Grandpa gave me a pocket watch for my birthday when I was in 2nd grade and someone took it when I wasnt looking during one of the very first classes at school the very next day. I never really let go of the bitterness- I feel exactly the same about it now as I did when I was a kid.
I know how the little man felt. I remember how I felt when I was young being transported to a place of ethereal beauty when I heard wonderful music. And it's definitely genetic.
Good microcosm of why nons will always be our enemies. They see things like this, and *feel* their inferiority at a gut level. Their lack of divinity. Their irreverence towards beauty. And no amount of self-effacing from "the good ones" among Whites can extinguish that burning bitterness towards us as a whole.
Beautiful baby, beautiful woman, beautiful music. It's really a wonderful metaphor with the negress in the video, tainting the natural ethnic order. By God we'll have our homes again.