Fictional Hellscapes, and Real Ones (Videos and Photos)

By Nicholas Stix
Commissioned by Peter Brimelow for VDARE in September, 2022; ms. delivered in January, 2023

David Samuel (“Bloody Sam”) Peckinpah (1925-1984) became world-famous for directing death-of-the-West pictures, one a Christian story about a martyr who dies saving three lost pilgrims, Ride the High Country (1962), and the other about a band of bank robbers with a code of honor (well, sort of), The Wild Bunch (1969).

Peckinpah was the son of a devoutly Christian prosecutor, David Edward Peckinpah, who was wont to say things like, “I just want to enter my house justified.” The elder Peckinpah was speaking of dying as a Christian. Keep in mind that while America was founded and made great by white Christians, they were typically hanging Christians, who believed in righteous punishment, not the namby-pamby Christians of today, who are so quick to forgive evil that they are often indistinguishable from racial socialists.

In 1960, Peckinpah got a 13-episode contract from NBC for a TV series called The Westerner, which had the profane flavor with which Peckinpah would become associated.

[“See Sam Peckinpah’s Bracing Vision of a Sanctuary City (Complete Video),” nicholasstixuncensored, March 9, 2018.]

The Westerner’s premiere episode, directed and co-written by Peckinpah and Robert Heverly, “Jeff,” could have been called “A Visit to Hell.” “Saddle bum” Dave Blasingame plans on killing a man, and rescuing his old flame from him. She’s working as a prostitute in a saloon owned by her boyfriend/pimp, a hulking, British former prizefighter. The proprietor and his Indian barkeep routinely murder and rob customers, and no hard feelings.

I grew up in an interesting, diverse, vibrant neighborhood in Long Beach, N.Y., by the Atlantic Ocean. Unlike the fictional WWII bomber pilot, Yossarian, in Joseph Heller’s black comedy novel, Catch-22, who was always complaining that strangers (i.,e., German anti-aircraft gunners) were trying to kill him, I had people trying to kill me, but I usually knew them. When I turned 20, my big sister said, “Nobody expected you to live to be 16.”

On June 30, 1975, our building’s young, white porter told my mother he was going to have us evicted. The porter made up a ridiculous story, asserting that he’d seen me reach into a bag of our garbage, remove three eggshells, and put them on the landing, before throwing out the garbage.

One of us was going to have to spill the other’s blood. Being a natural-born coward, I avoided the mutt for four days.

On day four, July 3rd, down the hall from us, the porter apparently confronted a guy who actually had dumped a sack of garbage down the stairwell. A woman the mope was visiting must have asked him to throw the garbage in the incinerator. The mope stabbed the porter to death.

While hanging out in the building next door with some Nassau County Police detectives, one of whom sought to persuade me to become a cop, I saw cops lead the suspect, a rangy, pockmarked, 6’2,” 20-something Dominican down the stairs.

Under the regime of “diversity,” our evil ruling elites have deliberately used black supremacists and, increasingly, reconquistas from South of the border to turn more and more areas in America into a Hell on Earth, and seek to turn most of the rest into a similar hellscape.

Tenured social science propagandists coined the genteel, racial fairy tale of “neighborhood succession” as a cover for blacks moving into white neighborhoods and, with the implicit support of the police through de-policing, robbing, raping, maiming and murdering many white residents, while chasing off the rest.

[“Amnesty Means Gang Nation and the Rule of Crime (Except for the Rich),” by Nicholas Stix, VDARE, April 15, 2013; and “De-Policing in America’s Cities: Erasing the ‘Thin Blue Line,’” by Nicholas Stix, Middle American News, May, 2002.]

Ludicrous, lying “experts” now retail racial fairy tales such as that there “is no such thing as a dangerous neighborhood.” Billionaire former New York City mayor Michael Bloomberg owns City Lab, which spews such racist moron fodder. Although Bloomberg seeks to ban gun ownership by ordinary Americans, he goes nowhere without his own personal gang of gunmen.

[“There’s No Such Thing as a Dangerous Neighborhood,” by Stephen Lurie, City Lab, February 25, 2019.]

