engineered demographics

What happened to the native Britons, the native Americans and the native Australians – and most other indigenous populations – is now happening to Poppy, and she is particularly angry because her displacement has been engineered with the collusion of her elected government.

"We are fleeing to the hills or being pushed into compounds," says Poppy, “but it's not a conquering force of uninvited people that's causing this demographic change and our ultimate displacement.”

"It’s our government – or more correctly the world government – that is engineering this demographic change by inviting massive migrations.”

“Every time the world government interferes in local turf wars,” says Poppy, “rather than allowing one protagonist to conquer the other and assimilate with it – as has happened throughout history – it ‘solves’ the problem by moving displaced people to another land.”

“Our land.”

"How else did we get immigrants from Africa, Lebanon, Korea, the Philippines, Vietnam, Palestine, Iran, Afghanistan and Iraq?"

“If it doesn’t interfere in an existing conflict then the world government is also very good at starting one,” says Poppy. “Think of the creation of Israel by a massive migration of Jews from Europe.”

Read more by Poppy on this issue:

the fate of indigenous populations

demographic engineering

religiously motivated wars

the curse of the katholikos ethos

katholikos is Greek for global

racism and the religious balance

the enemy within

interracial cultural marxism

Nanette addresses why it's politically incorrect for a white person to criticize other cultures, but it's okay for them to criticize ours; and why it’s free speech when they do it, but criminal when we do it.

"Multi-culturalism - cultural Marxism in practice - has definitely changed the racial mix of Western civilization," says Nanette, "but rather than uniting all races, it appears to elevate other races at the expense of the white race. "

"African nations formerly ruled by colonial powers have largely reverted to African rule - and Australia is slowly being absorbed into Asia," says Nanette, "but Europe is facing a huge identity crisis."

"After slavery was abolished in America and former slaves lorded it over their former masters, the backlash produced the hated KKK," says Nanette. "Unfortunately, the backlash against globalization and multi-culturalism is gaining similar ugly adherents."

"As I see it, a backlash is a normal retaliation to changing conditions," says Nanette. "People don't like losing what they consider their birthright. Sure, we can all see now that slavery is a terrible thing, but 150 years ago is was a perfectly acceptable situation for all concerned and had been so for thousands of years.”

“Who are we to condemn what our ancestors did?"

Read more by Nanette:

the globalization buzz

immigration and cultural marxism

be proud of your race!

Dakota is 35, single and well-traveled, and remarks that western nations stand apart from the rest of the world as far as racial pride is concerned -- there isn't any, and when it's shown it's blasted as racism!

"Whatever political correctness dictates, being 'white' is without doubt the major criterion of western civilization in much the same way that being 'yellow' remains the major criterion of Chinese civilization," says Dakoka, "and yet we have been cowed by our governments into being ashamed of our color."

"Starting with the granting of citizenship to non-white and largely non-Christian populations at end of the colonial era -- and continuing with the granting of citizenship to a relentless influx of refugees from other non-white and non-Christian nations -- western nations have experienced a dramatic ethnic and cultural change at the hands of their governments," says Dakota, "and people from other parts of the world find this difficult to understand because it is not something that their governments would do."

"Western civilization is no longer distinguished by being ethnically white and culturally Christian, and this places it in a dilemma," says Dakoka. "Our governments have betrayed us and bet your life the mighty global dollar is behind it all."

"Other civilizations -- particularly the Chinese, Japanese-Korean and Indian civilizations -- are based more on racial purity and racial superiority than anything else," says Dakota. "You just have to visit these places to see how proud these people are of their race."

"Why have we been cowed into being apologetic of our ethnicity?"

"Sure, geography, language and customs do figure in other nations," says Dakoka, "but racial purity is the cement that glues these civilizations together and keeps them separate and distinct from other civilizations and that's the way they like it."

"The Japanese, particularly, forbid citizenship to other races and so do the Islamic nations," says Dakota. "They jealously protect their ethic and cultural traditions. Why aren't we doing the same?"

"Everyone should be proud of their ethnicity," says Dakota, "but when you leave your ethnic homeland to live permanently in another culture you must necessarily adopt that culture."

