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	<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 07:23:05 -0800</pubDate>
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		<p>                                                                          <u><font color="#0000ff" size="4">  NEW  BOOK</font>   <br />
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</u>                                          <font face="Verdana" color="#0000ff"><font size="5"><font color="#339966"><font color="#0000ff">THINK ONLY WHITES ARE RACIST?  <br />
                              THINK AGAIN!  <br />
</font><br />
</font>                     <font color="#000000">A Blackman's perspective </font></font></font> <br />
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 <font size="4">  To most non-Whites racism is a Whiteman's thing. The vast majority of non-Whites I have met all believe racism is synonymous with White people who victimized them. However, as a Black African who has shared rooms, apartments and worked with many racial groups in Africa, Asia, Europe and North America, I don't believe in the baloney that only Whites are racist.  <br />
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   I hope I am not accused of being a White apologist. Yes Whites may have perpetuated colonialism, segregation, aparthied and were heavily involved in slavery. And yes White supremacy groups, such as the Ku Klux Klan and other Neo-Nazi groups still exists. But is that all there is about racism? <br />
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   From my personal experience, it isn't White people who have exhibited the most racism towards me. Unfortunately, the people who top the list of dishing out racism are those who normally complain about being victims. <br />
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   In general, White people tend to show a lot of courtesy to people of color perhaps because they don't want the race card used against them if non-Whites don't receive what they want. Majority of Whites also seems to be sensitive and are sophisticated with racism issues and take accusations of racism very serious even if they are practicing one. <br />
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   On the other hand, non-Whites don't don't care whether they are called racist or not. Their logic that racism is a White person's thing is deep rooted; therefore if you call them racist they treat it as a joke.  <br />
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   Think Only Whites Are Racist? Think Again!, is a new kind of book  aimed at giving all fronts on the racial spectrum a fair shot and to make them all accountable for their actions, actions which are often detrimental to others. The book is also designed to change the current landscape of this vast and explosive topic and to usher in fresh ideas about fighting racial discrimination. <br />
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                           To read an excerpt log on to <a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/to/20zWQr/www.aliking.net/t:4afc32e1a6462;src:syndicate" rel="nofollow" target="_new">http://www.aliking.net</a> </font></p>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2007 15:24:21 -0700</pubDate>
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		<p>                                               <font size="4">AN</font> <font face="Verdana" size="4">EXCERPT FROM</font> <font size="4">THE BOOK</font> <br />
<br />
                             <font color="#0000ff" size="5"> </font><font face="Verdana"><font size="4"><font color="#0000ff"><font size="5">THINK ONLY WHITES ARE RACIST?  <br />
                           THINK AGAIN</font></font><font size="5"><font color="#0000ff">! <br />
</font></font><font color="#ff6600"><br />
</font><font color="#000000">My big break into the world of fun soon arrived when some of my friends went to a club in Guenzburg, the district capital. When they returned they couldn't stop talking about all the beautiful babes they' encountered and the wonderful reception they had. I cursed myself and wondered what the hell I was doing-after all I wasn't a monk or a slave. I decided to go to the club the following week. The place was a blast. <br />
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For the next three weeks I saw different babes at the club. There were at least five whom I reckoned were in love with me. Making a choice became very difficult, although I favoured the one nicknamed Melanie. She was without a question my heart's desire. But she was so beautiful and so popular at the club I felt I didn't stand a chance. I felt inferior. Weak in the presence of beauty, some might say. I was shy and intimidated to talk with her even though it was obvious she always wanted to talk to me. <br />
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Another reason I hesitated from making a move was the guy constantly in her company. He was her fellow-blond, blue eyed, well-dressed-who always arrived at the club in a different posh car. The two were very popular and appeared to be perfectly matched. They danced together,especially when slow German music was played. But every time we left the club, my friends asked me, "What's wrong? That lady is madly in love with you. Are you too timid to take your chances?" <br />
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They couldn't persuade me. I couldn't imagine myself, a black man and a poor refugee, without even a bicycle competing with that gentleman. As I dithered about what to do with Melanie, one of my colleagues hit on her. Melanie told him to back off or face severe consequences. That warning started the ball rolling for me. <br />
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I now knew that my fears had legs. Melanie didn't want me so I decided to make a move on the other ladies. One by one, I made love to them. However, one thing I observed with German girls was that if you made good love to them, they didn't keep it a secret. They blabbed about it to their girlfriends who had not yet had a go with me. <br />
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Meantime, when the word got out, Melanie started acting jealous and turned aggressive. As one of the club's waitresses she was at huge disadvantage. In between taking and delivering food and drink orders, it was difficult for her to have any meaningful conversation with me. So, she began to follow me outside to see what I was up to with other ladies. <br />
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One day when she saw me in the thick of affairs with another lady, she broke. She stomped back into the club. I could hear her complain to her best friend, Karin, who also baby sat her daughter. When I re-entered the club, Karin came at me. <br />
  "Ali, you stupid, boy, you're making Melanie upset." <br />
   "What the.....?" I scratched my head. What was going on? <br />
Melanie and I were friends but there'd never been talk of any romantic relationship. And I was still too nervous to talk to her about love. I felt very sad and confused. <br />
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I shrugged my shoulders at Karin and walked over to Tony, the DJ, and sat beside him. Tony often invited me to do stand-in as MC and that made me even more popular at the club. My friends realizing I wasn't dancing as I used to, came over. <br />
   "What's wrong with you?" they asked. <br />
I shrugged my shoulders. Then Karin walked up to me. What now, I wondered. <br />
"Melanie's asked me to take you to her      <a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/to/20zWQr/www.aliking.net/t:4afc32e1a6462;src:syndicate" rel="nofollow" target="_new">http://www.aliking.net</a> </font></font></font></p>
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