Welcome to Harm City, White Boy by James LaFond

A collection of 48 essays and articles on being white in the famously violent majority-black city of Baltimore, Maryland, written from June through November of 2015, including:

-Unapologetically White
-Entitlement Based Aggression
-‘Shorty, Short’
-White Guilt Delusion

With honest, insightful comments from real men around the world who are fed up with what it has become.

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By This Axe! by James LaFond

This myopic adventure blends military science-fiction and mythic fantasy as Yule First Warrior of the Eternal Hall and God of War over Men is cast down from Heaven to wander 21st Century America in a brutal quest for a much coveted head that remains maddeningly attached to the body of a meddlesome prophet.

Parental Warning: Explicit sexual situations, extreme violence and brutality.

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A Captive Woman's Gall

James,

A little while back, you linked to Kevin Michael Grace's interview of a fellow with the handle "Jay Fivekiller." From listening to the interview, one can gather that J-5 is something of a neighbor of mine, in the San Francisco metro area. You included the following comment, which has caused me to stew since then, since I am also guilty of using a pseudonym:

"Like it or not, Jay Fivekiller and other anonymous Alt-Righters do not value their opinion as highly as whatever money they are making. "

This is particularly galling for me, because I don't even make any money, and I hardly express any opinions here, I mostly just ask you questions!

Then recently, ten once-and-future privileged oppressors had their admissions to Harvard rescinded for posting inappropriate memes in what they thought was a private facebook page. This quote had me rolling around laughing:

"Harvard does not comment on individual applicants’ admission statuses, but incoming students are explicitly told upon receiving an offer that behavior that brings into question their moral character can jeopardize their admission."

There are many other examples, notably Brendan Eich, who created a major software language, was fired from his post as CEO of Mozilla when it was leaked that he donated to support traditional marriage.

James, the persecution is real, and many of us in the bourgeoisie are barely hanging on, even with six figure salaries. It takes a lot of courage to write under your own name, as you do, and it is no small thing to structure your life in such a way that neither your livelihood nor your loved ones can be taken hostage.

-Lynn

Lynn, my statement as to the men who write under pen names stands, they care more about remaining in the bosom of their beloved and wrathful God of Things than they do about their convictions, ideals--their souls.

However, you are not a man, but a woman, so you get a pass.

The use of the pen name to protect women in the male-dominated realm of the published word is at least as old as Mary Shelly and her Modern Prometheus. I suspect, though that females assuming a protective identity [for instance Einstein not having done his own work, but depending on his wife] goes as far back as The Odyssey, which is attributed to Homer, but which I and other readers suspect might have been composed by a woman, perhaps his daughter.

Marriage, for instance, has often cloaked a woman's identity in the protection of her husband's identity. When I moved to Baltimore and interviewed for a supermarket job, the person who hired me, Miss Betty, broke a long-standing agreement with her husband, that they hired their own gender only. He was quite offended that she hired me and gave me a hard way to go. She, however, reminded him that, "this is my business Leonard--you're the picture on the box, I'm the cereal." Mister Len was strictly relegated to handling the money and being the male face of the business while his wife ran the show.

This is just one example.

Another exemption from my scathing critique is the family man, like Ishmael, Shayne, Mescaline, and so many others who have vulnerable family who are in business, or raising small children, who need to be sheltered from the social war by people who take the pre-doxed stance that I, Jack Donovan, Greg Johnson, and other people who write and publish under their own name, do.

This is how men behave tribally. Certain men will paint the bulls-eye on themselves and carry on the discourse, suffer the alienation, etc., while their supporters secretly agree, slip them resources, and bide their time while they try to raise children who will not become sucked into the vortex of evil. This is--tribally speaking--a shamanic role, placing ones self outside the social construct and off the hierarchical path, in order to be able to express a dissenting view. Unknown to many, people in power, even those who pursue evil, value this function as a progress marker and don't seek to wipe out a dissenter who is not on the hierarchical-economic track.

I have been told by many readers that they support me because I speak for them where they would be destroyed or put out of work for expressing an honest opinion.

My slave girl won't even let her children know my last name for fear she would be ostracized for associating with such a fiend as I.

My older son is a mechanic, in a trade, and immune to his association with me.

