Linh Dinh – Postcards from the End of the American Empire Sept 14, 2021
Canceled in the USA, I’ve emerged triumphant in South Africa. I’m huge here, for real. Everywhere I go, people know my name.
“Mr. Miyagi!”
“Hello, Jackie Chan!”
“Hi, Mr. Lee.”
“Hey, Bruce Lee!”
“Ni hao!”
“Ching ching!” accompanied by a huge smile.
My self worth restored, I strut. As I pass two chunky prostitutes in Bellville, one laughingly says, “Free to Chinese people.” Now, that’s prestige.
Short skirts or tight pants showcase their bulging buttocks and thick thighs, for locals demand lots of cushion for the pushing. The matchstick thin would snap in two. In groups of three, four or five, they display themselves and wait.
Robert Crumb must have been inspired by caricatures of the Hottentot Venus. More recently, we have Kim Kardashian popping a champagne bottle to ejaculate a creamy white stream of bubbly over her head into a glass perched on her huge rump.
Treated like a freak in Europe, pinched and poked at, Sarah Bartmann has become a symbol of her people’s dehumanized treatment. At age 25 or 26, Bartmann died in Paris in 1815. Eighty-seven years later, she was finally returned to the Eastern Cape to be buried. In Cape Town, there’s the Saartjie Baartman Centre for Women and Children, and the main hall at the University of Cape Town is named after her.
As inscribed on Bartmann’s grave, “The site has spiritual, cultural, social and historical significance. The treatment of Sarah Bartmann during her life and after her death speaks of suffering, dispossession, sadness and loss of dignity, culture, community, language and life. It is a symptom of the inhumanity of people.”
Although man’s inhumanity is a constant, and you can’t indict it enough, Bartmann was actually complicit in her own degradation.
It was certainly not black and white, for many Europeans didn’t find her show too amusing. Here’s an account from one disturbed contemporary:
She was extremely ill, and the man insisted on her dancing, this being one of the tricks which she is forced to display. The poor creature pointed to her throat and to her knees as if she felt pain in both, pleading with tears that he would not force her compliance. He declared that she was sulky, produced a long piece of bamboo, and shook it at her: she saw it, knew its power, and, though ill, delayed no longer. While she was playing on a rude kind of guitar, a gentleman in the room chanced to laugh: the unhappy woman, ignorant of the cause, imagined herself the object of it, and as though the slightest addition and as though the slightest addition to the woes of sickness, servitude, and involuntary banishment from her native land was more than she could bear, her broken spirit was aroused for a moment, and she endeavored to strike him with the musical instrument which she held: but the sight of the long bamboo, the knowledge of its pain, and the fear of incurring it again, calmed her. The master declared that she was as wild as a beast, and the spectators agreed with him, forgetting that the language of ridicule is the same, and understood alike, in all countries, and that not one of them could bear to be the object of derision without an attempt to revenge the insult.
Many similar responses led the white-run African Institution to take her impresario, a colored man, to court, but Bartmann refused to be freed from him and return to Africa (at the African Institution’s expense).
In his Early African Entertainments Abroad, Bernth Linfords sums up Bartmann’s situation:
She had agreed to allow herself to be exhibited indecently to the European public, and she persisted in this tawdry occupation for more than five years, stopping only when her health finally broke down. She may have been the victim of the cruelest kind of predatory ruthlessness, but her collusion in her own victimization seems clear. She wanted the show to go on and the profits to keep rolling in. She wanted to capitalize on Western curiosity.
One can argue that her poverty and illiteracy allowed her to be used, but that’s too patronizing, for it implies she was incapable of making life choices. Many say the same of prostitutes, and yes, Bartmann was likely one also.
In any case, Bartmann didn’t consent to having her body cast displayed at the Musée de l’Homme in Paris for a century and a half. In 1982, this stiff and naked “African” was finally removed from the bemused, disgusted or scandalized gazes of clothed visitors.
Confronted with a foreign body, we’re naturally curious, so we gaze, flirt, fuck or even kill, with the last two not all that rare throughout history. Since I’m in Africa, let’s talk about Africa. Am I in Africa?
I’m pretty sure I’m in Africa, although with the internet, the Nescafe Coffee I’m drinking with condensed milk (Vietnamese style) and the Seattle Seahawks highlights I checked out this morning, I could be almost anywhere. For lunch, though, I will have a bototie pie, yum yum, so I’m really in Africa! South Africa.
