Archiving the “strange death of Europe,” as Douglas Murray put it, and the West more broadly, at the hands of the neoliberal technocracy.
African-American culture — or urban culture, or whatever term one wants to use to refer to the same phenomenon — is still mostly a novel curiosity to the mostly homogeneous East Asian mind historically insulated from Western influence.
There’s nothing quite like it of a homegrown nature to compare it to, and its presence in the Far East has been, at least until recent times, extremely limited.
George Soros, however, aims to change that; he simply cannot abide homogeneous, functional civil societies.
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Not on his watch.
Not when he and his spawn Alexander have globo-homo race communism to usher in.
This video, which opens with an urban gentleman making vague gang signs at the camera overlaid with the bold caption “Thailand is the new Atlanta,” explains the attempt to turn Bangkok into a new urban Mecca of sorts:
🇹🇭 Black people are creating their own community in Thailand. They miss being around their own people but can't bring themselves to admit that this level of safety and functioning infrastructure can never exist in sub-Saharan Africa or Haiti. https://t.co/dPnnZ3wPim
— Asian Dawn (@AsianDawn4) September 13, 2026
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For the natives, of course, it’s all fun and games until the murder rate mysteriously quadruples overnight and these people start inventing reasons why you owe them money.
I have visited many a land in my relatively short time on Earth spanning four continents and never encountered a subculture as dysfunctional as American urban culture. Rather than an expression of racism or white supremacy or whatever, this is simply a palpable fact for anyone who has had the misfortune to witness it up close, as I did for years in public school in Atlanta.
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The good news here is that — at least so far, at least until the George Soros social engineering machine succeeds in brainwashing the children to embrace Diversity™, which it is hard at work doing — the East Asian mind has proven impervious to the necessary guilt-tripping and self-hatred required to not only abide but to celebrate and venerate Afro-American culture.
It’s simply inconceivable that, in full view of the facts, Thais would ever offer their informed consent to be colonized by literally the most violent, anti-intellectual, entitled, easily offended, allergic to personal responsibility subculture on planet Earth.
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Even though they might not be familiar with American urban culture beyond a cursory introduction through the globo-homo race communism pop culture machine, the Thais do often still subscribe to that old-fashioned racism that has not yet been drummed out of them by progressive social engineers in the same way that it has in the West.
Apropos here would be an all-too-true tale from my crack expat memoir available wherever fine literature is sold but mainly on Amazon, Broken English Teacher: Notes From Exile, of my one-time boss, Khun Ta, a retired banker who got herself put in charge of a prestigious private school catering to the local upper crust on account of her own lofty social status and who was experiencing at the time of our professional relationship that unique kind of menopause that permanently etches a constipated look on the afflicted individual’s face:
Khun Ta — dressed to kill with her signature highlighter-yellow SpongeBob SquarePants™ socks under her dress heels that I pretended never to notice and definitely never commented on again after our dust-up — requested that I find a new foreign teacher for the demonstration school, as they were one step closer to opening and anticipated a need for more than one lonely farang encased in glass.
I had no prior experience at the time recruiting ESL teachers for employment (or, actually, recruiting anyone for anything), so I drafted some free job ads on ajarn.com, eslcafe.com, and craigslist.org (surprisingly popular among ESL recruiters and teachers in Thailand), to see how it panned out…
After a week or so, a black gentleman from Texas named Rick or something emailed me. He had all the right stuff on paper (or so I thought). He held an advanced degree from a US university, had six-plus years of teaching experience in Thailand, and was currently in Bangkok, ready to begin work on a moment's notice.
Rick asked me in the initial email whether his ethnicity would impede his chances of getting the job. Taken aback, I said no — why should his race matter?...
I forwarded the first viable (on paper) candidate's resume and headshot (which Asian employers insist on as a standard part of any job application) to Khun Ta and headed to Her Grace's office to see what she thought. I honestly expected her, in my naivete, to react with relived satisfaction that I had found finally found a qualified American candidate with a master's degree and teaching experience — a needle in a Filipino haystack — and, at that, already in Bangkok and available to start immediately.
In her office, which she shared with other Thai administrative staff (her servants), I stood by while she opened the forwarded email with the details on her computer desktop. She looked at the documents for approximately two seconds and promptly declared "no blacks" in front of God and the Thai secretaries around me typing away on their keyboards, eyes downcast.
Nothing like such an explicit outburst of racism had ever occurred in my previous life in the West. Obviously, racism exists in the US as it does anywhere. The difference, though, as I have come to learn, is the lengths to which its practitioners go to conceal it.
One slip of the tongue around the wrong person, and an American boss has a literal federal case on his hands.
With a single phone call, Jesse Jackson and the Rev. Al Sharpton swoop in like racial vultures for an MSNBC exposé spot outside of the perpetrator's office: “Local KKK businessman refuses to hire blacks.”
The NAACP summons troop reinforcements into the fray to march in the streets. Bankruptcy (proverbial commercial death by lawsuit) is imminent. Literal death threats ensue via social media. Tearful, unqualified apologies are offered.
PR firms get hired to defend the besmirched reputation of the alleged KKK businessman, who swears to God he never exclaimed “no blacks” in the office in front of five other employees.
The stench of workplace discrimination for the guilty will never fade, to be worn from then to eternity like a Scarlet Letter – "R" for "racist."
That’s how the game gets played in America, post-civil rights.
In Thailand, there was no civil rights movement, and certainly not one on behalf of the brutalized and put-upon American negro, enslaved for centuries.
Thai employers, because there are no consequences, make no attempt to hide their racism because they, generally speaking, do not view it as a serious social faux pas. It's all routine. No elderly black seamstress ever became a national hero in Thailand for drawing lines in the sand about bus seating arrangements. “Rosa Parks,” in American culture, conjures images of a brave soul standing up to a machine built on discrimination and exploitation; in Thailand, “Rosa Parks” draws blank stares. They barely know who Hitler was.
Rosa who?
In Khun Ta's office, following the “no blacks” pronouncement, I looked around at the other Thais, who had surely heard their supervisor's high-volume anti-black declaration. At least one of them probably understood it. None of them even looked up from their screens.
"Excuse me?" I pressed for clarification.
"No blacks," Khun Ta repeated, not even glancing from the paperwork on her desk.
We had moved on from the discussion about the black English teacher candidate, and it was clear she now wanted me back in the salt mines, mining decent white teachers.
"Why?" I slipped up and asked, disoriented on account of the novelty of the situation.
Nonplussed, she simply responded that the highly credentialed black gentleman whose headshot and resume I had forwarded to her would "scare the children" if he were hired.
Scare the children!
