Adidas: When SHACKLES Mean MONEY -- Israeli concentration camps for Africans -- A Jew Whips His Runaway Slave (1838)
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Adidas: When SHACKLES Mean MONEY By Tingba Muhammad Adidas’s infamous new athletic shoe actually has a plastic anklet made to resemble a shackle, which is linked by a chain to the back of the shoe. Its design has been widely condemned as racist, but even if one were to view it entirely within the realm of sport and play, it is a design that still doesn’t make much sense. Some may remember when sneaker makers promised to make their customers “run faster and jump higher.” Instead, Adidas produced a shoe with built-in leg irons—and even though they are mock plastic ones, the concept has to be the worst possible footwear market- ing idea ever. But what makes it a verifiable race issue is that shackles have no point in the world other than to torture, imprison, and en- slave—all these char- acteristics being the historical centerpieces of sociopathic Europe- an societies. And it is racially significant that the new shackle shoe is a basketball shoe—not soccer, not golf, not tennis—for one need only glance at the NBA finals to see that basketball is a Black man’s monopoly. One may also notice that Adidas’s shackles and chains themselves are bright orange in a prison chain-gang jumpsuit kind of way, to be marketed in a land with significantly higher incarceration rates for its dark- skinned inhabitants; hence racism must be suspected. Of course, had they introduced a product such as the Chevy Treblinka, or the Honda Holocaust, or the Audi Auschwitz, all three companies would be history in 12 to 24 hours, all employees would be homeless, and the executives would have no chance of working in cor- porate America ever again. Yet this warped slavery shoe idea made it all the way up the Adidas corporate chain of command—to be fully approved by German-born CEO Herbert Hainer—and into full factory production. And just in time to be pre- sented to the world at the 2012 Olympics in Great Britain, the greatest slave-trading nation in the history of the world. It is a curious devolution that Adidas has made from its German origin in 1948, to this lowest point in the history of marketing. Adolf “Adi” Dassler and his brother Rudolf were raised in Germany by a shoe- making father and both entered the family business. As Hitler rose to power both brothers joined the Nazi party and, according to reports, signed their correspondences with the greeting “Heil Hitler.” ere is evidence that Rudolf was a Gestapo officer. Aſter the war the brothers feuded, and one started Adidas and the other started Puma. e fact that Adidas and Puma could exist at all in an apparel market that is as Jewish as the NBA is Black is a stunning curiosity, given the intense, high-pitched, constant Jewish whining over “black anti-Semitism”; their chasing down every surviving Nazi, like alleged concentration camp guard John Demjanjuk; and their extortion of movie star Arnold Schwarzenegger for his father’s Nazi affiliation. ese Dasslers were actual Nazis, but they seem to coexist nicely with the Jew- Nazi Adolf Dassler Weekly Newsletter • Volume 3, Number 26
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Adidas: When SHACKLES Mean MONEYBy Tingba Muhammad
Adidas’s infamous new athletic shoe actually has a plastic anklet made to resemble a shackle, which is linked by a chain to the back of the shoe. Its design has been widely condemned as racist, but even if one were to view it entirely within the realm of sport and play, it is a design that still doesn’t make much sense. Some may remember when sneaker makers promised to make their customers “run faster and jump higher.” Instead, Adidas produced a shoe with built-in leg irons—and even though they are mock plastic ones, the concept has to be the worst possible footwear market-ing idea ever.
But what makes it a verifiable race issue is that shackles have no point in the world other than to torture, imprison, and en-slave—all these char-acteristics being the historical centerpieces of sociopathic Europe-an societies. And it is racially significant that the new shackle shoe is a basketball shoe—not soccer, not golf, not tennis—for one need only glance at the NBA finals to see that basketball is a Black man’s monopoly. One may also notice that Adidas’s shackles and chains themselves are bright orange in a prison chain-gang jumpsuit kind of way, to be marketed in a land with significantly higher incarceration rates for its dark-skinned inhabitants; hence racism must be suspected.