A pioneering European explorer of the African interior, the Scottish Mungo Park got a very raw deal, indeed, but he too, courted his own doom.
Looking for the source of the Niger, Park went to Africa twice. After all the misfortunes, hardship and near-death experiences Park encountered on his first trip, in 1795-97, most people would have stayed the hell away from the Dark Continent, but Park couldn’t stand being happily married back home, so he had to return.
On both trips, blacks actually treated Park rather well, and sometimes even profoundly so.
Traveling with a caravan of slaves about to be sold (by their black master), Park was even looked after by these wretched men and women. Unlike Park, they had to carry huge burdens on their heads, with one woman, exhausted, beaten then stung by bees, left behind to die. Park:
During a wearisome peregrination of more than five hundred British miles, exposed to the burning rays of a tropical sun, these poor slaves, amidst their own infinitely greater sufferings, would commiserate mine; and frequently of their own accord bring water to quench my thirst, and at night collect branches and leaves to prepare me a bed in the Wilderness.
It’s certainly not anything like the Hollywood or cartoony image of a lone white being cooked in a pot by black savages, but that’s why travelers’ accounts are valuable. If truthful, they add to our understanding with nuanced or surprising depictions.
During another leg of Park’s first trip, he entered the native village (in present-day Gambia) of someone in his caravan:
When we arrived at the blacksmith’s place of residence we dismounted and fired our muskets. The meeting between him and his relations was very tender; for these rude children of nature, free from restraint, display their emotions in the strongest and most expressive manner. Amidst these transports, the blacksmith’s aged mother was led forth, leaning upon a staff. Every one made way for her; and she stretched out her hand to bid her son welcome. Being totally blind, she stroked his hands, arms, and face, with great care, and seemed highly delighted that her latter days were blessed by his return, and that her ears once more heard the music of his voice. From this interview I was fully convinced, that whatever difference there is between the Negro and European, in the conformation of the nose and the colour of the skin, there is none in the genuine sympathies and characteristic feelings of our common nature.
As said, Park had many horrible encounters, with most of them at the hands of the Moors, which by Park’s time meant North African Arabs.
In 1796, Park was a captive of a Moorish chief, Ali, for four months. Constantly starving and thirsty, he also had to display himself nonstop. Like the Hottentot Venus just 14 years later, Park was a freak:
The surrounding attendants, and especially the ladies, were abundantly more inquisitive: they asked a thousand questions, inspected every part of my apparel, searched my pockets, and obliged me to unbutton my waistcoat, and display the whiteness of my skin: they even counted my toes and fingers, as if they doubted whether I was in truth a human being.
[…]
I was no sooner seated in this my new habitation, than the Moors assembled in crowds to behold me; but I found it rather a troublesome levee, for I was obliged to take off one of my stockings, and show them my foot, and even to take off my jacket and waistcoat, to show them how my clothes were put on and off: they were much delighted with the curious contrivance of buttons. All this was to be repeated to every succeeding visitor; for such as had already seen these wonders insisted on their friends seeing the same; and in this manner I was employed, dressing and undressing, buttoning and unbuttoning, from noon to night.
Tired of this pale spectacle, the Moors met to decide Park’s fate. Benevolently sparing his life, they decided only to gouge out his eyes, for they resembled a cat’s. This operation would have to wait, however, until an absent Queen Fatima could inspect this queer creature. Luckily for Park, his blinding never happened.
No two travelers experience the same country, even if they’re walking side by side, down the same streets, and this is fine. The only worthless portraits are by those who have never seen it.
Take Apocalypse Now. Though it was filmed in the Philippines by a director who had never been to Vietnam, during war or peace, Francis Ford Coppola had the hubris to proclaim, “My film is not about Vietnam. It is Vietnam. It’s what it was really like.”
Although many believe this preposterous statement, none of them are Vietnamese, I can assure you. Many can’t help but chuckle, still, at the flick’s most quoted line, “I love the smell of Napalm in the morning.” Americans are often amused by their own sadism.
During my five weeks in South Africa, I’ve written three articles about it, and after each one, there are peculiar misreadings that are very revealing.
One reader comments, “Lihn has a way with words, in that bar with the three negroes, I could smell the sweat, urine and negro funk and he didn’t even mention them.” Although I cite no unpleasant smells in Boum Boum Africa, this white man promptly infuses it with his own stinking cocktail, because he knows, you know, negroes.
