No race grifter has ever once gotten what they wanted and said "yes, this is enough". No matter how hard you try, no matter what you give them, they will always complain that you're not doing enough for them.

That said, it truly is baffling how many people continue to try and appease the anti-white golem. Just throwing themselves at a wall over and over for sixty years, never seeing any progress whatsoever, yet still thinking "surely this time I'll break through" with every leap.

I’ve reached the point where I would do away with all these. You can celebrate your culture or learn about other cultures year round. I’m fluent in Spanish mainly due to having worked multiple jobs where I had to speak it all day. I made friends and learned about their food and culture and I enjoyed it much more than any enforced calendar month. I’ve also been going to a Lutheran church for about 6 years and I’ve learned a lot about German food and culture

Plus black history is just one long grievance session. I used to think it could be beneficial to see a story about a former slave who opened a business and have some perspective that if they can make those achievements then someone with many more opportunities could do even better. But that’s not the case. So I say learn about all the black history you want on your own time.

They worship blacks the rest of the year, too.

it's all so stupid. These "special" months.

It's felt like the last two years was Black "History" month. It's all so tiresome.

I take the Morgan Freeman stance on it.

Welfare. Voting rights. Jobs. School. Those are your reparations. We didn't squander it, you did.

Now shut the fuck up and get in line. Every race in this country has poor people. Every race in this country has people who treat(ed) them like shit. (Almost) every race in this country has learned to get over it. Every race in this country has dealt with racists.

A senior monk and a junior monk were traveling together. At one point, they came to a river with a strong current. As the monks were preparing to cross the river, they saw a very young and beautiful woman also attempting to cross. The young woman asked if they could help her cross to the other side.

The two monks glanced at one another because they had taken vows not to touch a woman.

Then, without a word, the older monk picked up the woman, carried her across the river, placed her gently on the other side, and carried on his journey.

The younger monk couldn’t believe what had just happened. After rejoining his companion, he was speechless, and an hour passed without a word between them.

Two more hours passed, then three, finally the younger monk could contain himself any longer, and blurted out “As monks, we are not permitted a woman, how could you then carry that woman on your shoulders?”

The older monk looked at him and replied, “Brother, I set her down on the other side of the river, why are you still carrying her?”