🚨🇺🇸 Meanwhile in Nebraska
“I hope you guys can see this, but that is all ticks”
Holy crap - step out into the Countryside in this State and never eat Meat & Dairy again.
“The first person I see in this mall that looks white I’m killing”
“As long as she has blonde hair & blue eyes, she’s going to die” said Antiwhite Black killer & convicted rapist Phillip Grant.
Connie Russo-Carriero was killed simply for having WHITE skin & blonde hair.
Gripping a steak knife as he crouched in a parking garage stairwell, Phillip Grant was on a mission.
Grant was determined to start a race war & his devotion to his cause was such that he lurked in his hiding place for hours, watching and waiting for the right kind of victim to cross his path.
“The first person I see in this mall that looks white I’m killing,” Grant said in a videotaped confession that shocked the community of White Plains, New York. “As long as she has blonde hair & blue eyes, she was going to die.”
The woman he murdered on June 29 would have been the first of many, Grant boasted, if police hadn’t caught him so quickly.
“There are a lot of white people that really need to die, I don’t give a f— what public opinion is about that”.
“I have no remorse whatsoever because she was white” he told Police.
Grant expressed no remorse, except to lament that his race war had only one white casualty. “My only regret is that I don’t know anything about biological weapons” Grant said.
There are so many stories just like this. They have been hidden & suppressed until now.
They show a distinct pattern of behaviour & a clear motive.
Pure visceral blind hatred that is being fuel by Western governments, their institutions & via media.
Antiwhiteism is fatal.
R.I.P Connie 🤍🕊️
BREAKING: Dozens of Christians were massacred in Ethiopia over the course of the last week by Islamists.
Tens of thousands of Christians have been slaughtered by Islamists across Africa, and the world doesn’t seem to care.
🚨WHAT ON EARTH?!!!
A Catholic church in Columbus, OH had to SHUT DOWN its annual FAMILY FESTIVAL because a mob of "teens" turned it into a brawl.
Teens began punching each other and then ROBBED A CVS before they began jumping on cars to escape.
Over 10 people were arrested and 100+ cop cars from TWO DEPARTMENTS showed up.
This was a CHURCH fundraiser THAT WAS PLANNED ALL YEAR LONG FOR THE COMMUNITY!!!!!!!
A family event with carnival rides to support St. Catharine Parish and its SCHOOL.
And now?
The church has CANCELED the ENTIRE FESTIVAL for the rest of 2026.
A fundraiser for a Catholic school... GONE.
Because a mob of "teens" destroyed it and made it unsafe for everyone.
WE DO NOT HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS!!!!!!!
His name was Roddie Edmonds.
Most people had never heard of him.
A quiet Methodist from Knoxville, Tennessee. A husband. A father. A churchgoing man who came home from World War II, raised his family, and never once bragged about what he had done.
The world almost lost his story completely.
December 1944.
The Battle of the Bulge.
Roddie Edmonds had been on the Western Front less than a week when his unit was surrounded by German forces. Thousands of American soldiers were captured during Hitler’s final major offensive.
Edmonds became one of them.
What followed was brutal.
A forced march through freezing snow.
Men collapsing from exhaustion.
Packed into rail cars with almost no food or water.
Days of starvation and cold before arriving at Stalag IX-A, a German prison camp.
As the highest-ranking American noncommissioned officer there, Edmonds was responsible for 1,292 prisoners.
Then came the order.
All Jewish soldiers were to report separately the next morning.
Everyone understood what that meant.
Separation was not administration.
It was a death sentence.
That night, Edmonds gathered his men and gave a simple instruction:
“All of you. Every American. Outside in formation tomorrow morning.”
The next day, the German commandant arrived expecting a small group.
Instead, he found 1,292 American prisoners standing shoulder to shoulder.
Furious, he shouted:
“They cannot all be Jews!”
Roddie Edmonds answered with four words that would echo across history:
“We are all Jews here.”
The commandant pulled out a pistol and pressed it against Edmonds’s forehead.
He threatened to shoot him if he did not identify the Jewish soldiers immediately.
Edmonds never moved.
Instead, he calmly reminded the officer that under the Geneva Convention, prisoners only had to give their name, rank, and serial number.