My younger son has long wanted to be a CEO or CFO of a large company. We decided that he should begin writing grant letters for college claiming poverty by insanity, as his father had quit a management job to become a science-fiction novelist. He started his public separation from my opinion at age 18. He even discusses me with his coworkers, who seem to regard me as some sort of Neanderthal ho-macking, demi-god. Basically, even in a corporate environment he has been honest with his associates and the men above him in stating that, "my dad is essentially crazy, still fights young jocks, takes the bus in Baltimore city, grosses less annually than I pay in taxes in the first quarter, but is a lot of fun and can kick just about all my friends' asses... I have absolutely no desire to be like him, but he's a great guy to have around and gives me great advice on soft skills that he learned managing a workplace full of ex-convicts."

So, Lynn, for people like Jayfivekiller, Paul Kersey, Zman and the various authors I used to follow at Return of Kings and Eradic, who write under pen names, I suspect, that when the rubber hits the road, they will fold and denounce themselves and their fellows, because this society has effectively emasculated them in the crucible of comfort that is Modernity. This is the normal state for a woman, who must denounce her man to save her children.

An example comes from a Tennessee settlement in the 1700s, which was under siege by a superior Indian force. The wives of the few remaining men told their husbands to leave. If the men stayed and fought the outcome would be the same, they would become Indian wives and their children would be raised as Indians. they wanted to be spared seeing their husbands killed and did hold out hope that their husbands might eventually mount a raid to get them back or even raise a ransom. They were confident that the largely white Indians would treat them and their children well and knew that there would be a horrible end for their men. Women have had to function like this through all of our formative ages and it is ingrained. Continue to protect yourself, Lynn, it is what a woman living under enemy occupation or in captivity does.

Thanks for expressing your gall, Lynn.

James.

P.S. People in my position who have stepped beyond the pale, do not wish to see our supporters targeted. I would rather be attacked by antifa faggots than have one of my readers doxed.

(c) 2017 James LaFond & Lynn Lockhart

Alienation Nation, Q&A with Author James LaFond

Alienation Nation is a Harm City book, published in November 2014, prior to the Freddie Gray riots and purge, painting a "before" picture of Baltimore that is bleak yet instructive. James offers a philosophy to aid his fellow seekers in staying off the radar of the Machine that owns us all.

LL: James, this is the first complete Harm City book I have read, though I think I have read everything you have published from the riots forward. I think this book makes clear the advanced state of the dehumanization of interpersonal behavior in even pre-purge Baltimore. Now, more than two years later, has there been any recovery?

JL: The Purge is still on. As far as I can tell there is only a tiny cadre of BLM advisors in Baltimore, but black men in bands of 3-5 continue to cruise out of West Baltimore, hunting whites on foot by night, resulting in a very barren nightscape, except for the weird and the insane.

This past Saturday night I walked by the closed pizzeria at Eastern Boulevard and Hawthorne Road in Middle River, and between two small cars, saw a small, thin, white woman in her early 20s performing oral sex on two older black teens as they stood with their backs to the cars. I did not want to see this, but before I could avert my eyes they all gave me hostile looks before she went back to it.

The situation in Baltimore City and Baltimore County has continued to deteriorate, with more black on white and black on black killings and mob attacks, fewer police, slower police responses and almost all violent crime being re-characterized as non-violent or less-violent in police and news reports or not being reported at all. Fewer victims report crimes causing a cascade of silence. There is now no relationship between reported aggression and actual aggression in Baltimore City and County, other than in the category of homicide.

LL: Early in the book, you set out part of the philosophy that you develop in this book: "1. No decent man seeks power over his fellows... I believe that every politician is evil, that every law officer is therefore the servant of evil...," you also criticize the War on Drugs. You come dangerously close to libertarianism here. I think this material would do a lot of Libertarians a lot of good. Have you considered sending review copies to the autists at Reason?

JL: The autists! I don’t have any time to do promotional emails let alone mailings. But you may do so if you wish—or any of the six other people who have purchased the book.

