Magical Negroes, Eclipses, and the Collapse of Zionism

Trying to keep it real

Last week, we had a total eclipse of the sun. For some reason, human beings always get excited about an event they’ve probably experienced at least a handful of times in their life. But then again, people at least in my neck of the woods, still become spellbound when the snow starts to fall. Maybe it’s a form of childish innocence.

Here in the D.C. swamp suburbs, nothing much happened on the day of the eclipse. Well, actually nothing at all happened. It didn’t really even get overcast. My extremely sensitive and high strung golden retriever Riley didn’t seem to sense anything out of the ordinary. We took one of our countless walks outside during the eclipse, and she wasn’t distracted from sniffing various spots of ground, rolling playfully in the grass, or acting as if every person walking, most of them with their own dog in tow, was holding a big check from Publisher’s Clearing House. I never looked up, not just because they claim it could burn your retinas, since I don’t trust anything they say, but because it didn’t seem like anything special was going on.

The only eclipse I got charged up about happened in 1971. My sister and her kids had come over from Iran to live with us for a couple of years, and we all gathered outside on the front lawn to watch it together. Even then, we knew about the burned retina issue, so I remember using a mirror to look at the reflection. I wasn’t as brave as Donald Trump, who supposedly scoffed at the experts and looked directly into the sun. It doesn’t seem like anything is wrong with his retinas. At any rate, it was a bit of a letdown for fourteen year old me. I don’t know what I expected, but I expected more than that. The Flat Earthers have their own explanation for eclipses, but then they have an explanation for everything. I would thereafter never sing about it like Carly Simon, or wear special glasses. I just shrugged.

In the wide, wide world of conspiracy, there were ominous predictions, as happens with pretty much every event. It was certainly going to be a sign of something, a signal of the fourth turning, or yet another in the endless series of indications that World War III was finally going to break out. Lo and behold, a few days later, and Iran, at long last, attacked Israel. Allegedly. As you know, I don’t trust anything that’s being reported, and I really, really don’t trust anything that is supposedly happening in the Middle East. But thus far, Israel has been uncharacteristically restrained. They don’t usually wait very long to exert their “right to defend” themselves. So, we’ll see. When you hang the specter of a world war over everyone’s heads for so long, you can’t blame people for getting a boy that cried wolf vibe.

Perhaps Israel’s unusual hesitancy can be tied to mainstream figures on the Left like Elizabeth Warren, Nancy Pelosi, and our beloved President Joe Biden himself, breaking all modern precedent and criticizing our favorite ally. Warren called what the IDF has been doing in Gaza genocide. That kind of perspective hasn’t been seen in Washington, D.C., since the late days of the Kennedy administration, when JFK was engaged in an angry exchange of words with Israeli President David Ben-Gurion, over their development of nuclear weapons. Who knows what this all means? As I’ve observed, the anti-White agenda has been pushed so passionately, for so long, that it’s proving impossible for those behind it to simply get all the nonwhite activists to genuflect to Israel, whom they all see as just another White colonial power.

I have never seen the pro-Zionist position, which has dominated all public discourse since half-Jew Paul Newman batted his blue eyes in Exodus, been as shaky as it is today. The culture has always propped it up, but again that culture is now dominated by DEI, which means nonwhites, or at least non straight White males. If you’ve watched any of those angry, anti-White videos on TikTok and Instagram, you begin to understand how difficult the Zionist position is to sell now. It should always have been a hard sell, but Whites, dominated by Christian Zionists, accepted the creation of Israel passively, and turned their heads the other way as the Israeli atrocities piled up. They would have to somehow turn Palestinians into “White Supremacists” to make this narrative work for nonwhites.

Meanwhile, in Hollywood, land of expiring propaganda, Hollywood demonstrated just how committed they are to the poisonous anti-White agenda with their latest magnus opus, The American Society of Magical Negroes. Now, I haven’t seen this film. You’d have to pay me at least five figures to watch it. But I’ve seen enough clips, and heard the predictable premise delineated by those who have seen it, to understand how bad it is. Whether it’s the worst film of all time is up for others to decide. I couldn’t say it was without watching it, and I’m not going to watch it. Unless, of course, someone from Hollywood gives me a big check. Which is about as likely as someone from Hollywood buying the film rights to any of my books.

But I feel confident in saying that this movie is promoting the most ridiculous, most unrealistic, message in the history of the film colony. Considering all their previous ridiculous, unrealistic messages, this is really saying something. Consider what this movie is trying to sell; a submissive, anti-stereotypical mulatto who spends his time trying desperately to get out of the way of all those disrespectful and unreasonable Whites. He does everything he can to avoid confrontation, because we all know how much White people love confronting Black people. He meets David Alan Grier, who is the head of a secret outfit called The American Society of Magical Negroes. I suppose maybe the wildly egotistical name was an inside joke to the writers.

