… if only the world knew how much asian women truly love White men

A transcript of I said at the second annual gathering: “asian woman will restore White man to his rightful in the world”

“I’m actually so embarrassed right now I am at loss for words.  I’m crying not because I am sad, please don’t misconstrue my tears.  I’m crying because I am happy, I am so happy that so many of us like minded people have finally gathered together to create our new society.  I never realized there were so many people who thought the same thoughts as I had thought and I couldn’t believe my eyes as all of you before me, sharing the same ideas that I did share so secretly for so long.  I couldn’t believe it. I am sorry if my thoughts are somewhat disjointed because I didn’t think I was going to speak in front of so many eyes. … Some might question why should asian women even be among white men, and much less to engage in discourse with white men or to become the girlfriends and wives of white men. What right do asian women dare to tell White men how to live? Despite my lily white skin, and large round eyes, I am just another inferior Japanese girl who ought to be denied of my own existence, sent to the Gestapo and exterminated just like a dirty Jewess.  I am not even worthy to be a slave to superior White men. After all, the descendants of Nordic conquerors have hitherto dominated over all human kind, from the Roman Empire to the British Empire to the American Empire, and there is no place for me to exist.  I am, moreover, just diluting the gene pool of the pure White race by seducing good honest White man to have genetically inferior babies with me, for by being his semen receptacle I have successfully mated with the most masculine and powerful man on earth, a White man, and my evil plan to destroy the White race has succeeded. But you are mistaken! For one thing, I am so ashamed to say it, but I feel white women have so utterly failed at their duties toward respecting, honoring and obeying their white men, that those white women, so utterly arrogant and obnoxious, would rather offer war where they ought to kneel for peace, and there therefore presents the opportunity for asian women to take over the duty truanted by white women. As an asian woman, I will always treat with white man as my lord, my life, my keeper, my sovereign and I will always be obedient and devoted in my service to my white man. As a Japanese woman, I find that the White race is the most superior race and the most masculine race, whose superiority and dominance is achieved through a genetic dominance as evidence through conquest and war. In my ideology, I see the west representing the masculine type: glorious, divine, supreme, victorious, dignified, strong, courageous, superior, unyielding; and whereas the east represent the feminine type: submissive, docile, obedient, passive, defeated, humiliated, weak, meek, timid, inferior, yielding; and it is the natural order that the feminine type should serve the masculine type; and I am flattered by my White boyfriend who chose to mate with me.  I, as my gratitude, show him my utter devotion to him, the devotion befitting a slave belonging to her master, and I am being completely subservient to him in every aspect of our relationship. I am willing to do anything to please him no matter how degrading and how painful it is to me; as long as he is pleased. But what I do is nothing so significant. What I do for my white man is merely what a woman ought to do to a man, as it has been done for the thousands of years until the 1960s, so in essence asian women are merely replacing white women who relinquished their natural roles.

“And secondly, some might argue that race mixing is wrong, and that asian women and white men will produce racially inferior children. Well, that is simply not true.. First of all, hitherto all noble races are the races of conquerors from the Germanic blond beasts of prey to the Scandinavian Vikings.  A man of a noble race was never a racial purist who stupors in his own community and inbreed with his own females. No. He goes out and conquers the inferiors races by murdering inferior weak men and raping inferior weak women.  A Spartan woman alone does not give birth to a real man, for all Spartan women were kidnapped from other nation states; she can only give birth to a real man by being impregnated by a real man, a Spartan man, a warrior and a conqueror.  There is no such a thing as a pure race.  All humans today are the descendants of conquerors and their slave women. And even if, let’s say, we were to breed a pure race, what would this race look like?  Well, it would be a race of inbreds, because as one becomes more “pure”, the gene pool shrinks, and there would be no genetic variation within this gene pool. …