The only halfway honest work I know of, on the violent takeover of a white community, is Left Behind in Rosedale (1998), by sociologist Scott Cummings. “Rosedale” was a fictional name for the Polytechnic Heights area in Fort Worth, Texas.

Cummings quotes a colleague as saying that the old whites “deserved” what the racist black thugs were doing to them. That would include black teenagers variously raping and murdering octogenarian and nonagenarian white women by shoving broomstick handles down their throats, and cutting them to pieces.

However, Cummings engaged in a form of political triangulation by claiming that such heinous, black racist crime was “caused” by “racism,” “discrimination,” and “poverty,” which are all synonyms, and thus redundant.

Aside from the fact that the racist, black monsters were not victims of racism, as opposed to perpetrators of it, “racism” doesn’t cause anyone to shove a broomstick handle down an elderly white lady’s throat.

The black supremacists were eventually scattered by Hispanic supremacists, which brought on new attacks of euphemisms. In A Neighborhood Portrait: Polytechnic Heights of Inner City Fort Worth (2002), edited by Sarah Horsfall, a leftwing assistant professor of sociology at Fort Worth’s Texas Wesleyan University, Horsfall referred to the new Polytechnic Heights as a “low-crime” area, but she also implied that Cummings was a racist liar. In reality, it is presently a crime-infested, Hispanic ghetto. Media operatives typically refer to such “barrios” as “quiet,” when they report on mass murders there.

https://web.archive.org/web/20080723123236/https://web.txwesleyan.edu/sociology/horsfall/polyintro.html

Murderous Hispanic gangs from first, Mexico and, increasingly, the Northern Triangle countries of El Salvador, Honduras, and Guatemala, have taken over one area after another in America. They murder people in orgiastic rituals.

[“Immigration, Crime, and the Death of an American Paradise,” by Nicholas Stix, The Social Contract, Fall 2017.]

The program, first promoted by Barack Obama, to parachute racist black and Hispanic thugs into middle-class, white neighborhoods, and eliminate zoning laws so that housing projects for the thugs can be built there at whites’ expense, is called “Affirmatively Furthering Fair Housing” (AFFH) [VDARE link is now dead]. President Joe Biden, the beneficiary of The Big Steal, has eliminated the border, and is parachuting criminal, foreign invaders all over the country, at whites’ expense.

There are now some 44 million blacks and 80 million to 100 million Hispanics in the country (never mind the Census Bureau’s fairy tale numbers of 11 million illegals, or the “research” by credentialed “experts” working with the ancient numbers.) The problem is that most blacks (average IQ 85) and Hispanics (89) are not only low IQ, but low VQ (virtue quotient). The majority are born and raised by unfit mothers, and increasingly don’t even know who their fathers are. Astronomical portions of their numbers are not only genetically predisposed to crime and violence, but they are culturally inculcated to be racist and violent by their “parents,” “educators,” media operatives, riot preachers, etc., in what I have dubbed the White Genocide Project.

“Wilson.” Jack Wilson was the name of the assassin whom cattle baron Ruf Ryker hired to variously kill off and run off all the “sodbusters” (homesteaders) farming and raising families in the Wyoming valley that used to belong to Ryker alone, in George Stevens’ Shane (1953), for my money, the greatest Western of them all.

For a number of months, members of the Stix household have taken to referring to an anonymous murderer in Far Rockaway, Queens, as “Wilson.”

Yours truly lived in Far Rockaway for over three years. The night I moved there in June, 1994, I almost got shot. The skinny, young, black shooter wasn’t aiming at me, but at the two burly black cops who had pinned him down behind a house on Nameoke, where the street lights were shut off. (The city would shut off the street lights in dangerous neighborhoods, including in and around the subway terminal and bus stop at Mott Avenue/Beach 21st Street.) I was sitting in the front seat in a taxi whose black driver had made an illegal u-turn, in order to follow the action (“Oh, s—t, let’s check it out!”). Meanwhile, I was yelling, “You’re gonna get us killed!,” scrunching down low in the front seat, and telling him to turn around, before arriving cop cars would make that impossible to do.

The driver hated cops, complaining that some “nerd cop” (apparently, a bespectacled, white cop) had recently arrested him for assault. I kept needling him, “Hey, man, what does that mean, ‘nerd cop’?”

