by H. Millard “HEY, MAN,” said Homeless Jack, “you ever read that stuff that says White racism is genetic? You know, like we aware and awakened Whites have a gene for being racist. “I’ve seen some Whites rush in after reading that who try to deny it as though such a gene…

by Dean Darcy AS MAYOR Pam Powers approached the downtown exit she wondered again if the Sign Man lived in the two acres of woods that the off ramp curved around. As she inched along in the morning rush hour traffic she also wondered how many people in cars behind her and in front of her were thinking the same…

by H. Millard “LET ME TELL YOU SOME STUFF, man,” said Homeless Jack, “but before I get to the meat of it, let me first tell you that I’m a big believer in existence and the ways of existence. “You might want to call that Nature’s ways, and that’s okay too. I tell…

by H. Millard “SO, YOU’VE READ A LITTLE about Arman’s Teachings that I follow that constitute my religion, my philosophy and my world view and you’ve seen the lexicon that I’ve put together and you probably think you’ve seen it all, right, man?” asked…

…and our fail point. by H. Millard “WE LIVE IN REALLY STUPID times, man,” said Homeless Jack. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, the same could be said for all times, but our stupid times are much worse. “We face extinction, man, and soft genocide is going on each…

by H. Millard “I KNOW YOU’RE trying to figure out more about this religion of mine, man,” said Homeless Jack, “so here’s a basic lexicon that may help you get it. I got this from Arman. “And, you probably want to know how many believers there are in addition to Arman.…

by H. Millard HOMELESS JACK SAID, “People in my faith know that we are the new Whites — a new people born out of the old — we are born anew after we have awakened to the truth. We are born anew by choice and we have brought ourselves anew into this world from the rotted and empty husks of our…

by Dean Darcy HE WALKS out. The dog is asleep on the porch, the cows are in the moo yard, and the horse is in the stable. The truck clears its throat, coughs, then starts. The moon comes from behind a cloud to tag along for another late night ride to nowhere. He drives around late at night, trying to see things…

by Cholly Bilderberger SUTTER LANG’S life is not all Sturm und Drang. He also spends considerable time in solitary reflection, and, on occasion, shares his thoughts. For instance, only last week he said to me, “I have been working on a solution to the entire racial problem.” “Tell…

by Philip Holthoff IT WAS in the spring of 2003. It should have been our finest hour. Instead it has become one of our greatest mysteries. It was to be a day of firsts for our great nation. Tens of thousands of our citizens lined the shores of Gulfport and Biloxi to gaze out to sea at our newest wonder, Gray April…