We have absolutely no interest in touching any part of the bodies of any non-whites whatsoever, including their hair. Gypsies are like that — even though they don’t practice very good hygiene, they consider non-gypsies bodies unclean.
Below is an Alternet article about a black complaining about white people wanting to touch his hair. That’s a very reasonable complaint, and for once I agree with Alternet. I can say, anyone from our community who felt the need to touch the hair of a non-white would be ostracized severely. If you are a medical professional, you are given dispensation; otherwise, we are like gypsies as far as that goes.
In dealing with non-whites, I am polite, laconic (few words) and blunt without coming off as unfriendly. I never accept any favors, offers or invitations except payment for services and tips. If someone is doing something I don’t like, I say it.
We need to teach this code of behavior to our fellow Whites. They should have enough White community to fall back on, that they do not aspire to a “ghetto pass” or “the right to say nigga in front of my black friends.”
What an irony. I have no desire to have rapport with non-whites, except to the degree necessary to avoid trouble and have smooth business transactions. Ergo, I get said rapport very easily. They much prefer dealing with a WN than with a whigger, and many non-whites volunteer to me that whiggers make them uncomfortable.
Non-whites want us to act White as a social role. They want it and expect it from us, despite everything that liberals say. When we act according to our role, it makes people comfortable. Whiggers go against the role. Being a whigger is like being gay — it forces people to deal with something unexpected and not necessarily comfortable.
Whites who want to “pet” Afro hair are undignified and unclean. They are role breakers and candidates for genetic annihilation.
We are the people who keep the trains running on time. When we act like that, everyone is at ease.
In the summer of 2008 I cut off all my chemically straightened hair. No one warned me that my transition to a natural mini-fro meant I’d be flipping on a neon sign that would flash across my forehead, inviting curious white people to have a cultural experience with my hair but without my consent. Since then, I’ve been called everything from a snob to a black bitch for saying “no” to people who’ve asked to touch my hair.
Sometimes they don’t ask. They just snatch and grab — and then act shocked and angry when I don’t respond positively.