She devoted her life to helping the poor blacks of southwest Durban,* but Sister Gertrud Tiefenbacher’s goodness was no amulet against criminals from the communities she served. The “elderly nun [86] was savagely gang-raped and then murdered in her own bedroom at a South African convent, police say.”
Sister … Tiefenbacher was bound and gagged with an electric typewriter cord after bandits broke into the Sacred Heart Missionary in Ixopo. Her body was found Sunday.
It’s business as usual in South Africa.
And here at home, as Jack Kerwick reminds:
Colin Flaherty, the author of the best-seller “White Girl Bleed A lot,” has once again revealed his heroism in his latest, “Don’t Make the Black Kids Angry.”
Not since Ilana Mercer’s “Into the Cannibal’s Pot: Lessons for America from Post-Apartheid South Africa” have we witnessed such steely resolve in reckoning with the great unmentionable evil of black criminality and violence.
“Don’t Make the Black Kids Angry” consists of 511 pages, 944 endnotes, and a super abundance of references to videos meticulously documenting over 1,000 instances of black mob violence spanning just the last few years.
From sea to shining sea, in hundreds of cities both large and small, and in every region of the country, mobs of (mostly young) black people—males and females—have been busy unleashing reigns of terror upon virtually every other conceivable demographic: whites, Hispanics, and Asians; homosexuals; Jews; the elderly; women, small children, even babies; the mentally and physically disabled; bicyclists and hikers; veterans; Sikhs; and students.
The terror knows no boundaries. It takes holidays, but it takes them hostage, for Memorial Day, the Fourth of July, and even Christmas Day have repeatedly been occasions for mass property destruction, brutal beatings, stabbings, and shootings. And beaches, parades, malls, shopping centers, sports stadia, high schools, college campuses, festivals (including Asian festivals), gas stations, parks, and biking trails have been among the locations for these displays of inhumanity.
Of course, we’d be remiss if we didn’t list the police among the victims of black mob violence. It’s always the same: Hundreds of black people set their sights upon the properties and persons of their victims, the thin blue line asserts itself, and the rioters attack the forces of law and order with a range of weaponry: rocks, bricks, bottles, and—get this—even fireworks, i.e. makeshift bombs.
While the terror of Islamic militants is accompanied by cries to Allah, that of the black mobs is accompanied by…laughing.
Lots of laughing. …
READ Jack Kerwick’s column on my WND colleague’s new book.
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* “Into the Cannibal’s Pot” speaks about the very old, dwindling missionary community in that region.
