March 23, 2018
The woman above is Angie Thomas, a 30-year-old negress from Jackson, Mississippi.
Angie belongs to a race that possesses an average IQ of 85, pronounces “ask” as “ax,” and never invented a written language.
The man above is George Soros, an 87-year-old Christ-killer from Budapest, Hungary.
George belongs to a race that brought black slaves to America, campaigned for their emancipation, and weaponized them against white people through mass propaganda.
Recently, that negress released a book influenced by that Christ-killer’s Black Lives Matter movement.
Anyone want to guess how that went down with the critics?
A debut novel inspired by the Black Lives Matter movement has been named the overall winner of this year’s Waterstones Children’s Book Prize.
Angie Thomas won the £5,000 award for The Hate U Give, about a teenage girl who witnesses the police shooting of her unarmed best friend.
The book takes its title from rapper Tupac Shakur, who used the phrase to generate the acronym THUG.
A film version starring Anthony Mackie and rapper Common is now in production.
Originally written as a short story, The Hate U Give was inspired by a real-life police shooting in 2009.
Becky Albertalli wrote the book on which the pro-faggot film Love, Simon was based. This fact convinced even the most ardent libertarians to finally admit that we should have never taught women to read or write.
“I want to help people understand why we say black lives matter,” Thomas told BBC Breakfast last year.
“The Hate U Give should have a readership far beyond a core audience of young adults,” said James Daunt, Waterstones’ managing director.
“Ours is a children’s prize, but there is no upper age limit to being stunned by beautiful writing of this visceral power.”
The Hate U Give beat two other category winners to this year’s prize, presented on Thursday by Children’s Laureate Lauren Child at a ceremony in London.
“Beautiful writing,” you say?
Forgive me, Mr. Daunt, but I’m not convinced. Perhaps I’m a bit old fashioned, but the “U” in the title of the book, it just… I dunno… doesn’t seem all that Shakespearean.
Determined to prove my bigotry correct, I googled “The Hate U Give” and managed to find the first three chapters online. Here are the book’s opening paragraphs:
I shouldn’t have come to this party.
I’m not even sure I belong at this party. That’s not on some bougie shit, either. There are just some places where it’s not enough to be me. Neither version of me. Big D’s spring break party is one of those places.
I squeeze through sweaty bodies and follow Kenya, her curls bouncing past her shoulders. A haze lingers over the room, smelling like weed, and music rattles the floor. Some rapper calls out for everybody to Nae-Nae, followed by a bunch of “Heys” as people launch into their own versions. Kenya holds up her cup and dances her way through the crowd. Between the headache from the loud-ass music and the nausea from the weed odor, I’ll be amazed if I cross the room without spilling my drink.
A-ha! I knew it!
As niggerish as a fried watermelon!
Seriously, though, there’s nothing to laugh about here. This book just won a children’s book prize. White children are being pushed to read this semi-illiterate nonsense at the encouragement of people who are too cowardly to call it out for what it is.
… Just as film critics were too cowardly to call out Black Panther for what that was.
It really is difficult to find non-pozzed children’s literature these days, even among white authors. Deep Roots at Home claims to screen books for wholesomeness, so that site might be worth visiting if you have kids.
But as a general rule, I would stick to books published before the 1960s. If it was written at a time when people like Angie Thomas weren’t allowed to sit at the front of buses, it’s probably good to go.