JL: Negro PTSD #0

Author’s Proof

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A Crackpot Book

Lynn Lockhart Publisher

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From November 2024 thru April 2025, an aging, crippled, writer and boxing coach was engaged by 9 readers and fighters, interested in Arete family survival in a Bantu-worshipping control matrix. To individually defend against the 6% of Americans who commit 56% of violent crime, mostly as pack attackers, these men invited an infamous negro-wrangler, a thought criminal of the lower orders, to train for mutual survival. These men have described themselves as suffering from “Negro fatigue,” unable to continue licking the branded sneaker treads that have been placed over their heads. These are their stories.

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These men, Matt Decatur, Toki Eric, Smiling Alfredo, who have inspired this unique project, will have their accounts joined with the experiences of men known to the author for years now, who sought him secretly, like some witch doctor in a cave, in the years between 2001 and 2024, when the branded rubber heel of proxy oppression was most firmly stamped upon their collective neck. Men who were raised to admire, emulate, even worship, people of another race will relate their experiences being attacked, tormented, heckled and hated by the very people they were indoctrinated to love above themselves. Taught by school, church, newspapers, TV and movies, that they somehow hated, genetically, with animus uncontrollable, subconsciously, metaphysically and with grim finality a sainted folk, the subjects in this book relate a grim betrayal.

The experience of having the people who you admired as the martyred remnants of the only human kind to suffer racial oppression, relentlessly attack your character, your body, your home, your job, and your family, while casting guilt and blame upon you, is the thread that joins the accounts collected in NEGRO PTSD. From The cities of The Great Lakes, to the Pacific Northwest, to California, The Mid West, The Mid Atlantic and New York, this is an honest, unredacted record of real working men, and one woman, under attack by their anonymous masters’ feral huntsmen.

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Dedication

For Smiling Alfredo, a man in his prime whom I much admire.

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Inspirational Quote

“The school I attended was designed by a man who built prisons. It had 5 levels and 5,000 students. The Asians and the Jеws were on the top level. Next the gifted whites. Then the normal students. The bottom level was a thousand niցցers and me. I got attacked, and had to fight to survive, every single day. That school was an actual model of the greater society.

“…I suffer from severe Negro Fatigue.”

-Toki Erik, Selek, Washington, on a beautiful summer day, speaking to the Geeze and the author

Pledge

I Hope that this is my Myth of the 20th Century, whose author was executed for writing it. If this is the book out of hundreds that gets this writer killed so to enjoy some posthumous infamy, a blessing that shall be. Of the hundreds—HUNDREDS—of Negroes who hunted, threatened, menaced, attacked and called the PIGZ on me, not one of those hyena men ever got my wallet or my scalp. I still coach two black fighters, and they understand. I like their fellows better than they do. It is interesting that most of the men in this study have done repeated good service to black folk and have real black friends, not pets, but men.

I feel it in my tainted yeti blood, and in the collapsing cracker bones of this old crumb, that this book, Negro PTSD, will subject me once again to the social hatred and animosity I lived under for 38 years, as a lowly night clerk in Baltimore supermarkets.

-I Swear to God Almighty to this mortal record’s honesty, James LaFond, Costa Mesa, California, 4/11/25

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Author’s Note

[I just stepped outside and tipped the Mexican maids $10 each to give me soap and shampoo and NOT service the room until I leave in two days. I complimented them on how clean the room is. They were nice, having their two children help them. Ironically, the person who taught me to tip hotel maids, was Ajay, my black-lesbian-republican-NASCAR fan land lady who recruited me as “a scary looking white guy” as a roommate, so as to keep black men away from her. Also, she might comfort my better-looking, “white,” girlfriends when I declined to bestow an exclusive visitation right upon them.]

The accounts in this book are strictly limited to those related between April and December of 2025, God Willing. The exception is Guru Rick, who can no longer speak. Read From a Heavy Gravity Planet for a Midwestern relation of this taboo subject.

A look at the table of contents below will show that these are almost all Gen-X people or tail end Boomers, from the first broken families. I do recall my parents being the very first marriage in our neighborhood to break up and that it humiliated my mother. The boys behind me mostly came from single parent families. Something about latch-key childhood, with no Dad in the home, through the course of my biographical work, is starkly reminiscent of Half-Orphan status among the millions of youths trafficked into and in this country from 1617 through the 1970s. [1]

I do recall, once, at age 35, visiting my son after his mom fired me. As he and his friend were chased home by three Negroes, I appeared at the fence as the white boys jumped it, a steel bar in my hand. The three bucks stopped wide eyed, then ran away, as if I were the headless horseman risen under a winter moon. Had I not been there, to protect him, and 8 years earlier his older brother from a pack of five negro bucks, armed with bricks and bottles, grown men among them, what might have become their plight?

My sons might have grown up under the more harrowed circumstances endured by the subjects of the brief light in the dark that is Negro PTSD. Among the multitude of TV dramas, Movies, false news stories, and books on how only blacks have been the subjects of racial aggression in America, this fractional memoir collection is but a single frame in a four hour motion picture. It will not be promoted, will be read by less than 1,000 people online, sell an estimated less than 10 copies in hardback, and make this lowdown cracker tramp just enough money to buy a few 25 ounce cans of beer. So, if this book or its writer are subject to persecution or censor, then the Fix is still in!

Therefor, the things that did not befall me, being drug use, and fatherlessness, for I went with Dad, will be of particular interest in the lives of the subjects. These atomizing agents, by fate or social engineering, have both set the working Caucasian man up for the hunt they have been subjected to for all of my withering life.

Contents

Oral History Shorts Of:

-1. Smiling Alfredo, 39

-2. Toki Erik, 57

-3. The Geeze, 61

-4. Knell, 48

-5. Mister Grey, 49

-6. Guru Rick, 61, author’s recollection from 2022

-7. Big Ron, 49

-8. Megan, 61

-9. Matt, 50

-10. Unplanned Interviews