Another white man, “Not sure what to make of this article. Is it supposed to be wonderful that the formerly White created and controlled country of S. Africa is now a multicultural hell hole, full of dysfunction and violence? Is it wonderful you have all kinds of different things to eat, but you are living in a war zone, with the existential threat of white annihilation ever imminent? The cheery nonchalant attitude of this non white interloper makes me cringe. He can leave anytime he wants. The Whites unfortunately may not be able to. I never celebrate places where white genocide is occurring. It is sickening.”
The article in question is called, “Heavenly, Hellish Cape Town,” so it’s clear I’m acknowledging South Africa’s negative aspects. In it, I mention the recent rape and murder of a 93-year-old Captonian, and a local mother who’s on trial for allowing the rape and torture of her 2-year-old girl, but there’s much more to Cape Town, obviously.
In this metropolis of four million, there are neighborhoods of million dollar homes, with world-class restaurants that are filled mostly with whites, and served by blacks. I’ve pointed out that most South African Jews have stayed, despite Israel welcoming them. “So clearly,” I said, “they’re not too nervous about their future or money here.” The South African real estate market is dominated by Jews, who sell to other Jews, so until they jump ship en masse, it’s not sinking quite yet. Before spending time here, I didn’t know any of this, and that’s why everyone should travel.
Despite all its problems, South Africa attracts lots of immigrants, especially from other parts of Africa. I’ve met people from Burundi, Malawi, Nigeria, Congo, Ethiopia and Mozambique.
The guy I exchange money from is an Ethiopian of about 40 who has been here for 27 years, “If someone gives me a million dollars to go to America, I’ll tell him to keep it. I’m not going anywhere. I love it here.”
On my first day here, I met a Chinese who had returned to Cape Town after eight years in Australia.
“When I was in school in China, most other kids studied sciences, they wanted to become engineers, but a teacher told me to focus on English. If you become good at English, you’ll get many opportunities, and he was right. I listened to him.”
This man’s first job overseas was in Abu Dhabi, where he worked for a Chinese furniture company. “It was a different world. I saw all these nice houses, nice cars, nice SUVs. I realized us Chinese were living like pigs!” he laughed.
In Abu Dhabi, he read stories about Nelson Mandela, so became aware of South Africa. After Abu Dhabi, he returned to China, where he almost got married, but his itch to go back overseas prevented this. He no longer wanted to live in China.
In Cape Town on a tourist visa, he learned from other Chinese, at the casino where they frequented, that if you applied for political asylum, you could legally linger. Post-Apartheid, the South African bureaucracy has become preposterously slow. With extra time, he managed to meet a South African-born Chinese and they got married.
Brits, Germans, Arabs and Chinese are also buying splendid houses here, so people are moving in. Whether they’re foolish for doing so, time will tell. If I had a million bucks, though, I would buy a home in Cape Town and not Philadelphia, where I spent three decades. In fact, I wouldn’t accept a free home anywhere in the quickly disintegrating and psychotically angry USA, not that there’s anything waiting for me there.
A lovely comment, “I have wondered how a Southeast Asian junk picker, the last job I remember him mentioning working, can afford to bebop around the world spewing his Asian hive mind twaddle.
“It is a shame the little ingrate was ever allowed to step foot on US soil. A shame the South China Sea pirates didn’t get him.”
You see, these stay-at-home white Americans are enraged that I have anything positive to say about South Africa. To them, it has to be a black created hell where all whites are being raped, killed or being driven out. They’re also outraged that I have anything nice to say about any black, who are all supposed to be stinking criminals.
They’re disgusted at my description of a taxi van “that’s redolent of body oils and arm pits,” and my conclusion that “we’re all the same, dude, and heading in the same direction, until you get off, that is, so hallelujah!” Last I checked, my armpits, and much else, which I won’t go into, could outstink that of any man, woman or animal on earth.
Let’s end on a positive note. Until someone proves otherwise, he is your brother. Walking down Kloof the other day, a black woman said to me, “Have a beautiful day!”
Not used to such civility, or beauty, for that matter, I ignored her.
“I guess he didn’t hear me,” she muttered as she kept walking.
“Oh I’m sorry,” I turned around. “What did you say?”
“I said, ‘Have a beautiful day!’”
“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. You too!”
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You have the open mind, curiosity and personality required to be a successful traveller Linh. I rarely fail to be entertained by the tales of your experiences, even when I occasionally disagree with your views. You remind me of the English vlogger ‘Daily Bald’ with his adventures in foreign lands. I am not surprised that many Americans are a bit put out by some of your comments though. I was surprised when I first went to the US at how insular the average American was and how ignorant of the wider world they were, despite the overwhelming and often deadly influence of their government in so many places. It’s ironic that the US, and other English speaking countries have now become pretty unpleasant places to live in or even visit. Keep the news coming!