Libertarianism is a state of moral delusion that believes in no-violence, that violence, or aggression is evil. However, as a realist, I understand that aggression is a tool which can be used for good or evil. Let me be clear that if I am attacked by a knife wielding man tonight, I would not characterize this as evil, for he is assuming risk and will be disemboweled in any case. However, the politician who gets elected is doing so in order to send police after me to make me comply with his will. He is evil for he takes no physical risk. The cop is evil for he takes no moral risk. The black men who seek to murder me and other whites as an expression of their racial hatred are not evil, but are merely pawns without agency, like the guns of the police. Those back thugs serve the same masters as the blue-uniformed police terrorists, the two pincers of the jaws of the Beast.

LL: James, the title of this book tells us the theme, alienation, and it is a painful one. The bystanders and witnesses here tend towards victim blaming, but you reject that, even as you have devised a behavior pattern for yourself that has kept you out of the victim column. I found this book a bit of a slower read than others of yours, because of the way you portray the victims with such pathos. Does honoring the victims through your writing help you stay sane?

JL: I have re-imagined myself as a target. I am a legitimate target for aggression to any person or persons able to do me in. When I walk out the front door down stairs I become a defensive combatant in the war to eradicate humanity waged by thugs and cops.

As far as maintaining my sanity goes, it is more selfish than that. I write to maintain my sanity or peace of mind. The victims are nothing but my material, rendering them in human terms is my art—I am arranging maimed souls like some heathen herald stacking skulls for the khan’s viewing pleasure.

LL: Throughout your Harm City writing, you offer the sound legal advice that when you are attacked by a group and mount an effective defense, any attacker who escapes injury will turn into an innocent witness against you. How did you come by this knowledge, I don't know of anyone else who teaches this?

JL: It happened to me in first grade. It happened to me as a man. The entire key to the Soul Eating Construct we call Civilization is to marshal the voices of the myriad soulless meat-puppets to drown out the true expression of the human few. Our legal system is designed for exactly this outcome. American legal doctrine is based on the evil precepts of English and Roman law, two entirely slave-based societies. I would expect nothing else.

The fact is, we live within the deviously woven fabric of a vast lie of unsavory depth. Those who are most wedded to the lie are politicians, police and the black criminal slaves of the Mammy State. All of these types will lie as a first reflex in any stressful situation. Therefore, by defending yourself against a group according to the karate douche bag method of KOing the biggest one and letting the rest learn from his fate, you are placing yourself over an injured body, for which only your word [worse than useless, as it is an aspect of the truth and is therefore easily twisted in the hands of The Lie] can serve as evidence that he attacked you. You have also placed yourself between two packs of liars, the thugs and the pigs, who will all lie on reflex just to make their day easy. This shall all occur in the Realm of the Lie [America] and be adjudicated in the Temple of the Lie [Court.]

Good luck, Captain Karate.

LL: You include here a list of the most common categories of aggressors and their effectiveness. The last one you describe is the "car-mobile, cell-phone informed, group of three to four black men in their twenties, usually unarmed." How has this group changed since the Purge?

JL: This group was rare in 2014 and is not the second most common type in the city and the most common type in the suburbs, and is more likely to number 4 aggressors than 3, which is a real break from traditional patterns of aggression.

LL: Your description of the teenagers who stake out the ATM by the church reads like something out of Buffalo Bill's Wild West scouting stories. If Harm City went fully Wild West, as it did briefly during the Purge, how long would it take for a new order to be established?

JL: As soon as knuckleheads like Big Ron and I caved in a few sacred martyr skulls, the National Guard and military contractors [which I encountered at the outset of the Purge] would be sent in to protect black aggressors from white defenders.

The best case scenario is total social collapse due to natural disaster dollar implosion, EMP blast, etc. In which case, the criminals would quickly be driven from the streets by the tens of thousands of able-bodied men who are currently prevented from defending their body, their family, their property and their community from the government-sponsored thugs, who number in their mere high 100s. This happens every time there is a snow storm and the thugs know that the police will not show in time to rescue them from the men, so stay in doors with their mommy.

For instance, those five kids elected not to attack me even after I flashed my cash and walked into a dark street mouth. In a lawless situation I could take a sword or hammer or stick and wipe them out. The hardest part would be acting like I was sick and hurt so that I could get them to corner themselves in the alley behind the Church. This could be solved by recruiting Mescaline and Ron or like minded souls and breaking all their legs.