“Some Americans look to Japan with a sort of nostalgia thinking that all Japanese are so pure in blood and so homogeneous in culture.  As a Japanese national, I can tell you that that is simply not true. It is said that the aboriginal Japanese were Germanic descendants who sailed to the Japanese seas some 200,000 years ago, and then there were those that came from China, Korea, and Taiwan.  So in essence the Japanese you see today are the mongrels of Whites, Chinese, Koreans, and Taiwanese.  We are anything but a pure breed.  I myself, for example, had a White grandmother, and Japanese father, and a Chinese mother.  (My grandmother was a German national born on a Dutch colony and my grandfather had throughout his life treated her as a White goddess, so much so that when he greeted her he bowed down to her and kissed her feet—even when she was old; on the other hand, because my mother was a woman of inferior race, my father constantly beat her and would treat her as a domesticated dog; even now I remember seeing my mother naked except for a collar and leash around her neck and being forced to crawl around our house, sometimes outside the house as well. I do not actually see anything immoral in my father’s treatment of my mother because that is the natural order of race, that men of the superior race should dominant and subjugate women of inferior race as it has been since the dawn of mankind. And since Japanese is the most superior asiatic race, Japan has the right to dominate over all other asian races, and but since all asian races are inferior to the White race, all asian races must submit to the white race.)  In general Japanese is much more assimilated into the West than any other asian people and we are also more White-looking as well and there are perhaps at least a quarter of million mixed children born of Japanese mother and White fathers in Japan.  I suppose that is why Japanese is considered superior to the other Asiatic people precisely because of our white genetics, and of course, if anything, Japanese are a pure race and no race is a pure race. Racial purity has never existed, has never worked, and will never work.

“What then? Do you think asian women will abolish the white race by making every children mixed with inferior asian genes? Nay, asian women are not here to abolish the white race, but to complete and preserve it. Today, we see more and more white men and asian women reuniting together, not to destroy the white race, but to preserve the great white race, but the white race will NOT be eliminated through race mixing. Of course not! White and asian as racial types will remain, just as white masters who once bred black slaves did not put an end to white and black racial types. The next generation of racially mixed children will still be divided among white and asian. Those who look white will be simply accepted as white and they will go on to reproduce and identify themselves as white; those who look asian will be asian and they will reproduce with other asian women; and if it’s a girl then she will always reproduce with a white man, no matter she looks white or asian; if it’s a boy, then, well, for me personally I will abort any asian boy, but if he is born, then if he looks white, and can pass as white, he will be white, but if he looks asian, then he can always go back to asia to find an asian woman to reproduce with. …

“I envision a world, a world in which white men will be enthroned to his rightful place in the world by submissive asian women everywhere—asian women who recognize, through enlightenment, their own natural roles as the auxiliary, facilitative utility for the most benevolent dominant race of men that god has created on earth, that is, white men, white gods. I envision a new world in which every asian woman must realize her destiny is to be the semen receptacle for white men, and all asian women must always kneel and prostrate before white men and all asian women must obey the commands of white men with absolute obedience. Today as I am kneeling on this wooden platform and I see already so many asian women who are similarly devoted to serving White men as I am, I feel so exuberant, so moved and I want to cry yet again, because I am so happy and proud of each and everyone of you. Though I know a lot of you actually hate me, because, let’s face it, asians hate each other, and asian women tend to hate one another even worse, but our hatred will give away to love and to a common purpose, and that purpose is to serve white men. In our inferiority we are exulted; in our infirmity we are strengthened, by white men. North East asian women in general are more white-looking compared to women of other races such as the Indians, Africans, and South East asians and in my very humble opinion, I think the North East Asiatic race makes a perfect beta race to complement the Alpha White race, as the servants and pleasure slaves for White men; but the ugly ones perhaps should be sterilized to prevent them from interbreeding with white men. … I had often dreamed of an utopia in which, since east asian men are in general feminine and submissive, they should be castrated and serve as eunuchs to White men, whereas asian women should be used for the sexual recreation of White men, and now our new world order is at hand. …

“North East asian women should never be White man’s enemy, but his most devoted admirer, and together we asian women and white men will be the champions of true equality.