“Until someone proves otherwise, he is your brother.”
What a fine and noble way to end it!
Reminds some of us of the promise of other eras and other ages, where people became thick, then sullen, then angry, then extinct, For helping the world avoid such a fate I salute Linh Dinh.
I wonder if some of the racist comments Linh receives at the popular alternative media Unz.com are not actually from White racists but actually from silly Israeli government hasbara employees and Sayanim masquerading as racist Whites to create the impression Unz.com has a White racist audience. Israelis and Sayanim do this prank at websites courageous enough to publish articles critical of Israel and Jewish power.
Unz.com provides articles critical of Jewish power and of Israel, including Israel did 911 articles.
Thanks to Unz.com more Americans realize Israel did 911 and Israel along with elite Jews living in the USA controls our government. Ron Unz has Jewish heritage.
This story illustrates very well why our collective ingnorance leads us to be in the predicament we find ourselves today.
It also shows why practically no one understands really well the principle of “divide and conquer”, besides those who employ it to run our axxes into the ground…
A delightful article!
what you think of any workman ?
black, white or coloured ? I know
as former white workman that i was
a prostitute . not sexual but spiritual .
i had to sell my live to the lowest
bidding employer to make a living .
we are all slaves + prostitutes working
for others . and now some understand
that they livelong were slaves already
over taxation to the rothschild jews .
and it will become worst with covidvax,
NWO+WEF. i am glad when i am dead
and my soul finaly is free . humans
want to be free ! free from any powers
dictating + enslaving them. free from
dictators,priests,mullahs, rabbis, kings,
bosses, state, politicans, mafiagroups
like freemasons, judaism or any other
mafia !
Who hasn’t been misunderstood? Who hasn’t been gratuitously insulted? Who hasn’t been accused of being someone who they’re not?
The wall of anonymity that the internet furnishes for those who, otherwise, wouldn’t dare their granny’s temper, isn’t a cause for retreat.
For one so well travelled; so enthusiastic for new frontiers and fresh encounters, it seems improbable to me that Linh Dinh has allowed a few spears, thrown his way by Unz Review natives, to rattle him so badly. However, he’s a free man and is entitled to pursue his own penury.
It’s the Tao of Pique. A path obstacled by wounded ego, that’s impossible to negotiate wearing inappropriately soft-soled slippers.
Those unaccustomed to the grappling of willfully wicked ivy; to the spike of blackthorn and trip of bundled brome, should know that you have no choice but to hurdle gorse. Vainglorious self-esteem will only make for a greater impasse, upon this spikey route of promises we’ve chosen.
Well, Rhodesia was a nice country too, and now you have the shitehole called Zimbabwe. South Africa used to be a nice country, I had friends who worked there decades ago, now it has been turned into a shitehole too. Where us white folk go, we build civilization and nice places to live. Then us white folk get kicked out as in Rhodesia and S.A. and things go to hell. Happens all over, same results every time. Watch the once great USA, same is happening there. Too many stupid whites now turning woke. They will get what they deserve, unfortunately though, they are creating a shitehole there that everyone else will have to live in too.
Unz is a Jew and Jews have an agenda of destroying the white race. Nobody should be surprised about anything Ron Unz says.
https://strangerinajewishworld.blogspot.com/2021/07/jews-cannot-be-trusted-not-to-be.html
https://strangerinajewishworld.blogspot.com/2021/09/destroying-white-race-is-part-of-jewish.html
Linh, I salute you, my brother. Bravo! Keep up the brilliant work you continue to do in the wondrous awe of raw adventure and the true spirit of Humanity. There will always be detractors (you already know that). Keep your spirits up and your head held high on your valiant and marvelous peregrinations.
Ilegitimi non carborundum. Onward!