Of course, had they introduced a product such as the Chevy Treblinka, or the Honda Holocaust, or the
Audi Auschwitz, all three companies would be history in 12 to 24 hours, all employees would be homeless, and the executives would have no chance of working in cor-porate America ever again. Yet this warped slavery shoe idea made it all the way up the Adidas corporate chain of command—to be fully approved by German-born CEO Herbert Hainer—and into full factory production.
And just in time to be pre-sented to the world at the 2012 Olympics in Great Britain, the greatest slave-trading nation in the history of the world.
It is a curious devolution that Adidas has made from its German origin in 1948, to this lowest point in the history of marketing. Adolf “Adi” Dassler and his brother Rudolf were raised in Germany by a shoe-
making father and both entered the family business. As Hitler rose to power both brothers joined the Nazi party and, according to reports, signed their correspondences with the greeting “Heil Hitler.” There is evidence that Rudolf was a Gestapo officer. After the war the brothers feuded, and one started Adidas and the other started Puma. The fact that Adidas and Puma could exist at all in an
apparel market that is as Jewish as the NBA is Black is a stunning curiosity, given the intense, high-pitched, constant Jewish whining over “black anti-Semitism”; their chasing down every surviving Nazi, like alleged concentration camp guard John Demjanjuk; and their extortion of movie star Arnold Schwarzenegger for his father’s Nazi affiliation. These Dasslers were actual Nazis, but they seem to coexist nicely with the Jew-
ish business world when the common denominator is Mammon (Luke 16:9-13).
For Adidas, this is the second trip down this very profitable race-baiting road. The cross-over rap group of the 1980s Run D.M.C. made one of the most incred-ible product-placement moves in the history of mod-ern advertising when their hit “My Adidas” applied a hip-hop swagger to Adidas’s formerly “white boy” brand. Joseph “Run” Simmons, the group’s leader, described their thinking: “They couldn’t wear shoelaces in jail and we took it as a fash-ion statement. The reason they couldn’t have shoelaces in jail was because they might hang themselves. That’s why [the lyric] says ‘My Adidas only bring good news and they are not used as felon shoes.’”
Well, they are “felon shoes” now—gone are the signature three stripes and the laces, and gained are the ankle chains and shackles. And though Adidas EX-PLODED in popularity with this new unsolicited, un-compensated endorsement, Run D.M.C. later received a measly $1.6 million endorsement deal for putting the company at the front of a style that would “define the next 25 years of hip hop fashion.” No word yet on how many millions shackle designer Jeremy Scott will be paid for his slavery shoes that will never be sold.
The Reverend Jesse Jackson was on point: “The at-tempt to commercialize and make popular more than 200 years of human degradation, where blacks were considered three-fifths human by our Constitution is offensive, appalling and insensitive.”
But SHACKLES have ALWAYS meant SHEKELS (the currency of ancient Israel) in the exploitative world of retail sales. Adidas certainly has a troubling Nazi origin (for which the founders have apparently been forgiven), but far worse to Blacks is the forgot-ten industry that manufactured the hardware of American bondage. The bull whips, chains, steel col-lars, hand and foot cuffs, thumbscrews, shackles and locks, and other implements of torture and captivity, were as necessary to the white plantation owners, jailers, and slave patrollers as any other commod-ity. There were the slave-shipbuilders of the ports of the Northeast, but someone had to then outfit those
ships with the chains and shackles needed to turn them into floating Africa/West Indies-bound dungeons.
These shipping specialists were known as ship chandlers and they had a surprising identity. Accord-ing to The Secret Relationship Between Blacks and Jews, “Jews, in fact, were the largest ship chandlers in the
entire Caribbean region,” the first stop for the newly kidnapped Africans. Jewish historian Seymour Lieb-man, agrees, and adds that the slave ships “were not only owned by Jews, but were manned by Jewish crews and sailed under the command of Jewish cap-tains.”