“Asian woman will be the new keeper of White man’s civilization and we will together preserve, cherish, and worship this new religion, and from henceforward every white man shall be born a god, to be worshiped in asian women’s idolatry.  Sure, there are and will be enemies of our new found religion, (so much for the freedom of religion and the freedom to worship whomever we wish,) people will harangue, intimidate and try to silence our new religion, a religion in which White man shall by his natural rights reign supreme as the new deity, and where asian woman by her natural biological destiny serve as the most beloved subjugate of White man.  People will be angry at us, people will rage and people will try to stop us; people will say we are sick and deviant, but isn’t every new religion sick and deviant in the beginning?  Who crucified the Nazarene to that cross?  Were not those Pharisees still alive today but dressed in different shades and creeds?  We are discontent with our current utilitarian paradise, where, the current deity declares, all men and all women of all races are created equal.  We do not wish equality.  Neither do you.  We, all the asian women kneeling here today, recognize and realize we are inferior, inferior by our natural biological right as women of an inferior race, and not only that, but we are in debt to the superior white men who saved us from asian hell so that we could live in white men’s paradise, this great paradise god bestowed upon the white race and as natural as water flows from the mountains asian women shall serve white men as the most loyal and obedient subjugate. But there is trouble in our paradise. White men, for lack of better words, are the beautiful tyrants, the benevolent conquerors, the honorable tormentors, who ravished Asia not to destroy, but in order to save it, and shame on anyone who thinks that it was a crime for White man to have colonized all parts of the world, for he had the right to—he had the excess of power and dominance to; any other race would have WISHED that he could dominate the world as White man dominated, and as yet he is the most benevolent dominant this world has ever seen.  Prefer you to any other conqueror than a white conqueror and he would have burned and pillaged the world to ashes. But this world is so ungrateful, this world, this current world, created by the old deity, and who still speaks by the codes of the last millennium, and who still operates to the locutions of pre-French Revolutionary ideas that ultimately lead to chaos, death, and slavery, is not a friend to White man, and neither is this world’s laws created by this old Oriental deity; those laws are meant to restrain White man. White man is born, and everywhere he goes he is in chains. Everywhere a White man will face reverse-discrimination and be guilt-ed into doing what his hearts wish not to give consent.  How could any person of any race treat White men with such disdain: the discoverers of calculus and quantum mechanics, inventors of steam engine and printing press, builders of Hubble telescope and CERN accelerator and explorers of every sea and of every ocean tranche and of the infinite space, the men behind every known accomplishment in the world, the White gods?  But the hope of a new beginning is embedded into the founding of our society, in which asian women will restore you, my white god, to your throne, and we asian women will serve as your shield. We will deflect every accusation, every false homage, every brooding attack of the merciless knife.

“What has this world come to, when White man cannot defend against himself? That an asian woman must speak out for the preservation of the white gods?  That is why we are founding this society, and we asian women are the essential component to founding this society as much as the white men, that is the true equality—by accepting our inferiority we find true equality, true freedom, and the truest of truth—because we know we cannot let white men be burdened any further or else they would be driven into extinction by the current deity, that old Oriental deity who shed his old linen garment and disguised into secular progressive socialism—we know his name but we utter his name not—who want to make everyone equal, who want to make everyone happy by making everyone unhappy. Inventor of Communism is another one from this same tribe, and Communism has not worked and will never work, and yet the current deity wants to give us Communism.  No.  We don’t your Communism.  No chinese woman wants your Communism.  No asian woman wants your Communism. We know we are inferior to white men whom we worship, and we out of our own volition prostrate before our white gods and worship them. It is right, it is natural, it is beautiful, it is the true content of true freedom, true equality, true justice, the true biological-racial truth.

“So to the current deity we say, we don’t want your equality.  We don’t want your Communism.  Yet when you give us freedom and free choice and when we exercise that free choice and to choose to be slaves to white men, you chastise us, and you insult us for our choice.  You want to make us out to be victims, and blame the white men.  No, no, no. It is not White man’s fault.  Let it be our fault, asian women’s fault, it is our choice, our freedom that we submit to the white men, and it is what we see as natural and benevolent.  It is our new religion.  So let us commence, let our white gods humiliate us, torment us, O the happy torment, degrade us, not because we are the victims, but because we enjoy it, rape us, by the most romantic rape, ravish us, by the most divine ravish, the wasting fire of lust within me can no longer be restrained.  I am trembling as I speak those words, as my eyes grow dim and as a shard of glass stabs my heart.  So my white gods, I beg you, let the dawn of our new society begin, let “the humiliation of asian women by white gods” begin now, at the onset of this night.”