Fwiw: now in my seventies, I, too, am a “foreigner®”—born in Ceylon (now Sri Lanka), educated in the UK, domiciled in the US for some 50 years. A retired commercial pilot, I, too have been rather an incorrigible itinerant (albeit I was blessed in that I didn’t have to do it on a shoestring budget). That being said, I wish I’d had the balls to have done things your way. But I did hitchhike across the US—eight bucks in hand—when I first arrived in NYC in ’72 (my pocket was promptly picked within two days of arrival). That glorious trip, which deposited me in Marina Del Rey, CA, and took over a month, caused me to meet some of the most beautiful people whose kindness, hospitality and generosity truly nourished my life (a few remain friends to this day—one, a retired maritime skipper, is actually my closest and best friend). Following six months working on luxury yachts as an engineer, I purchased a Jeep and drove up to Alaska, where I remained for the next 15 years. That whole experience is indelibly etched as one of my most precious memories. I want you to know that your brilliant narratives continue to inspire and entertain this old codger now blissfully basking in his hickory rocking chair in the backwoods of North Carolina.
Keep up the great work, mate. Be safe. Be well. (And I hope you’re not forced to take that infernal Clotshot.)
I like enjoy reading the Unz Review, it has many interesting and intelligent articles on a great variety of topics.
Ron Unz’s series of ‘American Pravda’ articles are fascinating reads, especially those on WWII and the Holocaust, and I’d recommend them to anyone.
I gave the comments under his past article a quick scan and I don’t think Linh received all that many negative responses, really.
Given the number of white farmers slaughtered by blacks in South Africa in recent years, there is NOTHING good to be said or written about South Africa. NOTHING! As with Israel, SA should be wiped from the planet.
These angry people just want to be negative about anything and every thing even though they have never been there to SA I’m a white man who lived in SA for 40 odd years I love the place its not the people who made SA what it is now, its the people who’s name we can’t mention who intentionally mess it up cos they hate every one check yourself angry people cos its just you thats angry we people of different races don’t have a problem with each other its you who’s the problem
I lived + traveled in southamerica
with latinos, mulatos, negros with
no problems atall . friendly, modest +
happy salsa dancers because they have
spanish/european culture + moral as
christians . they are civilized + out
of some small thieving they have not
the violent nature of USA or SAcriminals.
what USA +SA now experiences the
jews have created and whant it in
all white nations : DECOMPOSITION +
DISTRUCTION !
Commenters still saying “racist” because of the Commie indoctrination, which teaches Equality and an idea that racial discrimination is a new and bizarre cult.
Remember the simian hominids (Negroids-Mongoloids) & their various mongrel byproducts (Semites/Latinos etc) are all essentially parasites appropriating Caucasian technology & culture. Without the Aryan they’d all still be living in their aboriginal retarded neolithic societies…
I’ll still miss your UnzReview posts from Albania, Linh Dinh! (And yes, Unz comments can be racist at time…AmRen is even worse!)
Hi all,
I appreciate all the encouraging comments. Thank you.
I’ve worked out my differences with Unz Review. Ron explains he has no objection to me moderating comments after my articles. I would have to be trained, however, in WordPress, a process complicated by my being overseas. Plus, I’d have to log in ten times a day to go through comments. Several Unz writers have tried to do this, only to give up because it’s such a time-consuming pain the ass. A better solution, Ron suggests, is for me to tell him which raging trolls to ban.
There is a man who keeps insisting I make everything up, that I wasn’t in Albania months ago, and I’m not in South Africa now. In one post, he suggested I was a homeless man in San Francisco. That’s not commenting. It’s insanity.
I have agreed to Ron’s new arrangement. I’ve also asked Ron to attach a note that commenters who are not discussing the article, but are only indulging in ad hominem attacks, will not be tolerated.
Ron is a bit upset, however, that I aired my beef against UR. He thinks I provoked or taunted my detractors with my title, “No Country for White Pussies.”
I told Ron, “The problem with these racists is that they can’t read. My article actually praises the white South Africans who are here. They’re tough as hell. They’re not pussies!
“I have not received one negative response from any South African, only from deranged white American racists.
“As a writer and editor, you have an unmatched tolerance for insults. It’s your temperament. The vulgarity and nastiness at Unz, though, often shock people. Yes, I use raw language at times, but I do not write out of malice, but often with humor. Granted, the commenters aren’t writers, so they must be cruder, but it’s the ugliness of their minds and hearts that is appalling, and sad.
“It’s safe to say that every writer at Unz is overworking himself out of an idealism, and obviously, especially you. I just got so frustrated at being repeatedly attacked by the people I’ve often defended. I mean, my last book [Postcards from the End of America] was mostly about the plight of poor whites, or the so called “deplorables.”
“Almost no other writer even bothers to go near them.”
Jewish social engineers must be ecstatic that angry whites are even raging against those who are sympathetic towards their plight.
