By and copyright of Owen Quinn
More Zombies, more trouble. Welcome to book 2 of Zombie Blues who give us their view on the world and life from behind undead eyes. This time round meet Diabetic Zombie, Racist Zombie, the Ice Queen and why is there a zombie with no teeth?
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Racist Zombie
Life (or should that be unlife?) as a zombie does have an unexpected side effect. It gives me time to reflect on the life I’ve lost. I could cry if it wasn’t so laughable. I look around me and see…well, perhaps I should tell my story first. It’s as valid as any of the others you’ve heard so far and of those yet to come. I wish I could have seen into other peoples’ minds as easily when I was human. Even that has made me revaluate who I was.
Jason Crawford is my name. I almost said was but I’m still here even if my outer appearance doesn’t exactly make the ladies swoon any more. At this point in the apocalypse I believe I’m shambling through Wembley near the stadium.
I don’t know where it started but all my life I believed our kind was superior: that we had been put on this Earth to rule over the others. By our kind I mean white people. I had little dealings with people of colour growing up.
Growing up in the town of Shapley, we were predominantly white. Of course we had Chinese and Indian restaurants and take-aways but at school there was one Asian kid whom we kept at a distance.
I suppose you think I was brought up in a house that hated coloureds. Well, you’d be wrong. My parents ran a pub and all sorts came through their doors. As an only child I was forced to fight back against the bullies so my life would not be as miserable as Bobby Cain. That poor kid was tormented on a daily basis but it was his own fault; he should have had the balls to fight back. He simply wasn’t tough enough. He was also black.
What? Are you disgusted by my attitude? Don’t judge before you know the facts. In this day and age world leaders have given people like me a voice to stand up and show who we really are; to show the world that people like that should know their place. In a world where we are told to speak the truth, it is apparent that my truth hurts the snowflakes and humanists.
I didn’t grow up like this. I’m a product of nature rather than nurture. I simply had no exposure to any other colour so my world has always been predominantly white.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t belong to any groups or want to immigrate to America to join the Klu Klux Klan or any of that nonsense but I can understand where they are coming from. Later in life I attended some rallies in London when the circumstances called for it.
I used to sit at home in the evenings when my parents were at work watching all sorts of documentaries on the History Channel. I watched all the stuff about Nazi Germany and while everyone else saw the atrocities, I found that I could see Hitler’s mind. He had valid reasons to protect his race which mirrored those of today. I understood that. I also saw how the Christians waltzed into foreign countries and made the natives embrace Jesus. The native ways were branded heathen and devil like letting the word of God reduce their culture to fit the will of the missionaries. If only the missionaries were here right now to see how these other cultures were trying to change us. There is only one God just as the national anthem says. All this other rubbish that is used to justify terrorism on our own soil should be absorbed by the Lord just as they did in the past. If I went to their countries I wouldn’t get away with it. How would you feel if someone simply walked in to your home and demanded you change your décor to suit them? Or what if you went to a restaurant for dinner only to be told you could only eat foreign food? That’s the danger you see. They try to enforce their beliefs and customs on us, the indigenous race. Would they be so accommodating if we did it to their homes or enforce our customs on them?
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