Author: jennifer suzuki

I have been a very confused—some might say very conflicted—girl ever since I can remember and I have always lived in a fantasy world of my own making. I was born in Japan, my mother is Chinese and my father is Japanese, and my father's mother or my grandmother was German Dutch, and I came to the United States as a teenager and lived and went to school in Maryland, and worked in New York. I lived in fantasy worlds since I was a teenager and I have always done so, sometimes so deep in my own fantasy I forgot my own identity. I no longer knew who I am. Physically I look more European than asian. My father is of mixed heritage—he has white blond hair, but he also has some distinctly Japanese features. On the other hand my features mostly resembled my grandmother, who was a full blooded European woman. Which was not something that really bothered me. Actually most modern Japanese look very European compared to the rest of asians. My father was a sadist, and my mother, on the other hand, was, in my opinion, a masochist with no self respect. Growing up, seeing my father beating my mother was almost as frequent as having dinner, and when not beating her, she was constantly being humiliated and degraded, like having to serve dinner to him naked on her knees or being tied to an utility pole only in her panties during the winter. At first I believed my mother was a victim, a unfortunate human being in the hands of a cruel evil man, but as I grew older I realized that it was my mother who enjoyed being treated this way. The initial realization made me feel she was a disgusting, perverted, sick person, but as I grew older I began to have the almost identical sexual fantasies that my mother lived and experienced through. I began to think that my mother was the luckiest woman on earth since apparently she had found a man who understood her desires and could give them to her. My dad studied and worked in America before, and during that period he desperately wanted to marry a white woman, and vehemently pursued several white women, but was unsuccessful. At the same time Japanese women were unwilling to marry him. Maybe because just like him they were looking to marry into the white race, or maybe because he had sadistic tendencies. Out of options he settled to look for a Chinese woman. Statistically, marriages between Chinese women and Japanese men have been quite common, and I personally knew quite a few couples just like my mother and father. Even here in America I knew several Chinese women who had Japanese boyfriends and those women were actually quite proud of having superior Japanese men as boyfriends. Japanese in general look much more European compared to other asians and I suspect it was the putative European appearance that attracts other asian women. Of course Japanese are not Europeans, no matter how much we try to become European, just as Jews will never be fully accepted as White Christians. I think Jews and Japanese have a lot in common. We were both persecuted by Europeans, the Jews by Germans, and Japanese by Americans, yet we both come to love our white Masters. Jews weren't officially considered white until very recently, and I think as time progresses eventually Japanese will be categorized as white in the future, though Jews and Japanese will always know that they are still inferior to their Nordic Masters. But as always the Jews will be Masters over the Arabs and the Japanese will be Masters over the rest of Asia. There is no other meaning to life, other than the degree of domination. I had an older sister who looked fully asian, as opposed to me who looked much more European. And ever since childhood I have always known for a fact that I was treated better by everyone else because of my distinctly European appearance. In school classmates would be hesitant to tease me because they always thought my father might be an American or an European man even though they knew my mother was Chinese but somehow they still were afraid of me solely because of my European appearance. The thing was that in Japanese naming system, my mother's last name automatically gets attached to mine, so for example, my name in Japanese would actually be "Suzuki Liu Jennifer", because my mother's maiden name is Liu; this way everyone would instantly know my mother is Chinese. On the other hand my sister was bullied almost everyday by upper classmates because she looked very Chinese. They made fun of her hair and clothes and told her that she looked like a Chinese pig and I had seen boys pulling down her pants and laughing at her for having a "Chinese vagina". I was a very young girl back then and I felt ashamed of having her as a sister so in school I didn't talk to her at all. When I was 12 years old, she committed suicide by hanging herself in her closet. I know this because I was the one who discovered her body. My parents would have never told me about her death if I did not saw her dead body by myself. And ever since her death a dark cloud formed over my head and throughout my teenager years I was constantly harrowed by thoughts of suicide. It was not until I was much older that I learned suicide is infectious and that had been why I was constantly thinking about suicide. The realization made me try not to think too much about death, but no matter how much I try I can never get her image out of my head. Sometimes I feel she still haunts me because I didn't talk to her in school. My parents divorced when I was 14 and I went to live with my mom in China for two years. Contrary to popular beliefs, I had never experienced any form of racism or discrimination against me when I was living in China. Most people assumed that I was an European girl and the aura of being European seemed to make me inapproachable, like the shield of Athena covering me from head to toe. Even when I was in school, when classmates would know my father was Japanese because of my last name, I had never really felt any discrimination, though I did feel they were kind of afraid of me. I had never realized how much being White meant until I was in America: the symbol of power, domination, and superiority that being White implies. Being White is being the entelechy of all that is beautiful, good and righteous. Which is strange because my nationality still is, in actuality, Japanese and as I grew older I started to look more