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Despite the fact that hardly anyone these days is willing to contest the fact that Stalin and Mao killed far more people than Hitler did, they’ll still purse their lips, clench their sphincters, and say that Hitler was worse because he didn’t kill people for what they thought, but for who they were, and his victims had no control over that.

What they overlook is the fact that at least Hitler targeted people who lacked consanguinity with him; Stalin and Mao killed their own people, which, in an evolutionary sense, seems like a far deeper betrayal.

And this is what the goodwhites are cheering—the suppression, silencing, displacement, demonization, and in some cases, the outright extermination of people that they are much more closely related to genetically than the exotic oppressed racial pets that live tucked far away from them and that they fetishize safely from afar.

Killing a stranger whom you may feel is legitimately threatening you is one thing; fratricide is quite another. And yet the goodwhites seem to feel that their open and gleeful fratricidal malice toward their less fortunate brethren is somehow virtuous rather than hateful.

In her book Good White People, Shannon Sullivan takes the sanctimonious middle-class goodwhites to task for projecting their own guilt complexes onto the easily despised and perennially maligned rednecks and white trash.

So far, so good. I appreciate her gesture in calling goodwhite sanctimony out for the self-serving vanity project that it is.

However, she and I reach a fork in the road when she encourages both the goodwhites and badwhites to accept their role in dismantling the “illness” of whiteness and forge ahead hand-in-hand to build a racially just and equitable society—but, as is ALWAYS the case, she offers no timelines or quantifiers for exactly how or why our society is currently unjust, nor any spreadsheets with graphs that will show exactly when “justice” has been achieved and everyone can finally quit whining once and for all. Unlike her, I think it’s OK being white. And what the goodwhites don’t realize is that I wouldn’t care either way if they hadn’t beaten me over the head since childhood with the idea that there’s nothing OK with being white.

If there is to be war in America’s streets, there is no group I would more eagerly battle than the goodwhites. They are the tattletales and snitches and teacher’s pets of the white race. And unlike many other potential foes—who would probably at least put up a good fight—the goodwhites are far too soft and clueless to face the wrath of the awakened badwhite.