"For goodness sakes," laughs Dakota, "when I travel to other countries I take pains to dress and behave like the people who are hosting my visit. I can't hide the fact that I'm white -- nor should I -- but I do my best to blend."

Read more by Dakota:

Breivik’s July 22 Sarajevo Code
immigration promotes white shame?
Breivik the white knight
Stepfamily loners
Breivik, Christ’s Knight

culture shock in india

Lynne and her husband, Troy, have just returned from a trip to India - where they spent most of their time in Bombay, or Mombai as the Indians call it - and the first thing she talks about is the amount of Coca Cola they were forced to consume for want of anything more palatable.

"Troy and I don't drink Coca Cola - or Pepsi, or any type of cola drink - at home," says Lynne, "so that's an indication of how scared we were of disease while visiting India."

"There are two distinct areas of Bombay - one for the haves and one for the have-nots," explains Lynne, "and Troy and I drank Coca Cola in both areas. Whether we were in the plush establishments filled with dusky women draped in purples silk saris and adorned with more gold than any western women would dare wear, or the filthy market places lined with armless and legless beggar children, we opted for Coca Cola rather than drink the local beverages, or anything out of a glass."

"We just didn’t trust the water system, the hygiene standards of kitchen staff or bottled beverages carrying alien names," says Lynne. "Sure, Coca Cola was alien to our systems - we hated the stuff - but it was less alien than the local beverages and the brand name carried some warranty of hygiene."

"Even if it had been manufactured in India," says Lynne, "it had to be safer than drinking the stuff that was offered to us by our gracious guides."

Thankfully, nobody thought it odd that Lynne and Troy would prefer Coca Cola - it was assumed that all Americans consumed Coca Cola for breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper - and they tried gallantly not to gag as they swallowed the tooth-rotting stuff.

Lynne and Troy’s guides were two Bombay students who had been studying and working in America for a while. Lynne had befriended them at her workplace and looked them up when she and Troy were in Bombay.

They showed the young couple places they would never have visited on their own, and Lynne is not too sure whether she even wanted to see and smell what she did, but she maintains that seeing places like Bombay makes home all the more something to be thankful for.

Lynne says that the upmarket area of Bombay is much like any other big city, with an Asian flavor, but the downmarket area of Bombay is like the black hole of Calcutta.

"The smell is indescribable," says Lynne. "Abject poverty has a stench about it that no human being should have to bear, and wild animals live cleaner than the poor people of Bombay."

People were lying in filth and puddles along the roads. They might have been dead for all Lynne knows. But what got to her were the children.

Naked or dressed in rags, Lynne had never seen so many maimed children outside of a hospital or war zone. They hobbled up to her and begged, their little hands cupped.

Lynne was advised not to give them anything. Her guides quite matter of factly told her that the parents of these children had deliberately maimed their sons and daughters in order to make them better beggars.

"All those television advertisements we see of impoverished and sick children in India are true," says Lynne, "and when I asked our guides why the rich people of India allow their people to live in such filth and poverty I was given a lecture on karma and the Hindu caste system."

"Apparently," explains Lynne, "the poor in India are called 'untouchables' and they are living their life destiny in the Hindu caste system which is also a religion. Because it is their destiny, they don't aspire to live decent lives. Oh really, I thought. What crap."

"There are many extraordinarily wealthy people in India who openly flaunt their wealth," says Lynne. "You would not see western people behaving in such an ostentatious manner around poor people."

Lynne can now understand why Christianity is on the rise in India.

"The only way the 'untouchables' can gain a better life is to convert to Christianity," says Lynne, "so bang goes the Hindu destiny theory."

Two phrases Lynne and Troy learned quickly in India were: 'tom jow' and 'ider row' - with the 'ow' pronounced as in 'cow' - meaning 'go away' and 'come here' respectively.

"Believe it or not," laughs Lynne, "but those two phrases - and Coca Cola - were all we needed to know in order to get by in India."

Now safely home and back at work, Lynne admits that any romantic notion she had about India - or Bombay in particular - is soured.

Unfortunately, she has even developed a racist attitude towards Indians, believing that their culture is abominable.

"There are pockets of poverty in plenty of rich countries," says Lynne, "but our culture - and our rich people - would never allow filth and human degradation to co-exist with luxury in the way they do in India. It's unnatural."

