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The black Labrador had belonged to Wing Commander Guy Gibson, and served as the mascot of the 617 Squadron. The dog, named N****r, was known for drinking copious amounts of beer with the RAF pilots.If the RT journalist is so outraged by the cancel culture, why won't the RT journalist say 'Nigger'?....[Link]
Dunno, I've never seen one.Than you missed something... the posterchild of a pathetic absence of realism in "war hero" propaganda movies. Twenty enemy around him at less then 30 yds, each shooting with a AK-47, and all of them miss. Just not Rambo.
They can't make black and white films anymore.In fact, I saw a quite decent one recently, mostly B&W, and Estonian with subtitles. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November_(2017_film)
The "House of Winsor" is German"Windsor".
The "House of Winsor" is German and were pro German during the war!From the Sachsen-Coburg house. If they are German is a different matter.
The Russians did accept and welcome many Black Communists who were persecuted or blacklisted during the McCarthy era but of course they were communists.The communists were at least equal racist.
From the Sachsen-Coburg house. If they are German is a different matter.A good point, especially since Germany, like many countries, hasn't actually been a country for all that long.
It was the RAF that fire bombed Dresden unnecessarily burning millions alive. Calling a dog Nigger in those days was just another aspect of the racist attitudes that prevailed in members of their class.Say that again in German. LOL.
And they wandered inRC
From the city of St. John (San Juan)
Without a dime
Wearing coats that shined
Both red and green
Colors from their sunny island
From their boats of iron
They looked upon the promised land
Where surely life was sweet
On the rising tide
To New York City
Did they ride into the street
See the glory
Of the royal scam They are hounded down
To the bottom of a bad town
Amid the ruins
Where they learn to fear
An angry race of fallen kings
Their dark companions (blacks)
While the memory of
Their southern sky was clouded by
A savage winter
Every patron saint
Hung on the wall, shared the room
With twenty sinners See the glory
Of the royal scam By the blackened wall
He does it all
He thinks he's died and gone to heaven
Now the tale is told
By the old man back home
He reads the letter
How they are paid in gold
Just to babble in the back room
All night and waste their time
And they wandered in
From the city of St. John without a dime
See the glory Of the royal scam
What then would or could the brats have done?
R.C.