Donald Trump and the White Americans

Tony Rose

• Publisher: Amber Communications Group, Inc
• Year: 2020
• ISBN:
  9781087902845
• Edition: 1
• Topic: Politics & International Relations
• Subtopic: Politics
• Index: Politics & International Relations

Donald Trump and the White Americans is about the 45 th president of the United States of America, white supremacy, Donald Trump, his followers, base and supporters.It is an American story, a history of America... it is the story of America.

DONALD TRUMP
AND
THE white AMERICANS

VOLUME ONE

THE INVESTIGATION

CHAPTER 1

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE
TO THE FLAG

The Poverty, degradation, humiliation, murderers, rapists, drug addicts, drug dealers, child abusers, alcoholics, pimps, prostitutes and the horrendous hunger, that I lived with, grew up with and write about in, The Autobiography of an American Ghetto Boy, is all a by-product of Cultural Destruction or as it’s called, American Slavery, American Racism, American Segregation, American Jim Crowism and the American Isolationism of millions of poor African Americans into Ghettos and Projects.

The horrific murderers, pimps, gangsters, child abusers, rapists and thieves, along with hard working decent working class Black families that I grew up with, lived with, called family and write about in, The Autobiography of an American Ghetto Boy, as do the murderers, pimps, gangsters rapists and thieves who live in our urban African American communities today, are nothing in comparison to the white collar murderers, pimps, gangsters rapists and thieves, posing as politicians, who embody the United States of America Congress, the United States of America Government, The United States of America City and State Governments. They systematically place our Black communities under siege and commit murder, physical and emotional destruction to over tens of millions of poor people in America with the stroke or the non-stroke of a pen every day.

After careful study and research, I have found that 70% of White people in America hate me, dislike me and my culture, wish I didn’t exist, want me to go back to Africa, think that I am not human, and if there were not hundreds and hundreds of laws to prevent it, would castrate me, burn me, cut my dick off and lynch me. The other 30% tolerate me, love me and my culture, love my culture, but don’t like me, like me, love me and think I could do much better.

While I was writing this book it occurred to me that I could not write the story of my childhood, my youth and the murderers, rapists, drug addicts, child abusers and insane people I grew up with, without writing about the people who made us who we were, without writing about the White people who had shaped our lives and forced us into hunger and poverty, by their laws and greed.

While attending Asa Grey Elementary school we were taught about White history and how brave and wonderful they were, we pledged to the United States of America our allegiance;

I pledge Allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic for which it stands,
one nation under God, indivisible,
with Liberty and Justice for all.

We were taught how smart White people were, how intelligent and how heroic they were; we were taught that White people were all inclusive, all powerful; we were given their history books, their writers to read, lives to know and be proud of; but us little colored children were not taught why we were segregated against, why we had to live in projects and ghettos. We were not taught that there were thousands of laws in America written for us, most of them against us.

We were not taught why we were hungry, why we had to live on top of each other and why we couldn’t live with them. Why we were hated and why we were thought of as nothing or animals in America. Why we were not heroes. Why we had no power. Why we had to live together, all poor, all Black, all hungry, all desperate and without hope. The White teachers were all nice as nice as they could be, and I wonder did they know that they weren’t teaching us anything about ourselves and who we were. So I thought that I would write about these White people who made us who we are and shaped us and our values in America.

In Western Europe there were hundreds of cultures and sub-cultures, from the English, French, Italian, Dutch, Spanish, German, and Scandinavian. In America all of these cultures became known as White people or the White Race. Their combined one and only real enemy is African Americans.

Every White person no matter where they were from in Western Europe, Eastern Europe, the Scandinavian countries, Canada, South America, Russia, no matter where they came from, once they came to America, they became a White person and the ordained beneficiary of privilege, entitlement and respect. Brought to them exclusively by the murder, massacre, enslavement, rape, killing, segregation and isolation, of Africans, African Americans and Native Americans. They and their White American forefathers are responsible for the murder, massacre, enslavement, rape, killing, segregation, isolation, of African Americans and Native Americans, that legacy gives them their privilege, entitlement and respect, from the United States Government and City, State and County, law enforcement agencies. While Black people are entitled to have no respect from any White man, unless we are entertaining them in sports, music and film.

