Paul Kersey at
SBPDL has been
informing us better than anyone about the housing merry-go-round on which Afros and Euros have been riding for forty years.
Humans have a way of sniffing out their own interests, platitudes be damned. If you want to know what a man believes, don't watch his lips; watch his feet. The young urban White may boast of his
'edgy' neighborhood (enduring daily street crime makes him more authentic), but come baby-making time, he finds his way to
paler pastures with startling speed. The only 'diversity' which
interests him past this point is of the Chinese, Indian, or talented-tenth Mulatto variety.
Given that this gentleman cheers the loudest about the joys of racial mixing, and weeps the most bitterly before maps like these,
...whence this paradox? While his mouth is singing '
Fair Housing Act' hosannas, his feet are doing the '
Restrictive Covenant' two-step.
We know why: Afros bring down property values. And for good reason. From a Euro perspective, they don't make good neighbors. Their children tend to
commit more crime, as do their
adults, they make
transport unpleasant, degrade
swimming pools, chase out
merchants, shut down
nightclubs, disrupt
cinemas, mistreat
animals,
volunteer less,
litter more, weaken
schools, cripple
school boards, waste
police resources, and generally make life less pleasant for their white neighbors than it was before their arrival.
Since the Brits' ill-fated decision to import Africans to this land, the 98% of Euro-Americans who
haven't own slaves have been forced to live with its consequences. Broadly speaking, three approaches have been tried: (1) segregation
de jure (the old South), (2) segregation
de facto (the old North), and (3) attrition (today).
We are all familiar with the South's
de jure approach, their state lawmakers seeing to it that schools, housing, transport, and public accomodations existed in 'white' and 'colored' versions. This apartheid system and its architects have been throughly villainized in all modern textbooks.
We may be less familiar with the old North. Those of us born there have been told all our lives how warmly we opened our arms to these suffering Afros, saving them from the noose or at least the colored water fountain.
Or did we.