Generosity Gets You Nowhere With These People
November 13 saw the annual confected commemoration of something called World Kindness Day. According to the invented non-holiday’s own Wikipedia page, “Kindness is a fundamental part of the human condition which bridges the divides of race, religion, politics, gender and location.” I think we all know what that means:
#BeKind
#GiveYourCountryAwayToTotalStrangers.
And it’s never too early to start grooming the minds of the young into happily doing so.
The best way to “welcome refugee children” is with pitchforks and burning torches, sending them all straight back home before they can grow up and start stabbing us. With this more realistic assessment in mind, and acting as a former schoolteacher, I have devised the following alternative lesson resources for use in Western schools for a rival race-realist holiday of my own creation, called “World Cruelty Day”. It is intended to provide a competing, more agreeably Nietzschean, moral message that “Cruelty is a fundamental part of the human condition which bridges the divides of race, religion, politics, gender and location,” as conclusively proved by the following lamentable real-life recent case-studies.
Apapale of Her Eye
Helping the homeless may seem like a kind thing to do, but it often rather depends on why such individuals happen to be homeless in the first place. If it’s a disabled war veteran, then fair enough; give him $20 and tell him to buy himself a hot square meal. If, however, he is a homeless black psychopath named Apapale Adoum (allegedly a migrant from Chad, although reports seem reluctant to confirm this) with a long prior record of attacking women with hammers and knives, then it may be best not to offer him a free room in your house, all things considered.
Victoria Adams (not the former Spice Girl) was a 37-year-old white mother of four living in an apartment in the appropriately named London borough of Hammersmith, who took pity on Adoum when she met him at a homeless shelter, before offering him a free room. As a side-benefit, Adams was being “cuckooed” by drug-dealers who had taken over her home, and hoped that having a large violent black man living alongside her would be an excellent protection strategy. However, further exposure to Adoum’s “by nature violently unpredictable” (i.e., African) personality seemed to convince Adams that her human guard-dog was even more dangerous than her original persecutors were, so she left a polite note asking him to leave. Yet Adoum did not appreciate this instruction, so proceeded to beat his hostess to death with a mallet, before placing a plastic bin-bag over her head and leaving her bloodied corpse lying face down in her own bedroom.
In court, Vicky’s aunt, Cathy Adams, made the following statement:
Vicky was very trusting, generous to a fault, caring and fun-loving. Vicky tried to repay the kindness she had been shown by others and she paid for this with her life.
To which Mr Adoum himself made the following actual reply: “I am not what is heard in this court as someone who beats women. I have also beaten men.” [1]
In late October, Adoum was sentenced to a minimum of 21 years behind bars. So, at least he has a long-term roof over his head now—paid for by the enforced “kindness” of the collective British taxpayer, whether they actually want to or not.
Let the White One In
Exposing students to such a story in the classroom may produce some initial pushback, so consistently will they have been brainwashed into seeing all refugees as innocent, vulnerable saints in human form by the brand of propagandistic ‘learning resources’ pumped out to coincide with World Kindness Day. Therefore, counterbalancing World Cruelty Day lesson-plan packs will come complete with printed worksheets detailing countless other cases of the same basic pattern.
One exemplar worksheet could feature the cautionary parable of Estibaliz Kortazar, a white liberal Spanish lady who, in “a spirit of solidarity”, reached out to a 48-year-old homeless migrant through a charity, offering to rent him a room at the discount price of only 350 euros a month, less than the proceeds of a single drug-deal. This was only “an informal contract”, though, and when the verbally agreed upon terms expired, Kortazar reasonably asked the immigrant to move out. However, once she did so, the man refused: just like in Hollywood horror movies, being naïve enough to invite a vampire into one’s home is the best way to ensure he is subsequently able to bite you to death.
At this point, said Kortazar, the migrant began trying to “financially and psychologically break her” by intentionally over-using utilities to make her bills soar to unpayable levels. He even tampered with the locks, allowing him to enter and exit at will, forcing her to abandon her own home and live with her brother elsewhere. Predictably, the way the Spanish legal system worked meant she was unable to simply evict the squatter by calling the police on him, because sympathetic human rights lawyers had decided he had more rights in such matters than she did. As Kortazar complained:
He would take all my cooking pots into his room and leave nothing for me to use. He turned up the television at midnight so I couldn’t sleep, he broke my furniture, he called me a slut, a dirty bitch, and a whore … He’s a psychopath, and his only goal is to ruin my life … He hasn’t attacked me yet, but I’m afraid he might … I feel like crying every time I enter my own house. I turn the key and feel terror. I used to rent [out] a room, and now I live with a squatter who terrifies me and whom I can’t kick out. You don’t know what it’s like to live under the same roof as the person who’s making your life miserable. Watching them destroy your house … and your life. And feeling abandoned by your country’s justice system because the squatter who lives like a king has more rights than you.