"That we are supposed to be economic partners with India is a frightful thought," says Lynne. "No matter how many of our jobs go offshore to India, the jobs and wealth will go to the wealthy, not the poor."

"No matter that India is the biggest democracy in the world," says Lynne, "it's culture is deliberately designed so that the underclass will always be the underclass."

culture proud, not racist

Yolanda married well and enjoys being a stay at home mom. With plenty of time on her hands during the day when her kids are at school, she does community work helping refugees.

"I wasn't born to lead a 9 to 5 life in an office," laughs Yolanda, "but I certainly don't waste my time on soaps or gossip. I fill my time with plenty of activities, one of which is helping refugees settle into the community."

"Ever since the 9/11 tragedy the world has been obsessed with Moslems and terrorism," says Yolanda, "but the cultural differences between radical Moslems and everyone else has been a problem in my community for as long as I can remember."

"Frankly I'm fed up with people calling me a racist when I am simply proud of my country, its culture and values," says Yolanda. "I am so proud to be an American and I am so grateful that this wonderful country gave refuge to my Italian grandparents."

"I live in a multi-racial community and people from every race and culture have settled down fine and assimilated well," says Yolanda, "all except for those following the radical Moslem faith who, mostly, do not want to be part of our community."

"Not only are most of these people separatist - wanting to benefit from our freedoms and wealth without embracing the culture that made such freedoms and wealth possible," says Yolanda, "but they are also openly disdainful of us and everything we believe in."

"I cannot understand why they would want to settle here when they hate us so much," sighs Yolanda. "And I cannot understand why our government permits them to settle here when they have no intention whatsoever of embracing our culture and values and becoming one of us."

"How can I be racist when I embrace people from all over the world?" asks Yolanda. "If anyone is racist it is those radical Moslems who feel that they are better than we are because of their religious beliefs."

"As far as I am concerned people can believe in whatever they want to believe in just as long as they don't try shoving it in my face or belittling me or my children or the community I live in," says Yolanda.

"Building mosques and sending their children to Moslem schools is not a problem," says Yolanda. "It becomes a problem when those mosques and schools are teaching their children to vilify non-Moslem people and cultures."

"My little girl has been called a 'whore' for wearing clothes that expose her midriff," says Yolanda. "And it angers me immensely when Moslem children actually born in our community are behaving like medieval aliens rather than regular kids."

"My heritage is Italian and I admit that my grandmother still wears a headscarf, black garb and follows her quaint old customs," confesses Yolanda, "but she was quite happy to allow my mother to adopt the customs and culture of the country that gave the family sanctuary after the 1939-45 war."

"That has been the case with every other immigrant nation except those from Moslem nations," says Yolanda. "You don't see Chinese girls in Mao suits or Indian girls in saris so why are Moslem girls born here forced by their parents to wear clothes that cover every part of their bodies bar their eyes?"

"You expect to see women and girls dressed like this in the country of their origin," says Yolanda, "but you don't expect to see them dressed like this at the local supermarket - or the beach - especially on a stinking hot day - and especially when their men are dressed normally."

"All last century, western women fought for equality in voting, pay, family planning and social acceptance," explains Yolanda, "and it breaks my heart to see these Moslem women clinging to a medieval male-dominated culture and wearing themselves out having anything up to twenty kids."

"Frankly, our toleration of their backward culture is damaging our community values, especially in relation to women."

"My husband urges me to get involved with something else - mainly because it's not a good topic for dinner parties - but I am determined to assert my beliefs against radical Moslems in my community," says Yolanda.

"The young Moslem boys actually think bin Laden is a hero," sighs Yolanda. "My husband says they are just kids and mouthing off and should be laughed at, but I think differently. I think it's abominable that we should tolerate such talk."

"At some primeval level I think a lot of western men admire bin Laden," says Yolanda. "Not because of his terrorist activities, but because of his seeming 'manliness' and oppression of women."

"The beard, for instance, is a symbol of manliness," says Yolanda, "and although nobody can see much of his face because of it he does seem to have the piercing eyes of Valentino, the old silent movie matinee idol, doesn't he?"

"I can understand his appeal to both men and women," says Yolanda, "but as far as I know there is nothing in the Koran that says women must be oppressed and wear head to toe garments."

