Here’s a 1965 comic based on the famous 1936 and 1938 boxing matches between German Max Schmeling and Negro Joe Louis. See this splash page where the German character demands for the black character to admit that the color of his blood is as black as his skin. If this doesn’t give you a taste of the ridiculous mythology that grew over these boxing matches, see this page, where the lie is told that Schmeling returned to Germany after defeating Louis in the first match and boasted that “a pure-blooded German is superior to a man of brown skin.” Schmeling said just the opposite: “In sport, the Negro and white man are just the same. The best man wins.”
The Jew-controlled gaming, gambling, media, and warmaking industries converged on these contests. The goal in view had everything to do with a black man from the South triumphing over a white man, specifically a white man who was a citizen of Germany, with whom a great war was imminent. Negro Ed Harris of the Philadelphia Tribune was giddy.
In the face of this, one waits for the pyramids to crumble, the Statue of Liberty to truck around its base, the Empire State Building to start singing “Sidewalks of New York.” Anything can happen now… Brothers, the battle is over… Soon you will be able to travel all over the Southland, marry women of other colors if you so desire, go anyplace and do anything.
Adultery was a major scandal at the time because the first and previous (1908) black heavyweight champion, Jack Johnson, “married” three white women. He was given this right by the Caesar of America, the imperial dictator Abraham Lincoln, who crushed the last nation of Christendom. The first white “Mrs. Johnson,” who was actually the third prostitute Johnson had married, committed suicide with a revolver, having grown tired of being whipped. When he “married” his second white “wife,” two faithful ministers of the gospel in the South called for Johnson to be lynched. The girl’s mother told the press: “Jack Johnson has hypnotic powers, and he has exercised them on my little girl. I would rather see my daughter spend the rest of her life in an insane asylum than see her the plaything of a nigger.” The third “wife” was one-third of a ménage à trois. Johnson was arrested more than once for violating the Mann Act, which outlawed the transportation of women across state lines “for the purpose of prostitution or debauchery.” A prosecutor correctly recognized Johnson as “the foremost example of the evil in permitting the intermarriage of whites and blacks.” (Your lying preacher is proud to announce today that Christianity has moved beyond such divisive ideas.) It’s easy to understand why there was so much hatred towards Johnson that the famous novelist Jack London called out for a “Great White Hope” to reclaim the heavyweight title. Now you know the origin of that term, and as you also know, Jack London’s “Great White Hope” has become Tom Wolfe’s “Great White Defendant.”
Getting back to Louis and Schmeling then, other reporters were not quite as lustful as Ed Harris. Lewis F. Atchison of the Washington Post wrote on the night of Louis’s surprise defeat: “Joe Louis, the lethargic, chicken-eating young colored boy, reverted to his dreaded role of the ‘brown bomber’ tonight.” Henry McLemore of the United Press called Louis “a jungle man, completely primitive as any savage, out to destroy the thing he hates.”
In the second match, Louis was victorious, and this was quickly hailed by the Jewish war machine as “a victory for Democracy over Hitlerism,” much as the Jesse Owens victory at the 1936 Berlin Olympics had allegedly been. After having been propagandized for 70 years, it’s hard to now believe, but this was all blown out of proportion. Germans had no qualms about competing with Negroes, so long as Negroes were never called Germans.
Because of the national rivalry, Louis’s victory over Schmeling in the second bout is considered his greatest triumph. He did win, and there is no evidence that the fight was rigged. But here’s an interesting factoid: When Marciano later fought Louis, everyone said it was a cheap victory because of the age difference; Louis was 37 and Marciano was 27. In his rematch with Schmeling, Louis was 24 and Schmeling was 32. The age difference was close to nine years, and if you add this to the fact that Schmeling was considered past his prime even during the first fight, which he won, you can see why he was the underdog. Why is one title a cheap victory and the other is not? Well, we know why the double standard exists. You can find double standards wherever you find black people living among white people.
Another simple fact that puts the lie to the ridiculous bravado in the comic book above is that Louis wasted all of his money on wine, women, and song, while Schmeling lived into his nineties and died a wealthy man. Yet the two men were lifelong friends, even when Louis was working as a greeter at the front door of Caesar’s Palace. Schmeling sent money to Louis in his later years and even paid for Louis’s funeral. Still, the lies pour forth about Democratic-Capitalist-Manifest-Destiny-Chosenites smashing Nazi-Fascist-Supremacist-Genocidal-Pigs during the Great Depression. What a crock of sh!t. The only real victory in view was achieved in full: the destruction of age-old boundaries that protected the white race, specifically our virgin daughters. Jack Johnson would be proud.
