Recently one of the Connecticut members of a regional White Rights group, North East White Pride (NEWP), I'm also a member of, posted an inspirational story to the group's web forum. This story is so typical of members of the group that I thought I'd share it with my readers to give them an insight into the "mentality" of the folks involved in White Rights and Advocacy. Here it is (slightly edited for clarity):
(Posted to the NEWP forum on Feb. 17, 2010)
So I am on vacation right now. I decided to run some errands in my hometown. Check the po box and stuff. Off of the highway overpass I saw a guy standing on the sidewalk with a cardboard sign in his hand. I got off of the highway and pulled in to the Dunkin Donuts where he was at. I read the sign. Him and his wife and 4 kids were homeless and he was asking for any help. . . . so I went over and talked to him and introduced myself. He was happy just for the fact that I came and talked to him. I talked to him about his story and to make sure he wasnt some crackhead. He was legit. He was telling me how ashamed he was standing there but he had to make money to provide and keep them in a cheesy nasty hotel room to stay warm.
He shook my hand and thanked me for talking to him. He asked what my "88" pin meant and I told him the truth and he said that was awesome of me to take the time to chat. And we talked about illegals taking our jobs. I went to my truck and gave him a pair of gloves to wear because it was cold. I went and bought him a coffee and bacon egg and cheese from the Dunkin Donuts and a gift card to get coffee or what not. I gave him $5 and a pack of cigs. I stood with him for over an hour. He kept saying thank you so much and that he couldnt believe that someone would actually help out like this. I told him this is what we do. He wanted my phone number for when he gets back on his feet. he said he wouldnt . . . read more