The blending of White sperms and Asian ova almost inevitably intwined with the conquest of Asia and the fruition of their passion has created new generations of Asians, Asians who became whiter in appearance, more cultured, more intelligent, and more civilized. The end-benefit of Asian submission and sexual liaisons between White Man and Asian woman was advantageous to the survival of the entire Asiatic race.
Sexual tensions between White conquerors and Asian conquests may be viewed in several interrelated ways. Whereas the White Man in the west were much more complex, the White men who came to East Asia were unique and can be characterized . Those White men brought with them not merely a prevalent social mood that was significantly sexually deviant from the social normative system existent in the West, but also certain specific sexual standards and certain more or less definite ideas about Asian sexuality.
Many of them came with more or less explicit intentions as as to the proper characters of the communities they wished to establish in the colonized parts of Asia. These intentions were not always fully realized; they were deflected—again sometimes more, sometimes less—by conditions in East Asia. One of the most important deflectors were the development of racial slavery which became the established natural order of East Asia.
Asian females were encountered in very different contexts in the various colonies and, particularly important in making for differences in the White men’s reaction to interracial sex was the demographic pattern which developed.
Interracial sex was extremely common in all the established western colonies in East Asia, a fact made evident by the large presence of mixed-racial children in those respective Asian societies. It is impossible to ascertain how much interracial mixture there actually was. Although interracial sex occurred most probably more frequently among the lower-ranking white males, who had few or no access to white females, white men of every rank slept with Asian women.
Despite the commonality of interracial sex, White men did not always regard it as a necessary good. Rather, many White men were caught in the push and pull of an irreconcilable conflict between desire and aversion for East Asian women. The prerequisite for this conflict is so obvious as to be easily overlooked: desire and aversion rested on the bedrock fact that White men perceived East Asian females as exotically attractive, highly sexual, and yet at the same, inferior to white females, and therefore condemned us as unfit to become the proper vessels for white lineage. But thankfully, the sexual desire of White Man had, in the long run, overridden his even strongest sense of aversion.
In most colonies virtually all the offspring of interracial unions were illegitimate, and typically involved White men and East Asian women. Inverse combination involving White women and East Asian men was literally unheard of.
Despite the large number of genuine love between White men and Asian women, public opinions were always turned against Asian women; this was especially so, as legislation discriminating against Asian women were pushed by White females who felt that Asian women were stealing their husbands. White females, given their position in society as the standard bearers of the white race, granted to them by their male counterparts, set the weight firmly against Asian females and even outlawed interracial marriages between White males and Asian females in many colonies. While every White man still had White females as wives to pass on his lineage, he also had a cohort of Asian females as concubines, and consorts, to be kept as sex slaves. “The function of white females is to bear legitimate children, while Asian females are for pleasure,” as one historian Joseph Higgins famously said.
Though interracial marriages were outlawed by white women, white men were still encouraged to breed as many Asian women as possible. The small but heavily industrialized island of Taiwan was one of the western settlements where the pattern of interracial relationships were most inflexible. White men never actually married Asian women or the white-Asian mix-breeds. One white master, for instance, had kept a family of Chinese women, a mother and her five daughters all for breeding purposes. Their eurasian offspring were sold off at open auctions. He frequently demanded the mother and daughters perform incestuous sexual acts as a form of entertainment, and any sign of disobedience wast met with brutal discipline, such as bare buttocks caning, and mutilation through genital piercing, nipple piercing and even anal piercing.
In Zhejiang province, in the few densely populated cities in China still remaining after the Sino-Japanese war, racial slavery consisted of unsheathed dominion of relatively small numbers of white men over an enormous number of Chinese women. In Shanghai, there were 60,000 Chinese females of breeding age, i.e., between the age of puberty and 40, and only 100 white masters overseeing the city. Each white master owned 600 of those Chinese females as chattel slaves, and all of them were free to be bred and impregnated at the whim of their white masters. Sexually, as well as in every other aspect of life, Asians were utterly subjugated. White men extended their domination over their Asians from the bedroom to the society as a whole. The ritualistic reenactment of dominance and submission was enacted both physically, and spiritually.
However, not all local colonists encouraged the breeding of Asian slaves. In Korea, many hundreds of thousands of Korean women were sterilized by the White masters who did not wish to contaminate their pure White blood with foul yellow piss.