"Look at how young boys are indoctrinated by radical religion in the Moslem culture," says Yolanda. "Don't tell me that that sort of indoctrination doesn't have devastating effects on their physical, mental and spiritual development."

"I don't believe any sane Moslem male lives in expectation of being given virgin girls and boys for his sexual pleasure upon death any more than any sane Christian believes in paradise," sighs Yolanda, "but when you are indoctrinated with such beliefs when you're young, who is to tell how your psyche is affected?"

"The radical Islam as preached by bin Laden and others like him is based upon male domination over women," explains Yolanda, "and it's also perverse, unnatural and so far out of touch with the 21st century that it's amazing that they can cling to such beliefs while driving fast cars and using modern technology. It's hypocritical!"

"Let's face it," says Yolanda, "if someone as rich as bin Laden and the other Moslem leaders truly wanted to alleviate suffering and misery in the Moslem nations then they would share their vast riches - but they don't. These guy aren't humanitarians in any shape or form and they are bad role models."

"I'm not saying that our leaders are better role models," adds Yolanda, "but at least they don't take all, give nothing and force us to seek refuge in other lands. Allah be praised for that! But if I were forced to seek refuge in Yemen, do you think they'd tolerate my western ways?"

"Of course they wouldn't, and neither would I be so arrogant that I'd expect them to," explains Yolanda, "and this is why I am so incensed by the behavior of the radical Moslems in my community. It has nothing to do with racism and when they point that racist finger at me I point it right back at them."

job interview racism?

Colette is 24, highly educated, and living at home with her parents who migrated here from Asia three years ago.

"I've been selectively job hunting for a long time and I have no trouble winning interviews," says Colette, "but I have yet to be called in for a second interview for the jobs I want."

"Some of my friends suffer crushing blows to their self-esteem when they fail to get a job offer," says Colette, "but I am not particularly crushed because I expect rejection."

"This is a positive not a negative way of thinking," explains Colette, "because very few people are hired on the spot at the first interview. We must all be patient when we want a prized job."

"If it takes 10 resume rejections to score an interview, then I expect 10 interview rejections before I make it to the final interview," explains Colette," but so far I'm not having much luck and I'm beginning to wonder whether racism is involved."

"I'm Asian with a dark skin," explains Colette, "and while interviewers are always very nice to my face, I don't know what they're really thinking."

"All job hunters must adopt a positive and upbeat attitude and not allow the process to get them down," says Colette, "and to keep my self-esteem intact I don't bother requesting feedback after an interview rejection because they will invariably lie about their reasons."

Colette was once told in a roundabout way that she was not assertive enough for the position she applied for.

"Had the job advertisement indicated that being assertive was a requirement of the job," says Colette. "then I would have pushed my way through the interview - even danced on a table if that would have proved how assertive I can be - but it was really not that type of job."

"In that particular job interview I really felt that racism was involved," says Colette. "I saw no Asians at the company when I went for an interview, and they did show surprise when I turned up."

"You see," explains Colette, "my family had deliberately Anglicized our name to avoid racism - it gets me treated like everyone else on paper but it doesn't whiten my skin in person!"

"For someone who is continually experiencing trouble with interview rejection like I am," says Colette, "I feel it is subjective factors like racism rather than objective factors - education and experience - that are operating."

"Everyone goes to job interviews looking their best," says Colette, "so dress and grooming are not going to be as important as appearance."

"If you don't fit in with the company's specific expectations of what is 'perfect' then subtle discrimination must apply," explains Colette.

"These perfect expectations are never made known in the job advertisements," sighs Colette, "and it's something we all go through - whatever our skin color."

"It's normal I suppose in that we all do it to others when we meet a person for the first time."

"Like most everyone else there are flaws in my appearance over and above having a different skin color to the predominant race," says Colette, "and I often wonder whether I should decide to stay as sweet as I am on the basis that I wouldn't want to work for any employer who judged me on such shallow criteria - or take steps to improve my appearance."

"Being yourself at interviews is good advice, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with enhancing what you've got!" laughs Colette.

"I can't do anything about my skin color," says Colette, "but I am of short stature so I do practice walking tall, wearing shoes that elevate me and choosing clothes that do not give the appearance of 'cutting' me in half - such as a one-color outfit."