Actually, though, despite Kortazar’s complaint that “You don’t know what it’s like to live under the same roof as the person who’s making your life miserable” but somehow “has more rights than you do”, in a wider sense, the general public in immigration-tainted countries like 2020s Spain do know what this feels like, because bleeding-heart white liberal #BeKinders like Estibaliz Kortazar invited all the vampire invaders into their previously stable nations to suck them bone-dry in the first place.
Forced personal exposure to the actual direct physical consequences of your ruinous globalist ideology which you were previously perfectly content to inflict upon other innocent fellow countrymen before then blindly looking the other way in feigned ignorance, is an excellent way to get persons like Kortazar to finally face the facts and change their minds about their twisted ‘humanitarian’ outlook on life: a conservative is just a liberal First World landlady who’s been mugged by their own imported Third World tenant, after all, as the old saying almost goes.
If Kortazar does not now limp away as a committed anti-immigration voter or activist, then she will have learnt nothing from her ordeal. But, by exposing children to her deterrent-like experience by proxy in the classroom, students will certainly have much to learn from hearing all about it.
Camp of the Non-Saints
Pupils who still prove resistant to absorbing such valuable lessons could further be taken on a remedial European field-trip to visit a generous white Belgian lady named Améline Simon-Hody, who, as the owner of a plot of land in the countryside town of Spy, publicly offered up her estate as a place for ‘refugees’ from Eritrea to camp out on.
Believing the ‘evacuees’ would be vulnerable women and children, Simon-Hody made it known she would be willing to personally cook their meals for them, and provide various necessities like Korans and dildos to be made use of in their tents. But, surprise, surprise, when the Africans did arrive, they turned out to be healthy young men of fighting age, who looked more persecutors than persecuted.
In return for being given free access to Simon-Hody’s land, the Eritreans – who ultimately grew to number over 100 – demonstrated their characteristic levels of gratitude by proceeding to get drunk, vandalize her property, set things on fire, and openly shit all over the place, even on the front doorsteps of their hostess and her neighbors, while they watched.
Taking schoolchildren into this corner of a foreign field which shall forever now be an Eritrea, telling them to pull on a pair of rubber gloves and start picking up all the lovely African turds by hand before disposing of them in a large slop-bucket filled with bleach and quicklime, should be one good way to cure our misguided youth all of their regime-induced ‘kindness’ for good this next World Cruelty Day.
Repayment in Kind
Teachers looking for a longer term World Cruelty Day project to pursue could reading the award-winning 2019 book The Ungrateful Refugee by Dina Nayeri with their classes instead. Unlike the above ungrateful refugees, Nayeri has never once murdered someone with a hammer, stolen their apartment, or shat in the middle of someone else’s field. Instead, she possesses qualifications from Harvard and Princeton, and a successful career as a writer and novelist. So, she’s fully integrated, and must therefore stand as a much better illustration of the open-heart, open-borders, philosophy of World Kindness Day, right? Not quite.
An Iranian, Nayeri fled the Islamic Republic in 1988 after her mother converted to Christianity and was threatened with execution by the ayatollahs. By 1990, the Nayeris had obtained refugee status in Oklahoma, and by 1994 Dina was an American citizen.
Clearly, America had been kind to her. But not nearly kind enough. Shockingly, her new fellow countrymen in Oklahoma sometimes expected her to be grateful for her treatment, and to express this gratitude by her fitting in with their ways, not them fitting in with hers. As Dina complained:
There should be no question of earning my place, of showing that I was a good bet. My family and I were once humans in danger … what America did was a basic human obligation. It is the obligation of every person born in a safer room to open the door when someone in danger knocks. It is your duty to answer us, even if we don’t give you sugary success stories. Even if we remain a bunch of ordinary Iranians, sometimes bitter or confused. Even if the country gets overcrowded and you have to give up your luxuries, and we set up ugly little lives around the corner, marring your view. If we need a lot of help and local services, if your taxes rise and your street begins to look and feel strange and everything smells like turmeric and tamarind paste, and your favourite shop is replaced by a halal butcher, your schoolyard chatter becoming ching-chongese and phlegmy ‘kh’s and ‘gh’s, and even if, after all that, we don’t spend the rest of our days in grateful ecstasy, atoning for our need.
That’s gratitude for you: “Thanks, white scum, for saving the life of me and my family – now submit down at my feet and get colonized as a reward. Oh, and give me a big fat publishing contract while you’re at it.”
Sometimes, you’ve just got to be cruel to be kind—be kind to your own kind by kicking out those who are not your own kind straight back where they came from. Even if it means they die there.
Notes
[1] The Times, 31 October 2025, p.20
https://counter-currents.com/2025/11/sour-charity-generosity-gets-you-nowhere-with-these-people