Black people can never be just regular, average people in America, just working hard for their family. Just walking home with some candy. Just having a bad day. Just playing music a little too loud. Just standing on a corner talking to friends. Just knocking on someone’s door to ask for help. Just going for a walk or a run to exercise. Just being an average human being. We always have to be damn near a superhuman athlete or superstar entertainer in order to be respected and survive as a human being and not be told we are up to no good, and subject to suspicion and death from any white person in America.

The Poverty, degradation, humiliation, murder, rape, drug addiction, child abuse, alcoholism, pimps, prostitutes and the horrendous hunger, that I lived with, grew up with and write about in my Autobiography of an American Ghetto Boy, is all a product of Cultural Destruction or as you call it American Racism, Jim Crow and Segregation.

CHAPTER 2

SPIT ON WHITE PEOPLE

I do believe that the Universal Creator of the Universe and us, (GOD) allows some of us, not all of us, to come back to Earth again after we die, and that we get five seconds to remember who we once were, and that Hitler, when he came back as a termite, remembered that he had been Hitler for four seconds before a gorilla ate him, and that the White Transatlantic Slave Ship Captain had three seconds when he came back as a roach to remember all the fun he had raping and killing Africans, before my mother’s slipper slapped and squashed him. You don’t get to come back twice.

White people are always asking, what’s wrong with them, what is wrong with Black people, why can’t they get it together, the Jews got it together, the Irish got it together, the Italians got it together, the Polish got it together, we all got it together, what is wrong with those Black people. What’s wrong with us?

What’s wrong with us Black people is that we didn’t come over here on the Mayflower or a fuckin Steamship in 1st, 2nd, or 3rd class steerage.

We came to Europe, to Paris, to France, to London, to Liverpool, to England, to Amsterdam, to the Netherlands, to Madrid, to Spain, to Lisbon, to Portugal, to Berlin, to Germany, to South America, to the Americas, to Jamaica, to Bermuda, to Cuba, to the Virgin Islands, to Aruba, to the Dutch West Indies, to Haiti, to Santa Domingo, to Brazil, to Central America, to the United States, to Antigua, to Anguilla, to Barbuda, to the Bahamas, to Barbados, to Belize, to the British West Indies, to Mexico, to the Cayman Islands, to the United States Virgin Islands, to the Dominican Republic, to Martinique, to Grenada, to Guadeloupe, to Honduras, to Montserrat, to Puerto Rico, to Saint Barthelemy, to Saint Kitts, to Saint Lucia, to Nevis, to the Netherlands, to Antilles, to Saint Martin, to Saint Vincent, to the Grenadines, to Trinidad, to Tobago, to the Turks and Caicos islands, to Pelican Island, to San Andres and Providencia, to Nicaragua, to Venezuela, to Guatemala, to Honduras, to Costa Rica, to Panama, to Alta Velo, to Brazil, to Guyana, to Colombia, to Venezuela, to Argentina, to St. Helena, to French Guiana, to Bolivia, to Chile, to Ecuador, to Paraguay, to Peru, to Suriname, to Uruguay to the United States of America, not on a fuckin vacation, but on a slave ship, packed in by the thousands, with naked African women and young girls menstruating all over the slave ship, while being raped by White men over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again and again and again and again and again and again and again.

Babies being born on slave ships; their heads being bashed against the bull works and then being thrown overboard to the waiting sharks. That’s how we came to Western Europe and America.

My Great-Great-Great Grandmother, on my mother’s side, was on that ship, along with the tens of millions, hundreds of millions of African men, women, boys and girls who made the trip to Western Europe and the Americas in those slave ships over a four-hundred-year span.