"I'm not overweight or cursed by facial blemishes," adds Colette,"but if I were I would definitely lose weight or seek professional guidance on make-up and chemical peels."

"Most of us are nervous at interviews and a good interviewer will take that into consideration," says Colette, "but I often wonder if my communication skills are seen as being less than perfect."

"I have heard that people with communication disorders, a language difficulty or are just too loud, quiet, pompous, boring or garrulous are rejected outright," says Colette.

"I speak English perfectly but I do tend to be a bit quiet - as befitting the culture I came from - and I may have a slight accent that upsets employers," adds Colette.

"Maybe a speech therapist or a good communications trainer will help me achieve the perfect tone, pitch and speed for my speech - or maybe I should join a public speaking club such as Toastmasters to help me gain confidence," muses Colette, "but if I went to such troubles and still got rejected it would all have been a terrible waste of time and money."

"Personality can - and often does - override any flaws in appearance and communication skills," says Colette, "so I do try to make an interviewer see that I am a friendly girl."

"I'm not a strong introvert going for a job that requires a great deal of human interaction," says Colette, "and I'm not a strong extrovert going for a job that requires spending a great deal of time on my own."

"I do take pains to apply for the right type of job for me - a job that wants a friendly person, neither too introverted nor too extroverted."

"An Interviewer knows the right type of personality needed for the job and it's always stated - in various ways - in the job advertisement," says Colette. "So I don't believe I was ever rejected on that score."

"Interviews are sometimes so stressful that all we can think of is ourselves - how we look and sound," says Colette, "yet I always try to make a good impression by stepping outside my insecurities and showing - without aggrandizing myself - that I relate very well to others and do good in the community."

"I also acknowledge the interviewer - exchanging pleasantries, maybe even asking him or her some personal questions such as 'How do you feel about interviewing people for this job?'," explains Colette, "and yet I am still rejected!

"I comfort myself with thoughts that I was rejected because other candidates were superior to me on appearance, communication skills, personality and empathy," says Colette.

"And I take heart in the fact that once these paragons of virtue get snapped up the better my chances of passing the next interview."

"Yet, after fourteen months of job hunting I cannot believe that there are so many paragons of virtue out there - so many people superior to me," sighs Colette. "I've been helping out with the family business while job hunting and I'll continue doing so until I get the job I want. I am a patient person. I will wait."

"I have excellent qualifications and references," says Colette, "and I am a positive, likeable person."

"The only thing I don't have is a white face and if that is my only failing then perhaps I should limit my job search to Asian companies?"

the sacrificial lamb

Arranged marriages were common in the small religious sect Azaria was born into, but she was shocked when her family introduced her to a charismatic black African student and encouraged marriage between them.

"Choma was a delightful young man," explains Azaria, "but I just wasn't attracted to him in the slightest and I couldn't believe that my family would make me a sacrificial lamb in such a union."

"They assured me that being Choma's wife would bring blessings upon me and I should not be afraid of his color," sighs Azaria, "but it wasn't so much his color that frightened me but his face - he was ugly! He had the thickest lips, the biggest teeth and the smallest eyes I had ever seen in a face before. Quite grotesque."

"Choma was terribly apologetic when we discussed the matter," explains Azaria, "and he agreed that such a proposal was inappropriate."

"He told me not to worry, that he will sort everything out, and in the meantime we would remain good friends."

"I was only 17 at the time and not too smart," sighs Azaria, "so I didn't understand that I was being manipulated. I was so relieved when Choma told me he was against the marriage that I believed I was safe."

"The matter of marriage was never raised at home any more," says Azaria, "and I continued with my studies totally oblivious of what was going on behind my back."

"Choma was a leading light in my sect so I naturally saw him at church," explains Azaria, "and it was natural, too, that my family would invite him home for dinner."

"After dinner, Choma would instruct us, and then I'd sit outside with him for a while for personal instruction."

"I was naturally curious about where he came from and his different customs," says Azaria, "and often the instruction would turn into a chat about his life and family in Africa."

"I was warming to Choma - as everyone did - as a decent human being," says Azaria, "but there was absolutely nothing romantic between us and it was understood that there never will be."