LL: You tell the story of Daryl and his pizza, and he closes the interaction by inviting you to stop by his house sometime to say hi. This struck me as a small bit of resistance against the alienation. Is he still your neighbor, do you say hi?

JL: They took him out of the halfway house on a stretcher with a sheet over his head about six months later. I had waved hello a few times as I walked by. He had given up on leaving the house. That house coughs up a body twice a year. I have declined to befriend the old fellows who have moved in since, simply wave and say hello.

LL: When you cover predation and the four priorities that attackers follow, you close with the comment that you have never found a children's book describing this. I have thought about suggesting you write a children's book, have you ever considered it?

JL: Jack and Jill went up into Cherry Hill to score some pills… I am writing Why Grownups Suck. I’ll put a self defense section in there as well as methods for killing abusive parents in their sleep.

LL: We get some Ghetto Grocer action in this book, as well as some Snowpocalypse stories, and learn more about your friend Oliver. There is a story that hinges on the old single-date welfare distribution scheme. What impact has the staggered welfare distribution dates had on Harm City?

JL: This has spread crime out evenly across the month, has helped supermarkets staff more effectively, but has also sent criminals in their doors looking to steal in a constant stream as opposed to bottle necking at the end of the month. The reason for spreading the befits across the month is to make future unrest less likely and less intense, which will work until there are NO benefits, then the bag of hoodrats will burst open and Hell will be in seething session.

LL: James, there is much more here, a description of the self regulating mechanisms of black neighborhoods in the middle of the last century, an insightful graduation address, Craig's story (I shed a few tears) and some closing advice on how we might all create a little sanctuary of crackpottery in our lives. The topic of alienation is important to the series on suicides which you have recently started. You cover this concept so well, I think, because you walk the line of purposely alienating yourself for survival, but maintaining that connection with others that serves your writing. Thanks for doing it, James, I know it can't be easy.

(c) 2017 James LaFond & Lynn Lockhart

The Boned Zone by James LaFond

A Guide to Living in Dangerous Urban Areas, Including the memoirs and essays:

Ron Bone in the Hood
Ron Bone and the Man
Who is Boning Who?
To Neglect and Disturb
Hos in the Hood

And dozens of other enlightening and uplifting articles on surviving tyranny in its postmodern urban form.
Available in paperback and Kindle edition.

If I Were King by James LaFond

If I Were King: This Guy Would Handle the Details

If you were president, what would you do? What if you were king of the world? What kind of crackpot would even answer such a question, let alone take it seriously and write a book about it? That’s right, the man who really should be your ruler! The one who knows it is all just a game.

Available in paperback.

Den of the Ender by James LaFond

This sci-fi tale spans 20,000 years, from the Ice Age to 2843 and follows nine people caught in Time: Tusk, Ghost Walker of the Original People, is called upon to face a supernatural menace. Jay Bracken’s yearning for a normal life has ebbed since discovering he is a genetically engineered war-freak. However, his short-term goals: nubile companionship and the slaughter of foes, have not changed. Three-Rivers, the messiah of a doomed people, has merged with a spirit the medicine-men of Sunset call a ‘singularity,’ which he knows as The Sunken Star. Eddie thought that selling crack in East Baltimore was a rough job! Now he’s being sucked into some messed-up past—guts first—and is scared to death! Aristotle was spirited away from his Athenian enemies by people claiming to hail from 2,335 years in the future. And what an ‘Athenian’ future it is… Scooter played Cartels of Titan 2,062 times without a caffeine injection, causing his avatar to suffer a psychotic break and his uplink implant to flat-line, totally trashing his halo-drive. Now he sits unplugged and unable to interface. Brant has always lived alone with his parents and Lassie. But yesterday he got new parents, and a new Lassie; a nice Lassie, but not his Lassie. Randy Bracken followed his meat-head brother into a time-travel scheme run by some black mad scientist, and is now the most conflicted White Supremacist alive. If only he could get his hands on a bigger, better gun... Joan Henderson, CIA, was brutally raped in the most secure black ops facility in the world. Now she’s pregnant with the maniac’s child, and is heading up the search for her vanished attacker. Whatever he is, he owes her 18 years of child support, and Joan means to collect.

Available in paperback or Kindle edition.