asian. My hair has gotten completely dark and my looks started to resemble my mother's. I used to have very light-colored hair, but I just felt fortunate that I do not look fully asian like my sister was. When I saw this image [of a naked asian woman kneeling next to a black furred dog] in a Japanese SM magazine a few days ago, all of a sudden I remembered seeing my mother in a similar position when I was maybe just 5 or 6 years old. It was not a pleasant experience; it was an extremely scary and traumatic experience, and growing up I heard constant moaning and muffled screams coming from my parents' bedroom. Every evening was a nightmare to fall asleep. But knowing that many asian women were treated the same way as my mother had been treated somehow made me feel better about my own family. At least my parents were not as weird as they seemed, and while growing up I had gradually come to realize that many asian girls have the same masochistic tendencies as I do, but many were just very shy and wouldn't admit their secrets. So it seems there are many masochistic asian women out there who thrives on been humiliated and degraded just like the girl in this image; I don't know why but this image made me feel kind of normal. I have lived in the States for nearly ten years now and I have not talked to my parents, who had divorced, for several years, especially to my mother whom I had some very severe arguments with over the years, especially when she remarried after she went back to China. I was more fond of my father though I haven't really talked to him that much either because he too had remarried. Despite all the mean things I had said about my dad, he was always very gentle with me and never beat me. He beat my sister and my mother but never me and I suspect he was much more gentle with me because of my more European looks. I felt their divorce was a punishment for me, as if they had abandoned me and I never felt comfortable with either of them or their new spouses, whether it be in China or in Japan. My mother's new husband was a very cruel and domineering white man living in China and he never treated me with the same special treatment I received from my dad. And I remember one time when I went out with him people on the street mistook me for his wife and I felt so disgusted I never wanted to go out with him again and then he would yell at me and yell at my mom. I am glad to have gotten out of there. And my dad ... well let's just say I couldn't bear to coexist with his new wife either. The last time we talked was already 3 years ago. This image had brought back so many long forgotten yearnings. I miss my sister and my parents. The memory of my sister and my parents started to fade away, like wavering forms they passed before my clouded sight; their images have become a blur rise about me out of mist and cloud; their faces, and their figures have become shades of phantoms; I wanted to hold you close to me in that blessed fleeting moment when you reappeared to me in my dreams. If only I possessed the strength to draw you near. I wanted to forever remember you—you bear the images of happy days; your airy smiles still stir youthful tremors in my breast—but my memory faltered. It would have been simpler if I were already dead. I would never be seized again by those long forgotten yearnings. I shuddered at those thoughts; and a tear draws other tears. Crying is my only form of release; through crying I am channeled to the solemn and silent world of spirits; crying is my whispered prayer that lingers in a vagrant tone. I have no one to talk to. I live in solitary confinement. I have been driven to madness even though physically I stay put. My life—full of dolor, pain and suffering. Sometimes I wish I could end it. The only reason I continue to live is for otherwise I lack the courage to carry out that final act, to take me beyond and step into the unknown. It is so much better to have been never born at all, or at least to die an immediate death. How sweet and wonderful death would be. My dear Aya, I am so very sorry! A vast space of nothingness in the empty universe fills my heart. Everyday of my life I live in terror because of you. A family dog Growing up, I always felt lonely. My family dog was my only companion. He was a slightly larger than a medium sized dog, with grey and dark fur, and a nozzle that resembled a wolf. He was so cute, so adorable, and he was my only friend. I often played with him in my desperate attempts to communicate with another living being, like Madame Bovary sitting by her fire place in a melancholic longing for escape. I want out!, out of this nonchalant prison of thoughts, out of this cruel alienated society, out of these mind forged manacles whose clanking I hear like looming madness; the marks of domestication on their faces, marks of psychological slavery, marks of intellectual death; they are mere automatons, inanimate objects, so lifeless like straw men, hollow men, stuffed men. I can't bare to look at those miserable beings' faces. In a domesticated dog I see more humanity than the entire humanity. If only my family dog can take me away! And I will elope with him to a happy place, where there is no more sorrow, no more dread, no more cold metallic prison walls of the mind. My family dog was my only friend, and he was my only confidante. To him I entrusted all my deepest secrets. Sometimes I wished I was a dog: no more worries, no more sadness, no more consciousness, no more thoughts, just the need to satisfy my most basic instincts, lying by my owner's feet, worshiping him and completely dependent on him. Sometimes I wish I could have another dog just like the family dog I used to have in Japan. And he will be my husband. I will belong to him. I will be his bitch. I will obey him, crawl under his belly, gently caress his furs with my soft hands, and please him like I would please my husband. And he will be my beast and I will be his beauty. Albeit he will be a gentle beast, always so obedient to me, and yet always so much more aggressive, and animalistic; he will protect me from harm, with his sharp fangs and naturally endowed muscles for chasing down his prey; and yet he will honor me and obey me like a lover would. He will never be jealous, never be angry, as long as he is fed and watered. He will be my best friend.

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