"At that time I was attracted to a boy my own age in church - but I never said anything to my family," says Azaria. "I just hoped that the boy would make his intentions clear and a marriage would be arranged for us."

"Eventually, the boy's family did approach my parents but they turned him down as a husband for me - saying he wasn't yet ready for marriage," sighs Azaria, "and I just bided my time, expecting that he and I will marry some day."

"I went away to college for two years - and Choma went back to Africa," says Azaria, "and shortly after I graduated and returned home there was some political strife in Choma's country and he suddenly appeared on the scene again."

"He was collecting money to help his country and apparently got into trouble with the authorities here and his visa was at risk or something," explains Azaria, "and suddenly I came under a lot of pressure to marry him and enable him to gain citizenship."

"There was no overt pressure," explains Azaria. "There was just an awful lot of serious discussions about Choma's plight going on in church at at home. Everyone was feeling sorry for Choma and talking about all the terrible things that would happen to him if he were deported."

"Choma was actually fomenting all this worried talk," sighs Azaria. "Looking back, I realize he was exaggerating the situation back home - nobody was being hacked to pieces - but at that time he was definitely at risk of deportation."

"One night, when we sat on the porch, Choma started crying, saying he was scared to go home and didn't want to die," says Azaria, "and I felt so sorry for him that I actually offered to help him by going through a marriage ceremony with him."

"Choma was overjoyed and cried even more," relates Azaria, "and my parents came out and hugged us both saying how happy they were, how the union had been ordained by God from the start and how they knew it would happen one day - all we needed was time to get to know each other."

"The next day I spoke to the boy I had wanted to marry and explained that my marriage to Choma was going to be a marriage based on friendship - nothing more - and he understood that I had to do what I felt was right," says Azaria. "He had tears in his eyes, and so did I, but we both knew that some things are bigger than mundane love between a man and a woman - and Choma had to be helped at all costs. It was God's will that I step up and help him."

"The ceremony was performed very quickly and the first shock to my system came when Choma took me back to his house," sighs Azaria. "This dear, sweet, gentle man turned into a brute and raped me - saying I was his wife now and under God's law my body was his to do with as God decreed."

"The second shock to my system was when the Federal Police arrived and carted me off," says Azaria. "They humiliated me beyond measure by the awful things they told me about Choma and his country. They assumed I was a prostitute and asked me how much Choma had paid me to marry him. I sat there in pain from the rape and in shock from the interrogation."

"All the terrible things that I had supposedly spared Choma from were now happening to me," sighs Azaria. "The Federal Police had come for me, not Choma, and it was my body, not Choma's, that was cut to pieces."

"The third shock to my system came a few weeks' later when I realized I was pregnant." sighs Azaria. "And the final shock came when Choma accused me of sleeping with another man. He refused to believe the baby was his."

"In this terrible situation I withdrew into my shell, refusing to speak to anyone," explains Azaria. "In my misery I accepted that God must have indeed intended me as a sacrificial lamb. I blamed nobody but myself, for I had proposed marriage."

"Choma was rough and unkind to me throughout the pregnancy," says Azaria, "and he only became human again when our daughter was born. She was almost as black as he was, but thankfully she didn't have his grotesque features."

"He apologized profusely for all the terrible things he had accused me of and begged me to forgive him," says Azaria, "but by then I was dead inside. I had scant feeling for him or the child conceived in rape and carried in so much pain. No love, no hate, just a basic determination that somehow I would survive and one day get away from this ugly, brutal man."

"As it turned out, I didn't have to wait too long," adds Azaria. "Choma accepted that I was repulsed by him and within a year he left me for a woman of his own race."

"I was left to raise his child on my own - with my parents' help," explains Azaria. "They were shocked that Choma walked out on us and nobody mentions his name any more - but one day my little girl is going to grow up and start asking awkward questions about her father and I'm not sure what I should tell her."

"Do I spare her feelings and tell her lies about what a wonderful man her father is, or do I tell her the brutal truth?"

minding a black baby

Juliette's family lived in an intolerant white supremist district and when her mom took pity on a young black single mother and offered to mind her baby without charge while the girl worked and got on her feet, Juliette saw the evil side of human nature pitted against the saintly nature of her mom.

