I love going to the mall. You get to walk around and bask in all that soon to be gone whiteness. You get to see all those crackers get uncomfortable as you walk by. Not to mention all those hot white bitches walking around.
See, I believe the Amerikkkan mall is the front line of the racial revolution in this country. You can observe many battles unfold over varying lengths of time at the mall.
Take a snapshot of social interaction at the mall and you will see something beautiful. White families walking around, perusing the various wares on offer. The minute a black man walks by, you will see the husbands/fathers pull their wives and children closer. Their eyes get wide, and they try to nonchalantly watch in awe of the superiority of the black man.
Over the passing of the day, you can see the mall mimic the last hundred years of history in this country. The mall opens and it’s mostly honkies walking around brazenly as if they are in control, not a care in the world. As the sun sets, you can see the racial make up of the patrons getting darker. More blacks flood the stores and as they do, the ofays grow more and more afraid because they are losing control of a place they once moved through peacefully and comfortably.
Over the course of a few years you can see the entire history of Amerikkka play out. The mall opens and it is almost entirely caucasian. The only blacks there are the few that are stepping and fetching for their cracker bosses. All the stores are geared towards selling products to honkies. As the years pass, black people become more prevalent and honkies start to avoid the place. Costume jewelry kiosks and tennis shoe stores start to appear. After ten years, there is nothing but sports apparel stores, knock off name brand fashion stores, and custom tee shirt shops lining the halls. Honkies avoid this place like the plague because they know we have taken the mall over. It is now ours.
Not everything you can see at the mall is positive. The local mall here is in the throes of whiteness, but is darkening. There is frozen yogurt shop where you get in line, and serve yourself before paying. There are sample cups where you can try the different flavors before making your purchase.
A group of black teenagers walked in. They were ready to game the system by eating their fill from sample cups and not paying. One of the teens appeared uncomfortable with this plan, obviously a little snitch. After a heavy dose of peer pressure, they finally convinced her to succumb to her blackness and take what was owed to her. Then these enterprising youths pulled their scam without a hitch. It was nice to see the ofays get shafted by some young, intelligent black kids.
The mall is a great place to see how blacks are exercising their superiority over crackers. We are finally taking what is owed to us. I hope one day we will have all we deserve.