've never seen anyone or anything as drunk as he was at that stage. He decided that he needed to tie his shoelace and bent over to do so. For the first time in my life the fog lifted and I realized I was 100% looking at a bona fide member of a species of great ape. The image has stuck with me to this day. However, my radical, liberal training took over and restored the fog in my brain that had been so temporarily lifted. I felt so guilty that I had had such an unacceptable tabu thought. And so it went on for years. Until 2015. The fog lifted until reality achieved critical mass and the fog was banished for ever. And I just KNEW that my long ago youthful instinct that had recognized an ape when I saw one had been right all along. I became a niggermaniac back then, at 17, but didn't know it.

I apologize for this long post, I haven't been able to post in some time, and the OP resonated with me completely. This post has an happy ending: Steve got drunk one night and, as was his wont, fell asleep in the middle of a road. An eighteen-wheeler truck came upon him, couldn't stop in time, and put Steve out of everyone else's misery! Keep strong.

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