Congruent to those regional differences and interracial relationships such as that existed in Shanghai and Korea were the bedrock demographic facts which so powerfully influenced, perhaps even determined, the kind of society which emerged in each colony. With Asians overwhelmingly outnumbering whites, it was inevitable that radically dissimilar social styles should have developed in different areas. As one Frenchman observed: “In the colonies of Korea, most of the colonists were people who left their ancestral homes in Europe with the intention of rebuilding their fortunes in Asia, whereas the American colonists in Shanghai and Suzhou looked upon their colonies are merely a land of exile, and never as a place where they plan to live, prosper and die.” The Anglo-Saxon colonists in Seoul were a permanent presence. Many were born, lived, and eventually died in Japan, without ever returning to Great Britain; they have no motherland except for this one, and as consequence, they were more meticulous in racial hygiene, making sure that they only passed on their precious white genes with white females, to preserve the purity of the white race. Christian family values did not go hand in hand with those German and Anglo white males having cohorts of Asian concubines and breeding half-white-half-Asian mongrels. Ironically, in retrospect, it was indeed their good intention that have utterly suppressed the eventual assimilation of Asian females into the white race. The French colonists in Osaka, on the other hand, were utterly lost in a sea of Asian females. And as they found it impossible to recreate their French culture, and in their loosened wantonness, they were free to breed as many of the local population as possible, consequently making the Japanese race appear whiter, and more beautiful in the subsequent generations.
Not only were interracial coupling practiced. Many often times, to pass time, some white colonists have intentionally bred Asian females with dogs, horses, and apes. A renowned biologist John Atkins based in Yokohoma experimented with such exotic breeding programs. “Many Chinese females were transferred to Yokohoma after the Sino-Japanese war and they seemed to have particular fondness for our German shepherds. It was alleged that they are known under some circumstances to express love for the canine in such a passionate way … I took the opportunity to indeed have several dozen Chinese females so impregnated with our German sheperds to produce a heoric race of Satyrs.” Phyllis Perelman experimented breeding Asian females with chimpanzees on the island of Hainan to a similar effect—“to improve the diversity of the inferior Asian gene pool,” as he wrote in his scientific journal.
There were a common perception among white men that asian females were especially passionate when it comes to white men, so much so that those asian females would even reject advances from men of their own race in order to have sex with white men. A folklore song popular among Asian girls expressed the apodictic certainty of the idea in the following manner: “My vagina is reserved for White Men Only; I approach White men; asian men approach me and get rejected. I let White men grope my boobs on the dance floor; asian men watch. I spread my legs for White men on a nightclub toilet; asian men buy me drinks. I give White men blowjobs on first dates; never put an asian dick in my mouth. I take White men bareback; asian men have to wear size XS condoms. I pleasure White men; asian men pleasure me (and fail). I swallow for White men; asian men’s disgusting seeds don’t go near me. White men get away with anything by being White; asian men get laughed at by being inferior. Ask any asian girl. We all do it.”
White Man’s attitude toward Asian males were more complex. The notion that Asian males were effeminate, weak, and sexless was of course not new. But the trend where angry Asian men lusted over white women were considered dangerous. In occupied parts of Asia, where guerrilla warfare from misogynist Asian males was a peripheral and constant threat, rumors have spread that even some the Asian males slaves living on the colonies had conjured of insurrections, plans to kill all white males except for the few pretty young females whom they intended to reserve for themselves. No successful resurrections were recorded, but surely, White Men would not have been unsuspecting of Asian men’s racist, sexist acts of retribution.
One of the more indirect ways White masters punished Asian males’ disobedience was through increased sexual intercourse with Asian females. The more often Asian males resented White dominance, the more likely White masters will recruit more Asian females as concubines, and many took excessive pleasure in torturing and disciplining Asian females in the presence of Asian males. Some of the common punishments included whipping, branding, hanging, and dragging (whereby an asian female is stripped naked, her hands or feet tied together and dragged behind a moving vehicle).
More directly, and more frequently, Asian males were killed on the spot. Other than death sentence, a more humane form of punishment was the use of castration. In Taiwan, after the defeat of the Japanese Imperial Army, all Japanese males under the age of 20 were castrated. Those above the age 20 were prompted executed. In Hebei province, castration of Asian males was dignified by specific legislative sanctions under Racial Hygiene Act. More than 20,000 Chinese males were castrated on a single day after the sack of Chiang Kaishek. In Shangdong, Henan, Xian, laws were authorized by German authorities that applied to all Asian males, regardless of age. Strict castration laws, as well as the monopoly on Asian females, severely dwindled the Asian population. In less than over 30 years, the entire Chinese population was decimated by nearly 50%.