Once the slave ships were “unloaded” and the kidnapped Africans were headed for the auction block, the need for chains and shackles only increased in America’s plantation econ-omy. And here again Jewish merchants supplied that need. The little-known reality is that Jewish merchants flooded into the South during slavery. The new book Jews Selling Blacks presents hundreds of newspaper advertisements that document Jewish merchants serv-ing every need of the slave plantation, including the auctioning of Black men, women, and children, and the pursuit and incarceration of runaway slaves. The Southern planter depended upon these merchants, “a disproportionate number of whom were Jews,” and it was they who supplied everything the plantation econ-omy needed—including the iron shackles and chains
African immigrants will be put in Israeli concentration camps
By Michael Hoffmanwww.revisionisthistory.org
Imagine any Republican or Democrat politician in the U.S. saying anything like what these Israeli leaders, who are either officials in Netanyahu’s government, or his close political allies, are saying:
“Tensions over the presence of the migrants have been stoked by rightist politicians. In a speech at last month’s Hatikva neighborhood protest, Miri Regev, a parliament member from the Prime Minister Benjamin Netan-yahu’s Likud party, called the Africans ‘a cancer in our body.’
“Interior Minister Eli Yishai, who has promised to clear out all the migrants, told the Maariv newspaper in a recent interview that they were creating ‘a state within a state’ and that ‘most of the people coming here are Muslims who think that this country doesn’t belong to us, to the white man.’
“If we don’t stop the entry, the problem, whose extent now is 60,000 illegal infiltrators, could easily de-velop to 600,000, which would flood the country and,
that bound the enslaved Black man to the cruel system of forced lifelong labor. And they did not stop after “Emancipa-tion.” Jewish merchants were shown to have supplied hoods, sheets, guns, and rope to America’s notorious terrorist group, the Ku Klux Klan.
Adidas CEO Hainer, at least, has tried to make amends: “We apologize if people are offended by the design and we are withdrawing our plans to make them available in the marketplace.” Adidas reasoned that their idea was the result of the comic book notion that the wearer would become so amazingly athletic that he would need shackles and chains to keep his shoes on. Slavery, they say, hadn’t entered into their reasoning at all.
Whatever one thinks of Adidas’s excuse, one thing
is known: From slavery until today, shackles on Blacks have meant loads of shekels for American corporations, and Adidas was expecting to cash in. At $350 a pair—about the cost of “a healthy young field hand” in 1800—their slavery shoes should be the final slap of disrespect that moti-vates Blacks to escape the consumer plantation. Adidas has shown us that if we will not get up and DO FOR SELF—and become the sole design-ers, producers, and marketers of ev-ery single thing we wear—they have shoes for people who just wanna be slaves.
Tingba Muhammad is a citizen of the Nation of Is-lam. Read more by the NOI Research Group at NOIRG.org.
to a large degree, nullify our character as a Jewish and democratic state,” Prime Minister Netanyahu said at a meeting of his cabinet last month.’
“In a television interview, Yishai described the moves to deport the foreigners as an act of national self preservation, to maintain Israel’s Jewish majority. ‘If we wouldn’t do it, we wouldn’t have a country,” he said.
“...preparations are underway to hold thousands more Africans in a vast tent camp in southern Israel.”
Source: “African immigrants in Israel face threats, deportations,” Washington Post, June 23, 2012
Imagine Mitt Romney or Ron Paul saying America cannot accept any more immigrants from China and India because we need to preserve our character as a Christian nation!
Imagine Republican leaders declar-ing that our nation will not grant am-nesty to millions of Latinos immigrants
“who think that this country doesn’t belong to us, to the white man.”
If any notable American politician were to express
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these sentiments, the Zionist press would howl at him like a pack of rabid coyotes, and the American leader who uttered the forbidden words would be utterly disgraced and his political career thoroughly ruined, within hours. Yet when Israeli Prime Minister Netan-yahu speaks before Congress he is ardently applauded and accorded numerous standing ovations, and the media are either respectful toward him or at least cir-cumspect, even as our tax dollars subsidize the wildest and most retrograde Israeli racialism and xenophobia imaginable.