Then he said this:
“If you shoot, you’ll have to shoot all of us. And when this war is over — which it nearly is — you’ll be tried as a war criminal.”
The commandant lowered the gun.
Turned around.
And walked away.
About 200 Jewish-American soldiers were saved that morning because one man refused to divide his men into categories worth protecting and categories worth surrendering.
But Edmonds wasn’t finished.
Weeks later, the Germans ordered the prisoners onto another forced march through the snow.
Edmonds knew many would die.
So he secretly told his men to make themselves appear too sick to travel — eat dirt, grass, whatever it took.
When the Germans came, the Americans stayed behind.
Nearly all the prisoners forced onto the march died.
Edmonds’s men survived to be liberated by General Patton’s forces in March 1945.
And then?
Roddie Edmonds came home and said almost nothing about it.
No speeches.
No interviews.
No book deals.
He worked. Went to church. Raised his children.
He died in 1985.
His family knew he had been a POW.
They had no idea he had saved hundreds of lives.
The truth only resurfaced decades later after his son discovered his wartime diary and began contacting survivors whose names were written inside.
Again and again, they told the same story.
The same frozen morning.
The same pistol.
The same four words.
“We are all Jews here.”
In 2015, Yad Vashem recognized Roddie Edmonds as “Righteous Among the Nations” — the first American soldier ever to receive the honor.
And in 2026, more than 80 years after that moment in the prison yard, his son accepted the Medal of Honor on his behalf.
No battlefield charge.
No dramatic explosion.
Just moral courage.
A man staring down a loaded gun and refusing to hand over his soldiers.
One survivor later said:
“That such people can exist gives you hope for humanity.”
They do exist.
Roddie Edmonds was one of them.
Ray Lambert had already been shot twice and blown up once before he ever set foot on Omaha Beach.
He had survived the invasion of North Africa in 1943. Then Sicily. Each time he had been wounded. Each time he had gone back. By June 6th, 1944, the 23-year-old Staff Sergeant and head medic of the 16th Infantry Regiment's 2nd Battalion was on his third invasion in two years. He had already won a Silver Star for running through German lines in North Africa to drag wounded men out.
He was not supposed to survive a third one.
Lambert landed in the first wave at Omaha Beach. Of the 31 men in his landing craft, only 7 survived the day. The other 24 were killed before they even reached the sand.
He started working immediately.
The first bullet hit his right arm and shattered the bone. He kept going. A second round tore through his right elbow as he was pulling a wounded soldier through the surf. He kept going. Something hit his leg and opened it down to the bone. He put a tourniquet on himself, injected himself with morphine from his own kit, and kept going.
He found a slab of concrete on the beach that offered a few inches of cover. He set up a treatment zone behind it, dragging men out of the water and working on them one by one under constant fire. That piece of concrete is still there today. People who visit Omaha Beach call it Ray's Rock.
Then a loose landing craft ramp swung loose in the surf and slammed into him. It broke his back.
He kept going.
Lambert lost count of how many men he treated. The official record credits him with saving at least 15 lives that morning. Other accounts say closer to two dozen. He worked until his body physically stopped, collapsing unconscious at the edge of the surf, bleeding from multiple wounds, his back broken, still in the water.
A doctor spotted him. A landing craft pulled him out.
Here is the part that does not feel real.
Lambert's brother, Euel, had also been wounded at Normandy that day. The two brothers were loaded onto the same evacuation landing craft. They were placed in the same wheeled ambulance. They were taken to the same tent hospital in England. They were brought into the same operating room at the same time.
Lambert spent almost a full year recovering before he could walk properly again.
He went home. He lived quietly for decades, rarely talking about what happened. In 2019, at the age of 98, he went back to Normandy and stood on the beach again. He published a memoir called Every Man a Hero. It became a New York Times bestseller.
In 2021, Ray Lambert died peacefully at home. He was 100 years old.
He had three invasions, four serious wounds, a broken back, a Silver Star, multiple Bronze Stars, multiple Purple Hearts, and two dozen men who came home because he refused to stop moving on the worst morning in American military history.
Today is June 6th.
Remember him.