At 8:10 p.m. on March 26th, 2022, a tall, trim, black man named Peter Panthier, 26, was walking and talking outside 624 Grassmere Terrace in Far Rockaway with a skinny, somewhat shorter, 18-20-year-old black male acquaintance. Suddenly, the younger man reaches into his pocket, draws a gun, puts it against Panthier’s head, shoots him dead with two rounds, and runs away. The whole killing couldn’t have taken more than two seconds. Panthier, who never had a chance to react, was probably dead before he hit the ground.

The killer acted with such self-assurance and fluid economy of movement that I’m sure it wasn’t his first murder.

“He was fast, fast on the draw.”






Although the New York Post and CBS Local did publish reports on, and the video of Peter Panthier’s murder, the story was likewise dead before it hit the ground.

“Wilson’s” murder of Peter Panthier, who had only come here one year earlier from his island homeland of Dominica, and lived not in Far Rockaway but in Brooklyn’s East New York section, should have elicited a cri de cœur nationwide, but it had no echoes. The only reason that we even have a video of the crime is that, due to pervasive black crime, and blacks’ support of black criminals, the nation is covered in video cameras.

You can only fight crime, if people can honestly talk about it, can engage in self-defense, oppose criminals, and police, prosecutors, and judges enforce and carry out the laws. However, black and Hispanic criminals’ supporters destroy the lives of whites who complain about them, and wage lawfare on whites who defend themselves. As a result, we are awash in fraudulent academic “research” and media “things” defending black and brown cut-throats as the “victims” of “white supremacists,” and cops, prosecutors, and judges who issue black and Hispanic criminals free crimes, while seeking to disarm law-abiding whites.

There is likewise almost no honest education research today, because telling the truth about race and IQ is also punished by the “death penalty.”

Our ruling elites of both parties have, since 1965, pickpocketed law-abiding, white taxpayers of tens of trillions of dollars, under the pretext of “fighting inequality.”

In Shane, the eponymous hero (Alan Ladd) ultimately dispatches Wilson and the Ryker brothers in a grand gunfight, though a backshooter gets him, before he can kill him.

In reality, Wilson is still at large, aided and abetted by media and police silence.

Oh, and my old Long Beach neighborhood? In addition to the options of “diversity” and “gentrification,” it has become home to a third alternative, which is not an option for America at large: desertification. Although it is prime, beachfront property, and all but one of its buildings were demolished over 40 years ago (the wrecking ball got my old haunt, Long Beach Bowl, in 1985), the land sits largely vacant.

Postscript, November 17, 2024: The suspect in the murder of Peter Panthier, Jovan Springer, was arrested on January 28, 2023. At 29, he turned out to be much older than my estimate. He has yet to be tried or offered (accept?) a plea deal.

In fact, since the initial reports of Jovan Springer’s arrest and arraignment on multiple charges, radio silence has ruled the Web.

“Jovan Springer, 29, was being investigated by the police and subsequently arrested on a raft of charges including weapons possession, menacing, and burglary in an unrelated Brooklyn case. He was held on a $500,000.00 bond in that case when he was arraigned in Brooklyn Criminal Court last week.

“Over the weekend —January 28, 2023 — Springer was charged with the March 26, 2022, shooting death of 26-year-old Panthier Jr.”

[“Suspect wanted in Dominican man’s death charged with murder,” Dominica News Online - Monday, January 30th, 2023 at 2:54 P.M.]

“Springer was charged with murder and criminal possession of a weapon, police said.”

[“Gunman busted in execution-style NYC slaying of stage actor,” by Amanda Woods, New York Post, January 30, 2023.]

I have not changed a word of the ms. above (prior to this postscript). It later became clear to me that Peter had never intended to publish it, or pay me for it. I have written 731 words and counting on Peter’s multiple purges of me and my writing, but concluded that it shall have to wait. Most people find such fare deadly boring, and it would take away from the article above.

The short version: After Josef Stalin murdered a loyal aide, he would have the man airbrushed out of photographs in which he stood next to Comrade Stalin. And what is that Peter has done to yours truly.