Professor Zanjai Dinkapu is teaching a course which addresses the idea that feelings of white supremacy have their origin with white people, and therefore should be eradicated by them. 

Young Farrel notices how the main premise is concealed behind phony reasonableness concerning human responsibility, that all white people are responsible for what some white people do. The bigger premise, that anybody should have to live in a multi-racial society, of course, is also false, to both science and history. 

It is perfectly normal to prefer the proximity of racial kinsmen to that of outlanders. It is our evolutionary heritage from thousands of years of fierce tribal completion for food and shelter. In all of history there has never been a multi-racial society that did not self-destruct because of the forced unnatural mixing.

Banker friendly globalist Jews own and control virtually all the news and entertainment media. They have carefully programmed three generations of Caucasians to be guilt ridden self-hating drones, who are now expected to allow invading savages to destroy the European race and culture. Those without ethnicity, it is reasoned, will be far less resistant to one world government with monopolistic financial control. 

EU, NATO, and the UN have long ago openly revealed their complicity with the banker agenda by coercively flooding Europe with legions of racially incompatible outlanders from the East. This is, of course, the Trojan Horse trick all over again. Most of the immigrants are military age men from countries that are allied to the globalists. 

This last situation is particularly heartbreaking to Farrel, all the more, because he isn’t yet aware of the growing resistance to these traitorous organizations from the outside, and among the rank and file within them. 

October 4, 2025

Farrel has read Dinkapu’s long course description and knows that speaking with the professor will bear only rotten fruit. He has brought a small, but powerful, crossbow from California. He became quite a master of this, shooting at targets in his cellar.  

The Professor always stays late, because he doesn’t like to take work home. He also always exits from the same door because there is a nearby snack machine he likes to patronize before his long drive home. 

Ted waits outside among the evergreen trees near the exit. There are no people close by as Dinkapu opens the door. Ted has the crossbow behind his back, steps forward, brings the weapon around to center, and fires the silent poison long dart to the professor’s heart. 

Dinkapu gasps, looks pained, but then very serene as he falls to his death on the slate walkway. Ted feels glad that the poor fellow met his death with such tranquility. Dinkapu was probably not a malicious person of contrived bad intent, just a misguided fool, like so many today. Ted hopes the course will be dropped by the college. 

As Ted drives home, he thinks to himself, 

“The defense of one’s race and of evolutionary destiny requires a man of courage to do things that he would ordinarily not want to do.”