The grandiose vision of the Zionists with their spe-cial immunities, privileges and exceptional right to be racist, was articulated by President Ronald Reagan in an ominous passage from his 1988 speech to dedicate the cornerstone of the taypayer-financed U.S. Holo-caust Museum in Washington, D.C. In his oration, Mr. Reagan made the following prophecy, “We must make sure that when the tall towers of our greatest cities have crumbled to dust in the turnings of time, the Jewish people will still be on this earth to cast their blessings.”
The Zionist nation must survive, long after America has crumbled to ruin — as it is well on its way to do-ing — under the policies of both the Democrats and the Republicans who support a strict, racial-national-ist agenda for “Israel,” and a virtual open border here in the low-wage plantation known as the United States of America, whose citizens are among the biggest suckers on the planet.
A Jew Whips His SlaveRecollections of a Runaway Slave
(The Emancipator, September 13, 1838)
Mr. Smith sold me to Davy Cohen, a Jew who lived on Ashley River, about 12 miles from Charleston. He was very rich and some years made such great crops of rice that he was not able to sell it all, and stowed it away in his barns. He raised besides a great quantity of hog meat; but he would not eat any himself nor let us have any. Sometimes we would steal a hog and carry it into the fields and roast it, and share it, and then hide it in the ground and get it as it was wanted. We stole only four in the two years I lived with him. He was in the habit of walking about at all hours of the night to find out who stole wood, or turnips, or hogs, or any thing else. One time he found out that an old man, named Peter, had been stealing wood down by the river. He took it and hid it in the woods, calculating to carry it off the next Sunday. Every Sunday five or six of us had to row the boat-load of wood to Charleston to market. We started at midnight so as to get there by breakfast time Sunday morning. Master rode in his chaise and got there early to sell it. Sometimes instead of wood we carried watermelons, and ducks, and eggs, and had a good boat load of all kinds of fruit and other things. People do a great deal of mar-keting in Charleston on Sunday. Our boat was always loaded Saturday evening, and Peter’s plan was to put the stolen wood on top of master’s, and throw it off in some back place in town, and sell it when he found a chance. There were only five or six sticks of it. When master missed his wood, he took ten of the slaves and carried them to the camp, and after he had whipped three or four of them, Peter’s boy got fright-ened and informed against his father. They carried Pe-ter to his hut, and tied him up so that his feet could not touch the ground, then tied his feet together and put a great log between them, to keep him stretched tight. Then they whipped him till he fainted twice in the rope. They did not leave off whipping him till midnight. One of the men that kept the door said he “guessed Peter would have to be bur-ied the next day, master whipped him so much.” They always say “a nig-
ger is not whipped to do him good, unless he faints.” They say “cut into him; a nigger has’nt got any feeling;--there’s no feeling in a nigger’s hide;--you must cut through his hide to make him feel!” After they had done whipping Peter, they gave him a dose of salts and put him in the stocks, down in the cellar, where it was so dark, you could not see your hand before you. When any one is put in the stocks a chain is put around his neck with a padlock on it, and the end of it is fastened to a beam of the house. His feet are put into holes between two pieces of wood, which are then bolted down close to his ancles,--his hands are tied, and he has to lie down on his back, without be-ing able to move any part of his body except his head. Sometimes slaves are kept in the stocks two or three weeks, and whipped twice a week, and fed on gruel, because they run away or steal.