At any rate, Grier-who once did some good work on the show In Living Color- informs him that the group exists solely to make White people comfortable. In fact, the movie shows a meter which measures the potential for White people’s tears. And when Grier asks the shy and helpful mulatto hero what is the most dangerous animal in the world, the mulatto replies, “sharks?” Grier corrects him by explaining that uncomfortable White people are the most dangerous animals in the world. All these concepts- regarding the “tears” of Whites, and how “uncomfortable” Black people make them, come straight out of the African-American Studies playbook. The one that postulates that all great things came from the mythical African civilization that once existed in a Wakanda far away, until the violent and stupid White man “appropriated” it.

Could there be a more absurd premise, one that is more contrary to demonstrated reality, than that a secret group of Blacks is orchestrating things to make Whites more comfortable? I don’t know enough about the rest of this film to comment knowledgably. But I do know the magical mulatto has a White girlfriend. Whom he magnanimously offers to step away from, because his White buddy likes her, too. Now I don’t have to watch this movie to know that the White girl ends up picking the mulatto, despite his heroic efforts to make his friend comfortable and prevent his tears. What other message would those producing a film like this send?

And why do they need a White woman as the love interest, anyhow? These Black-centric themes usually include some White girl in the woodpile, who winds up with a Black man, who is overtly anti-White. It reminds me of that party the charming Jamie Foxx gave, maybe back in the early 2000s, where he posted a sign outside that said “No White Men Allowed.” Maybe it said White Boys. That sounds more likely. At any rate, White females were definitely welcomed by the esteemed Mr. Foxx. I’ve met very few Black men married to White women that don’t hate Whites. Except for Clarence Thomas. That’s the only interracial couple in history that the cultural overlords despise. No wonder so many Black women are offended by a message that clearly says;, if you’re “magical” enough, you too can have your very own White woman.

Now rest assured that Hollywood has long been full of magical negroes. Films like The Green Mile pushed this concept literally. The characters that Morgan Freeman invariably plays- including God- have always been magical. For the past few decades especially, Black characters generally possess a profound wisdom, a mysterious intuition that no other people do. Certainly not the hapless White people they’ve been helping ever since real life lesbian Hattie McDaniel was keeping it real. So maybe this film was a logical culmination of all that. An acknowledgement that Black people are indeed magical, even mulattos like our hero. I guess the magical negroness offsets the lame, stupid, and uncomfortable Whiteness in mulattos like him.

Things are coming around full circle. You can’t create a climate where a film like The American Society of Magical Negroes can be made, while at the same time promoting the interests of a racially and religiously homogenous nation like Israel. Nonwhite students enrolled in “Woke” majors like African-American Studies, or Gender Studies, are not going to give a pass to Israel just because they’re somehow different. They’re White to those nonwhite students, regardless of how they see themselves. And they’re no more “magical” than a NASCAR driver. Well, I guess the one Black driver who pushed the hoax about the noose is probably magical. But none of the other drivers. It’s a magical negro thing, you wouldn’t understand.

The mulatto star of this laughable film, who looks almost exactly like the mulatto who wrote and directed it (I love how Jason Whitlock calls them “Halfricans”), actually was maintaining that White people don’t have a right to say the title out loud. Huh? That’s a heretofore unheard of marketing move. Kind of makes the whole word of mouth thing difficult, at least for the majority of the public. I wonder if it’s acceptable to write the title, as I have done here? After all, I am certainly White. Not remotely magical. Well, they can just add it to my lengthy list of Thought Crimes. Even I never envisioned them pushing a movie whose title it was forbidden to utter. The film that dare not mention its name.

To the credit of the dumbed down populace, this odious masterpiece bombed about as badly as a film can bomb at the box office. So perhaps not all hope is lost. Almost every film bombs now, and this is not only because of the putrid, consistently “Woke” content, but because of the outrageous cost to see them. Your girl is probably going to want popcorn and a drink (and today’s new and not improved models may want multiple candy bars as well), so you’re looking at over $50 to watch a movie. Maybe $100 if your date is an obese, green haired, tattooed lady. Or trans lady. At any rate, I think it’s safe to say that most movie theaters are largely empty now. And however you look at it, that’s certainly a good thing.

Ironically, our dystopian reality is far more entertaining now than anything Hollywood can come up with. Sure, the eclipse bombed almost as badly as The American Society of Magical Negroes did. And so far, World War III has been a big nothing burger. There’s still hope for that, of course. Both the crooked establishment and the alternative media seem to be waiting for it with bated breath. Competing with each other in doling out the fear porn. As bad as it is, no one can deny that our crumbling society is interesting. Entertaining in a twisted way. So keep watching the skies. Stay alert. You don’t need an overweight date to pop the popcorn.