"I was about eleven at the time," says Juliette, "and I remember coming home from school one day and finding a baby pusher in the kitchen."

"I knew that mom didn't know anyone with a baby," explains Juliette, "so I was a bit surprised - but nothing surprised me more than looking into the pusher and finding a little black baby!"

"She was the cutest thing you could ever see," enthused Juliette. "And when mom told me about the dire circumstances the baby's mother was in and how she'd offered to mind the baby for her while she worked and had saved enough to pay for a permanent placement for the baby, I thought mom was a saint."

"Mom had spent her lifetime helping others - mostly people referred to her by her pastor," explains Juliette, "but it was the first time she had brought anyone home and got personally involved."

"Mom explained that the baby's mom was in real trouble and didn't need money as much as she needed someone she could trust to look after her baby for a while."

"I didn't press mom for the details but I think it had something to do with child abuse - which is why the girl preferred my mom rather than anyone else to help her. I suppose she just didn't trust anyone in her own family - and that must have been terrible for her."

"From then on, I just couldn't wait to get home from school and play with the baby," laughs Juliette. "She was a gorgeous child and never cried - she just smiled and cooed and made us so happy."

"I first became aware that my mom was in trouble when a neighbor stopped me one day and asked me what on earth my mother was doing minding a black baby."

"I told mom what the neighbor had said to me and mom admitted that even the women at church had scorned her."

"Dad wasn't too happy with the situation, either, but he never stopped mom from doing what she felt was right."

"And then the anonymous hate calls and letters arrived," sighs Juliette.

"Mom didn't flinch," adds Juliette. "All that hate made her more determined to do the right thing."

"We had the baby for about two months and then one day I came home from school and she wasn't there."

"Mom told me that the mother had come early and taken the baby away - saying that she had found a permanent placement in a nursery - and for a while I believed her."

"Afterwards, I wondered why the mother never left her new address with us or made an effort to contact us. It didn't seem in character with her. Surely she would want to let us know how she and the baby were?"

"When I pressed mom for an explanation, she told me that she wondered about the situation herself."

"I don't think mom had lied to me," says Juliette, "but I'm pretty sure that someone had lied to her."

"I never discovered what really happened, but I think someone put pressure on the girl to find someone else to mind her baby, and probably told her not to contact us ever again."

"Why else would she disappear so quickly without saying goodbye or leaving a contact number for us to remain in touch?"

"The cruelty and unfairness of that incident preyed on my mind so much that I vowed that when I grew up I'd do something to help single moms and put a stop to racism," says Juliette, "and I'd like to think that in my welfare work I've done just that."

white girl, black boy

Every time Kezzy hears the song "White Girl, Black Boy" she tries to understand her parents. She is not against interracial marriage but she definitely believes that had her dad been white and her mother black that her life would have been much easier.

"White boy, black girl would have made a better song," sighs Kezzy, "and a much better life outcome for someone of interracial blood like me."

"There are lots of white men married to black women and nobody blinks an eye at them," says Kezzy, "but white women married to black men get stared at all the time - and sometimes get abused by strangers - and this is what I've had to grow up with."

"I first noticed the curse of being a kid of an interracial marriage with a white mom when I was about three," says Kezzy.

"My mom took me to a playgroup and a white woman there kicked up a fuss because she thought it was a white group and she didn't want her kids playing with blacks."

"I didn't understand that being black was something bad," says Kezzy, "but I felt different that day and nothing mom said could make me feel better."

"As I grew older I didn't like going out alone with mom because people would stare at us and say nasty things to her," says Kezzy.

"When dad was with us nothing too bad happened - the really bad things only happened when I was out alone with mom."

"I identified more with my dad than my mom - not just because I wasn't lily white like she was but because bad things didn't happen when he and I were out together - nobody stared at us or said bad things to us."

"Two years ago when I was 18 my mom and dad separated and I remember asking my mom why she ever married my dad in the first place," says Kezzy.

"She looked at me and didn't know what to say."

"I'm living with friends now and getting on with my life but I still have really horrible memories of being cursed by having a white mom and a black dad."

"It never occurred to me until now," says Kezzy, "but perhaps my mother felt as cursed by me as I did by her."