You know what’s great about this time of year? Every morning we get to see all the happy, smiling children on their way to another day of school. Yeah, right. When I was a kid, except for Christmas and Spring vacations, I didn’t do much smiling until June.
Of course it wasn’t all bad. For one thing, I never had any homework. Okay, I did have homework. I just never did it. I’d come home from school, throw my books on my desk chair and that was the end of my homework. Fortunately, my mother was not the kind who wanted to see my finished homework. It usually went like this:
Mom: Did you do your homework?
Me: Yes, ma’am.
Mom: When?
Me: On the way home (I took the school bus).
She was like, good, he did it, now back to the housework, and she did a ton of it every day.
Now it’s the next day. I knew I hadn’t dome my homework, but the savior was Ronald. He always did his homework, and we’d be waiting for him every morning. “Hey, Ronald! Come here. What’s the answers to this.” And we’d write down the answers. Thirty kids in the class, and 22 papers came back with Ronald’s name on it. Not literally, but the teacher knew Ronald’s work from everyone else’s.
After awhile, the teacher made me stay after class one day. I told him I have to catch the bus, but he said it would only take a minute.
Teacher: Daniel, it’s really a shame what you’re doing. You’re not doing your homework and you slide by in class doing bare minimum. So we’ve decided to put you in the slow class.
For a minute I was upset, then I realized it would be great. I watched those kids, and the school was always taking them places like the zoo, museums, France, and the like. They never seemed to do any work, so I thought it was great. But there was one part that I wasn’t so crazy about.
Teacher: You’ll take this note home and give it to your father and he’ll come in to school tomorrow and we’ll explain to him why you’re being put in the slow class.
Me: Um, ah, my father, um, don’t particularly care.
Teacher: Bring your father in.
Me: Well, you see, if I do that he’ll have to miss work and he’ll be real mad. In fact, he might be so mad that he’ll beat you up for making him miss work.
Teacher: You will bring your father in, right?
Me: Okay.
So I went home and waited for my dad to come home from work. When he did, he did his usual things. He went to the bathroom and sat down to watch TV until dinner was ready. I went up to him and handed him the note.
Dad: What the hell is this?
My father didn’t start out with, Oh my son, are you having a problem? Oh no. It’s, What the hell is this all about?
Me: I really don’t know, dad. You see, I was in class reading, and the teacher called me a name, and he called you one too. He said, “And that goes for your father too!”
Dad: What time am I supposed to be there?
Me: Well, he said if you didn’t want to come you should just write a note saying so.
Dad: Oh, I’m coming to school alright. No one calls my son a name. I’ll kill that guy tomorrow!
Now I’ve done it. How was I going to get out of this one? First thing I did was pray. Then I made out my will cause I knew everything was going to come to a head tomorrow.
Anyway, we arrived at school before class. My dad goes in there ready to kick some butt, but he did say he was going to give the teacher a chance to explain himself first.
Teacher: Mr. Schneider, I’m sorry to have to keep you from your job, but this is an important matter. We’re putting Daniel in the slow class because he simply will not work. We’ve asked him to do homework and he will not do it. In class he does barely enough to squeak by. He has a chance to become something very fine like a doctor or a lawyer, and he’s completely wasting his time and ours. We realize that you work hard to put food in his mouth and clothes on his back and…”
BAM! I got five across the eyes from my father!
Dad: You said this man called you a name. This is a nice man!
Me: But dad!
Dad: Don’t you call me a liar!
BAM again!
Teacher: Mr. Schneider you’re killing your son.
Dad: Damn right! I brought him into this world and I’ll take him out! I’m taking him home now. You probably won’t have him in school tomorrow!
Well, I did go to school the next day, but that night I had to eat dinner standing up. At least I didn’t have any homework that night!
Death and Decline
By Steve Davenport
Our white world is in jeopardy. The blacks have destroyed our cities. Now the liberals want to bring in Hispanics by the busload to finish the job of destroying our country. Hispanics bring in disease. They are fronts for the drug cartels plus they work cheap and take jobs away from white people. They just use this country to make a buck, which they send back to their native countries. They demand everything free.
Our white ancestors asked for nothing and took what they were given without complaint. Our white Aryan people have fought and died for this country to be great and free. These invaders bring disorder. Ever wonder why our government seems so chaotic these days? Look at who inhabits it now.
Join ANP. It is the only hope for white renewal. Unless we stop the rot, this country will fall because of a mass of worthless, primitive non whites, out to destroy everything we have created. Join ANP as a supporter. Donate money. Donate your time to give out literature. Help save our white people while there is still time.
Comrades, Comrade Davenport is right as usual. We’ve had a few laughs in this report (I hope), but I need to end this on a more serious note. If we don’t do something, we’ll be a White minority country in just one generation. You see, the end is closer than you’d like to think.
That’s all for this report. Stay safe and hail victory!
Dan Schneider
Deputy Chairman
American Nazi Party
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