ChudTheBuilder may have started a movement to allow Whites to say n1gg3R with a Hard R in public with the approval of enlightened, freedom-respecting negroes. This goes far beyond simple free speech advocacy, it is something else... That was his cause, but that cannot be our cause. If Whites are given the N-word card, it’s negroes that ultimately win.

Remember, the ultimate goal of the negro race is to gain and maintain access to White people (and White DNA), which is a goal that is actually more important to them than any amount of “black pride ✊🏿” that they pretend to have. In truth, negroes privately hate being negro, and they hate most other negroes. While they won’t fully admit it to themselves, they typically only hate Whites out of envy. If a genie gave most of them one wish, secretly, it would be to become a White person.

Without a doubt, the smarter blacks will champion the idea of giving all Whites a permanent n-word pass if that is what it takes to maintain and increase access to Whites. They would give up their monopoly on the N word faster than you could say it.

That’s why I think negroes should keep the N word and not allow Whites to say it. It’s the ultimate (and a very necessary) reminder to Whites that negroes do not identify with them! Whites, as all other races, should fear crossing racial boundaries. Just like separation and segregation, racial boundaries are good, period.

Unfortunately, too many Whites still fantasize about black and brown people assimilating, blending into and mixing into White society, into a single people; no matter how brown, grotesque, miscegenated and dysfunctional the result. It strokes their pathological altruism and cultural-assimilationist dreams with warm fuzzy feelings; it feeds their utopianism.

But here, we know that savages cannot ever become civilized: they cannot be anything like us. No amount of N-word passes will ever change that. It will only serve the beguile the White masses into believe that they can be one with the N1gg3Rs.

The N-word pass is like that proverbial invitation to the BBQ in the hood. If you accept it, it’s more than the meat on your plate that’s getting seasoned—it’s potentially your entire gene pool.