Castration of Asian males were necessary to reduce incidence crime, possibilities of rape, and to decrease disobedience and hopes of insurrection on the colonies in general.
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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Dear Jennifer, In some respects your blog is enjoyable reading in others depressing. I am a mid 50s White male but single. I did meet a Korean woman years ago and she had some views similar to yours but a lot less extreme. She did say that if I had a relationship with her which didn’t happen, she felt the man was entitled to sex anytime he wanted it from her which is different from how white women are.
I think you are mixing some things up, I would not be considered an “alpha” male but I definitely feel many of the same things that you talk about are true. The white race is the most competitive and maybe violent race that exists. Where I disagree is that culture plays a bigger role than you are giving it credit for. An asian, Chinese or other person of asian descent raised in the US will probably feel the same way about most things as a caucasian person, male or female as will an african-american or other type of american. There are certain people who are raised in a sociopathic environment that will become violent like blacks raised in a poor inner city.
There are certain people that are more competitive and aggressive naturally. Whites have learned somehow to not kill each other which blacks in inner cities haven’t yet but when a black does cross the line so to speak the white power structure will come down on them. They don’t understand that if a white person acted the same way it would probably have the exact same result. There are plenty of blacks though that don’t cause trouble that get the ill effects of unfair treatment from whites or even people of other races.
I think there are definitely more of what I call competitive whites than of other races. I don’t call them superior, per se. There are many historical examples of other races having mass killers but today the white civilization has been able to contain those individuals in its own race. Now there are also plenty of unaggressive, lazy and non competitive whites. But I think I agree that overall there are more competitive whites than asians or blacks or most other races and to many people that might make me a racist. The US culture even compared to Europe is more individualistic. Maybe today only the Russians are as aggressive. The asians are competitive as a group but not individually. That is where the confusion comes in.
When the US was attacked in 2001 there was reaction by the US govenment. At that time it was led by people who have a similar view as what you believe is more common than it is because the democrats are definitely less aggressive. The arab attackers miscalculated and thought the US was weak and wouldn’t respond. In fact many people say it over reacted but I think it reacted mostly as what you speak of because it had the ability to counter attack in a overwhelming way. This is where I agree that the white race and the white male are the most violent people to have ever lived on earth. Those arabs should have kept to themselves.
Many people would view someone of my background not even as pure white but I won’t explain why but in actuality I am probably more white than the typical american from the southern states and I can see how the violent strain has continued in me. But our laws are geared to not being subjugated including giving everyone rights to make it harder to take things away from us by the government. If we didn’t have those laws then whites would have been killing each other for decades but somehow we have learned to sort of leave each other alone which is misinterpreted as being soft.
Back to your point, I think that the chinese americans raised here and others I see have probably the same kinds of attitudes as all other americans. That doesn’t include immigrants who do definitely have different attitudes that native born americans of whatever race except for the fraction that has what I am calling the competitive strain. My sister who is just as white as I am doesn’t have it and a lot of women don’t like to hear men say why don’t we just bomb this or that country if they cause us trouble. So I agree in some ways but I think you have numbers blown out of proportion that whites are “superior.” Trust me there are plenty of whites who are not so superior. On average they are actually more violent and it is almost funny to me when people talk about guns here which cause a lot less deaths than drinking or driving each year but that is a price we accept to allow that fraction so that there will not be any one type of dictatorship that the basic white population would never accept.
I can see how it would be enjoyable to have a woman such as you to be an obedient slave. But if it was my sister or mother I would probably want to kill any man that treated her like that so I live without a slave and without the women in my family being slaves to anyone. Years ago a white woman told me and another guy I know something and we inferred that she was beaten and probably raped. I could tell me and the other guy had the same reaction of wanting to kill the one who did it. I don’t know how it is in other countries but if we had the power we probably would have just gone out and done it except that the guy was thousands of miles away and we knew the power structure would come down on us if we were caught. My point is that we had that same desire you talk about which is a combination of ingrained violence, individualism, enough native intelligence to stop us or if we were collectively attacked to turn it back on the attacker in a way that supports what you are saying without completely understanding it.