Slaves have to go to the fields after being whipped, when their skin is so cut up that they have to keep all the time pulling their clothes away from the raw flesh. Sometimes they are so bad off that they can’t wear any clothes on their back at all, and have no dress but a piece of cloth tied around their bodies. In this case, they have to put boughs on their heads and shoulders to keep away the flies. A great many of them never have a hat, and the sun and rain will turn their hair all brown or red, just like flannel. We were allowed
one pair of shoes in a year. They were given to us in the winter, but we used to keep them till summer, for the heat was worse than the cold. The sand was so hot that if we buried an egg in it in the morning, it would be cooked by ten or eleven o’clock, and our feet got all blistered and burnt up if we went without shoes. If we carried water with us into the fields, we dug deep holes and buried it, to keep it cool. Our houses were noth-ing but pole pens, built square, and covered with pine and cypress bark, without any floor. In wet weather the rain would beat in upon us, the same as though we were out doors. When we got a chance, we brought home boughs and laid them on the roof, but the rain still came in. We had no beds but hay or grass, or clap-
boards, and sometimes no covering but our old clothes, made into patchwork. If they ever gave us a blanket,
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we had to make it last four or five years. Often we did not have beds at all, but slept in the ashes. We built our fires in the middle of the house, and never moved the ashes, so that there was a great heap, and when we came home we prepared our ash-cake, and put it into the hot ashes to bake, and then laid down there our-selves and slept till the horn blew in the morning. Then we got up and brushed the ashes off, and took our cake or potatoes and went straight to work. When I lived with Cohen I was hostler, but had to work in the field besides. When they wanted to go anywhere in the carriage, they called me and made me pull off my old rags, and put on the clothes which they had in the house. One night towards the last of the week, our al-lowance was gone and we were very hungry.--So I and two others went into the musk-melon patch and took three or four melons apiece. The next day they measured our tracks and then measured our feet, and whipped some of us, till one told who did it. There was a man and woman besides me. The man’s name was Reuben. They carried the man into the woods, where they had four stakes driven into the ground, and stretched him out and fastened him there. The driver whipped him for a long time. Afterwards they washed him down with brine and then put him in the stocks. I was tied round a log. They tied me as close as possible with strings round my neck and hands and feet. They put a cap on my head and drew it down closely over my face. It covered my whole face, and was tied under my chin, and was not taken off till the whipping and washing were all over. After whipping I was put into the stocks. They tied the woman up to a tree, and made her hug round it. She was whipped more than I was, though I was whipped badly enough. They put her into the dungeon, a dark hole under the house. The same driver whipped us all. After he was done he complained that he was tired. All drivers are black men, and slaves. They have to do as the overseer says, or they will get whipped themselves. They live in houses apart from the rest. Their business is to blow
6the horn in the morning for us to get up, and then drive us all day to get as much out of us as they can. They get praise when we do a good day’s work, and that makes them drive us harder and cut and lash us, so as to make us do as much another day. The morning after our whipping, we all had to go to work, as if nothing had happened. I was so sore I could hardly do anything. I had to leave my row and go off over the fence a great many times, and towards night, when I saw I could not get my task done, and knew I should be whipped again, I made for the woods, and at midnight went as far as I could down the country. I there fell in with some more runaways, who had a camp in the swamp, and staid with them till I was caught. It is very common for slaves to run away into the woods after being badly whipped. They are forced to, for they cannot do their tasks, and so
they have to stay in the woods till they get well. Sometimes they stay there five or six weeks till they are taken, or are driven back by hunger. I have known a great many who never came back; they were whipped so bad they never got well, but died in the woods, and their bodies have been found by people hunting. White men come in sometimes with collars and chains and bells, which they had taken from dead slaves. They just take off their irons and then leave them, and think no more about them. They keep a great many hounds on purpose to hunt runaways. They call them “nigger dogs.” Alfred Smith had about
fifty of them. They teach them to run colored people when they are pups. They used to make me run off a good ways, when I was very small, and then send the pups on my tracks. I thought it was fine sport. Sometimes they
called the hands from the field and made them run round the house and climb trees, with the dogs after them. They cooked every day a great pot of hominy for them, and the victuals left from master’s table was al-ways given them. When I have passed them in the yard eating a good piece of meat, I have often wished that I was a dog, they seemed so much better off than we.
Enslaved man named Pe-ter: “Overseer Artayou Car-rier whipped me. I was 2 mos. in bed sore from the whip-ping.” Baton Rouge, Louisi-ana. photo taken: April 2, 1863