Speaking of poor whites, they’re much more vulnerable in South Africa than the better off, obviously, but that’s true anywhere. Among the many homeless here, there are enough whites, and they’re all lumped together with the homeless blacks and colored. I often see the homeless of whatever color digging through trash cans for food.
That said, Cape Town’s homeless problem is not as bad as that of San Francisco and Los Angeles.
The recent riotings in South Africa took place in Durban, on the other side of the country, in Zulu dominated area. In the Eastern, Western and Northern Capes, colored are dominant, and Cape Town is South Africa’s best run and most attractive city.
The Democratic Alliance’s slogan is, “Cape Town Works. We Can Do More.” There is also a Capexit party, the Cape Indenpendence Party. Secession won’t happen any time soon, however, because it’s still seen as too much of a white initiative, and whites don’t have the number to make it happen. If they could find a charismatic colored to lead (or at least front!) it, the sentiment will grow.
I told a colored man here about Montenegro. Despite having only 620,000 people and almost no land, it is doing fine. Unlike South Africa, Montenegro is racially coherent, however.
A white South African told me, “Rationally they should have done that before 1992.
“There are so many difficulties now. Even if it could be done without massive violence and rebellion, only select secessionits are recognized by the West, based on ruling class interests – Kosovo yes, Somaliland no, Golan Heights yes, Crimea no etc
“Then the Afrikaners in the rest of SA would have to give up everything, including 200 year old roots. It’s like telling Ohians and Kentuckyans to go back to the 13 states. It is probably the best long-term option for whites and Coloureds and Indians, but it is a big ask, while the status quo is still survivable.”
So there you go, the status quo is still survivable.
@ LINH DINH
dont worry about the negative people.
its mostly their envy. and that you got
very few responses about the USA
poor white deplorables the reason is :
all the american folk are trained to be
aWINNER by media + hollywood .
its an american spiritual sickness
created by jews + christfanatics.
and this is also the perpetual drive
of USmilitary + CIAto create every
where wars. so also the americans
forget their socialistic writers like
Jack london or Upton Sinclair they
seem ashamed of them . so dont worry !
@ Brian, I’ve often wondered the same thing… methink, mayhap, they doth protest too much?
“They’re disgusted at my description of a taxi van “that’s redolent of body oils and arm pits,” and my conclusion that “we’re all the same, dude, and heading in the same direction, until you get off, that is, so hallelujah!” Last I checked, my armpits, and much else, which I won’t go into, could outstink that of any man, woman or animal on earth.”
Every body has an asshole. They are all pink on the inside.
I create my world. I’m the asshole.
Now, I’m not the only asshole, but I am the only one I can do anything about.
For me, that’s my main focus at this point in my life.
I clapped for Tinker Bell, too, once or thrice long ago. In retrospect, a curious note: “…A woman was first cast as [Peter] Pan in 1904. Since then, actresses like Mary Martin, Sandy Duncan and Cathy Rigby have famously played the role….”
Here’s applause for thee, too, Linh Dinh!
Interesting account, as usual. You must excuse the average American boob, if even university matriculation. You see, having been blessed with enforceable unalienable rights, the posers that be have had to work overtime keeping them dumbed down, butt-ignorant, and stupified.
You might look into what America’s greatest White journalist and political thinker, Henry Louis Mencken, had to say about most of our country folk, whom he labeled the “booboise. I recently found most of Mencken’s written output at Z-Library dot com.
In any language, putting an adjective to a noun causes an ambiguity. The Americans thought “White Pussies” meant “Whites, who are pussies” but it meant “those Whites who happen to be pussies”. It is dangerous for literate people to be talking to the easily triggered people.
You have to filter out the ambiguities in advance unless the reader is literate too.
A juvenile rabbit is correctly called a kitten, not a “bunny.”
The origin of the word “pussy” as a cognate for a vagina has nothing to do with cats. It’s often presumed that because a cat and a vagina are both lovely, soft and fluffy that this must be the meaning of the term “pussy.” In fact, it’s a reference to a rabbit’s nose, which is triangular and splits right down the middle when the long-eared leporidae breathes.
LINH DINH: Like your essays & writings.When you were in Albania, should have mentioned Enver Hoxha……his solution to THE Fortune 100 LUFTMENSCH &THE Insolent “Woke” Federal Bureaucrats in the JEW-S-A earning 100’s of thousands or millions a years would have done wonders for the entire WORLD….HURRAH for the Enver Hoxha plan!