Once upon a time, Liam Neeson’s white friend was savagely raped by a nigger.
Pardon. To rephrase: Once upon a time, Liam Neeson’s friend was savagely raped by a charismatic, badass, big-dick, athletic, articulate, morally superior black gentleman.
Upon hearing the news, Neesom was upset, which is a racist microaggression.
The racist then resolved to walk the streets of Niggerville at night, hoping to be attacked by charismatic, badass, big-dick, athletic, articulate, morally superior black gentlemen who never do anything besides try to survive peacefully while faced with the relentless white racism that happens all the time, everywhere, and explains everything.
Neeson was never attacked. So, as a non-nigger with an IQ above retarded, he went home and acted human.
Years later, for the nigger-mind-porn of Zionist media, Neeson modeled the appropriate white-guilt about his prior evil: admitting, and apologizing for, the anger he had felt towards the charismatic, badass, big-dick, athletic, articulate, morally superior black gentleman who violently raped his white friend.
Meanwhile, in Knockoutville, more than zero niggers heroically get their lives back together by pulling an “Eldridge Cleaver,” where you’re a black-power hero for raping lots of white women, getting jailed for it, then writing Soul On Ice, where you talk about having no remorse for raping white women—saying it is your right, as a nigger, for what someone else did to someone else.