She started her day out in a Sierra Leone village in 1829 as an eleven-year-old girl. She was captured and brought to Bunce Island in Sierra Leone, where she was raped, beaten, sodomized, and made to give blow jobs to many White Englishmen, Dutch and Portuguese traders and sailors. Starved, naked, un-bathed, and forced to live in blood, shit and urine, day and night, only being bathed before she was brought outside the dungeons of the castle to service the many more White men who clamored for her affections. Spoken to in words of love and affection by ghost men in languages she didn’t understand.

All of this was before she was chained with thousands of other men and women and boys and girls and brought in terror to the slave ship that would take her to her vacation spot and new home in the Americas, where the white monkeys lived. Where she would be beaten, raped, starved, sodomized, and worked to death in Alabama, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Mississippi, South Carolina, Texas, Arkansas, North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, Kentucky, Washington, DC, and Maryland.

Forced to watch as her daughters were raped, beaten, and impregnated by white vermin and watch as her sons, her slave husbands, were tortured, beaten, terrorized, sexually abused by White men and women alike and humiliated, lynched, burnt, castrated physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually of their manhood. Their manhood taken by vicious, inhuman, barbaric and primitive White men, year after year, decade after decade, century after century, to this very day, this very minute, this very second, in relentless poverty and degradation.

Tens of millions, hundreds of millions of African men, women, boys and girls made the trip in these slave ships over a four-hundred-year span. Kept in hundreds of dungeons and castles built and used, up and down the West African coast by the United States of America, Britain, France, Portugal, Spain, Holland, and other Western European nations, to hold and keep these gentle, captured, African farmers and builders, keepers of the land and fishermen of the lakes and oceans, toilers of the land, these gentle African people.

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The British traders based at Bunce Island shipped hundreds of thousands of African captives to South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, and other Southern Colonies during the mid- and late 1700s. Rice planters in South Carolina and Georgia were particularly anxious to buy captives from Sierra Leone and other parts of the “Rice Coast” where Africans had grown rice for thousands of years. Slave auction advertisements in 18th century Charles Town (South Carolina) and Savannah (Georgia) often mentioned ships arriving with slaves brought from the “Rice Coast,” “Sierra-Leon,” and “Bunce Island.” African farmers taken from the Rice Coast region made rice one of the most profitable industries in America.

Henry Laurens, a wealthy South Carolina slave dealer and rice planter, was Bunce Island’s business agent in Charles Town before the American Revolutionary War. After the war began, Laurens became the President of the Continental Congress, and when the fighting finally ended, he was named one of the American Peace Commissioners who negotiated U.S. Independence under the Treaty of Paris. Amazingly, Richard Oswald, Bunce Island’s London-based owner, was appointed head of the British negotiating team in Paris. In other words, United States Independence was negotiated, in part, between Bunce Island’s British owner and his American business agent in South Carolina. The relationship between these two men reflects Bunce Island’s importance in the commerce that linked Britain, North America, and West Africa during the Colonial Period.

Bunce Island was also linked to the Northern Colonies. Slave ships from Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Connecticut; and New York frequently called at the castle, taking their human cargoes to the West Indies or back to the Southern Colonies. These Northern slave ships often purchased their African captives with rum produced in New England with molasses brought back to North America from the West Indies.

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AFRICA’S SLAVE CASTLES

The last place an African would ‘reside’ before going through the “door-of-no-return” to slavery in the Americas.

It is virtually impossible to write about the Slave Castles without describing the brutality of the African slave trade, the most evil and insidious holocaust of human beings in history, which was perpetrated primarily by White Europeans on the Black African (men, women and children).

It was not only the physical being that was captured and destroyed, it was the mind, soul and spirit of millions of Black people who were uprooted and transplanted. According to research, what is referred to as the African slave trade began around the latter half of the 15th century when Europeans captured and sold Blacks to White traders as porters.

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