In comic books, Hitler and Germany were the usual villains, free of all nuance. Notice how this superhero is the very model of Aryan perfection that Germans prized while his loyal Negro sidekick resembles an ape.
The theme is similar to this picture, where black men who are drafted to fight Nazis are holding bombs rather than piloting the planes that carry them.
Here’s a more current and similar example of how black characters are drawn, this time in a Mexican comic that is so popular that, even in the age of the Internet, it sells over 100,000 issues per week. Nevertheless, its sale was recently banned by Walmart for being insensitive to diversities.
Hyper-sensitivity has grown exponentially with the years, but the subject of race was not taboo in the old comic books.
Since these are comic books, you know that we’re always on the precipice of the preposterous. Here’s our friendly neighborhood Golem, Superman, as a sort of Adam in the Garden of Eden. And there’s the foul Serpent wrapped around his Eve, Lois Lane. And what’s this? A buxom Negress in the slough of despond! Adam was a miscegenating bigamist? Super only has time to save one of the damsels before disaster strikes! Which will he choose?
Yeah, you knew that bi-curious Lois would survive…to live 24 hours as a black woman!
Then Superman jumps into the body mold and pandemonium ensues!
No, actually, Lois was the only one who stepped into the Negronimizer, and it was to get the Pulitzer-winning scoop on how Negroes live.
She could have done a simple story on black people acting normal while white people stand aghast, sensing that something is far from normal. Not our bawdy strumpet! She’s a working girl.
But what exactly is this racist, Lois Lane, trying to say, as she accuses her own newspaper of being racist for burying the truth about oppressed savages, and as Superman sits there all jealous and racist, fearing for the survival of his feminist tart? Doesn’t she realize that “nitty gritty” is black slang, a rhyming euphemism for ”shitty”? Our trollop is not off to a good start in her objective portrayal of black, uh, culture.
It goes from bad to worse as she passes Nat Turner on the street and he hatefully excludes her from his kin, or as he puts it, his “brothers” and “sisters.”
We Christians of the 21st century recognize this backwardness as the hate-talk of the past. We now know that there are no such things as brothers and sisters, for we are all one in Christ Jesus. Naturally, this means that all inheritance must pass to the Church.
So anyway, Lois enters the machine and is born again as The Fly:
Suddenly, she’s a Soul Sister, and she is touched deeply by not only the bonds of kinship that she never knew as a Racist-Honky but by the legendary African Family Values that have made the black race the butt and the byword (Job 17:6; Psalms 44:14) of the earth.
Why would Lois ever want to return to her race of oppressors and victimizers? Besides, think of the money she has just spent on her new tribal attire. Best of all, the comic book artist has allowed her to keep her stunning Caucasian bone structure. It’s just like the Alienists always tell us: Race is nothing more than skin color!
The more Lois thinks about Superman, that xenophobe in his fruity spandex, the more she wants to prove how non-racist she has become, and at the same time prove to Superman that he wants to own a plantation and kill six million Jews.
Lois still has a few things to learn about being a Sister. She was supposed to snap her neck and wag her index finger as if on the Jerry Springer show. Superman refuses to marry her, of course, because the last thing he needs is a litter of super-niglets. That’s Heidi Klum’s job. And what else would you expect from the only extraterrestrial on earth? He’s the most exclusionary racist of all. Instead of a cape, he should have a conical white hat with two eyeholes.
Well sir, Lois can’t remain a Hottentot forever, because that would ruin the Super-Saga. She must rejoin her tribe of White Devils, but not before visiting the hospital, where Nat Turner, who has been shot by drug dealers, is recovering from his bullet wounds.
Hark! Is a romance budding with the charming young activist? Tune in next time!
We don’t want to give the impression that all superheroes are white. There have been many black superheroes. Well, let’s see, there’s uh…
The superheroes of the American Empire are powered by a radioactive mixture of Cheetos and Red Bull.
And whatever you do, don’t screw with the physicists.
Sorry folks, I don’t know what’s going on here. This edition of SWB is just loco.
Let’s wrap it up with a reasonable word of advice: Don’t go a-judy chompin no one who don’t need judy chompin!