"White Self - Hate Master - Stroke Of The Enemy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rockwell George L)

all over the continent, I have naturally presumed that when I finally DID get a
chance to speak in the real SOUTH - it would be the best of all - a real
triumph!
So I approached Wake Forest in North Carolina with my hopes up - and my guard
down!
When I got there, things seemed SUPER relaxed. Usually, the campus where I am to
speak is in a state just short of explosion - with threats, counter-threats,
headlines, etc., etc. There are vast crowds outside the hall, hours before the
address, and the hall is always packed to the point where the fire marshall
often takes a hand.
But at Wake Forest, there was no crowd outside, when I came to the hall. And
when I got inside, although they said it was the biggest crowd yet, there were
several hundred empty seats!
Believe it or not, I HAVE NOT SEEN AN EMPTY SEAT IN THE LAST FOUR YEARS OF
SPEAKING.
All of this got me "off balance" sufficiently so that I failed to follow my
usual routine of insisting on only WRITTEN questions (to prevent emotional
outbursts and speeches from the floor). But I figured that an audience of
SOUTHERN kids would be wild with enthusiasm when I defended the great White Race
and the history and traditions of their own grandparents.
What I ran into was something NEW!
In speeches everywhere else, there are always overtones of threat and violence,
heckling and possibilities of mobs, etc.
All seemed quiet when I began to speak at Wake Forest.
But the minute I opened my mouth, the place busted wide open!
American flags started to wave - HELD BY COONS!
A Jew got up with a black armband and began marching up and down the aisles.
Some of the kids acted like a bunch of kooks, whooping and cheering this
disorder.
An old Jewess rose and began screaming at me in unintelligible "English". She
got a huge round of cheers and applause!
In spite of all this, I managed to take control of the crowd as I have been
forced to learn to do, and speak for about forty-five minutes. But I never did
succeed in getting a train of thought started with the audience. Always, they
managed to bust up any orderly presentation, and I had to keep using shouts and
"tricks" to beat the heckling.
There was no applause at the end of my speech, although a few kids tried feebly,
only to be squelched by their neighbors.
I made the mistake of taking live questions from the audience (being somewhat
angered and frustrated by now, and hoping to beat these hellraisers). That did
it!
One huge Negro walked up to the front of the hall just before my platform, held
up his hands and signalled for silence. He got it!
The hall was hushed, FOR THE FIRST TIME, and I knew from experience what came
next.
Had that Negro done nothing more than say "abracadabra", he would have been
drowned in enthusiasm.
He did a masterful job - whether planned or not, I don't know.
I had pointed out in my speech that ghetto Negroes were often in good physical
shape because they were forced to do menial physical work such as garbage men,