While on a family outing with her toddler at Soldier’s Field Memorial Park in Rochester, Minnesota, Shiloh Hendrix saw a child rifling through her belongings, and trying to take off with her son’s diaper bag. After the incident, in which she had to retrieve her belongings from the half-pint thief, she was recorded using the N-word. The confrontation was captured on video by Sharmake Omar, a Somali migrant, which then went viral, amassing millions of views across platforms like TikTok, X, and Reddit. The footage shows Hendrix admitting to using the slur, justifying it by saying, “If that’s what he’s going to act like,” and repeating the term multiple times when challenged by Omar. She also allegedly made derogatory remarks about Omar and his wife, suggesting they were a burden on the welfare system.
The Rochester Police Department is investigating, with no charges filed as of yet. I presume they’re busy trying to find a loophole in the First Amendment. Obviously, they aren’t investigating the theft, because that’s just not something the police investigate much in Rochester. The growing migrant crime problem means that Rochester PD has to focus on “real crime,” like racial slurs.
The city condemned the incident, emphasizing its commitment to “inclusive public spaces.” The child’s parents, who are Somali immigrants, expressed support for legal action, according to Omar, who knows the family. The family claims the boy has autism and is receiving services at taxpayer expense. Of course, these days, what kid doesn’t have autism?
Hendrix quickly launched a crowdfunding campaign on GiveSendGo, a Christian fundraising platform, titled “Help Me Protect My Family.” Her Social Security number, address, and phone number were leaked, and her family faced “extreme” online threats, forcing her eldest child to potentially leave school. Initially seeking $50,000, the fundraiser ballooned to over $600,000 by May 4, with a new goal of $1 million.
Given that Omar (the man who filmed the incident) had a criminal history, Hendrix does indeed have something to worry about. In 2022, Omar was charged with third and fifth degree sexual assault on a minor. The teenage girl was kidnapped, had her shoes removed to keep her from running away, was starved and sleep deprived. The charges were later inexplicably dismissed due to the “interest of justice.” It was a Soros D.A. who dropped the criminal charges. He was also convicted in 2020 of “disorderly conduct” after original charges for assault and pulling a weapon on a minor were plead-down.
The viral video of Hendrix using the slur triggered widespread doxxing attempts, with Hendrix’s personal information circulating on social media. Critics, including local NAACP President Wale Elegbede, condemned her actions as “despicable” and demanded legal consequences, calling her fundraising efforts “abhorrent.” The Rochester NAACP launched a counter-fundraiser for the child, raising over $182,000 toward a $250,000 goal to support legal advocacy and anti-racism initiatives.
Meanwhile, NeoCon establishment conservatives like James Lindsay have blamed “MAGA” for growing white supremacy, and countless hordes on X are claiming that the fundraising haul of Hendrix proves that America is racist.
But what does it really mean?
EMPATHY IS A TWO-WAY STREET
So here is a dutiful mom, sitting on a bench, watching her 18-month-old son giggle as he toddles near the playground. She is exhausted but content, her rare day off, spent cherishing these fleeting moments with her boy. Her life is a relentless juggle ubiquitous to a modern, humble life, busy trying to provide her son everything he needs. The diaper bag beside her, packed with diapers, snacks, and a cherished stuffed bear, represents more than just essentials—it’s a testament to her hard-earned provision, bought with sweat and sacrifice.
When she discovers a child rifling through it, taking items, her world tilts. The violation, the anger, the raw sense of injustice that follows are not just understandable but deeply human, rooted in her love for her son and the precarious balance of her life as a working mom.
Every item in that diaper bag was budgeted meticulously: the $15 pack of diapers, the $5 box of Goldfish crackers, the $10 stuffed bear her son clings to at night. These aren’t just things; they’re symbols of her grind, her ability to provide despite the odds. As a mom, she carries the weight of a parent, her love for her son fierce and all-consuming. She’s missed his first steps to work overtime, stayed up late sewing his torn clothes, and skipped meals to ensure he eats. That diaper bag, slung over her shoulder daily, is her lifeline, a portable piece of their home.
When Shiloh notices a child—perhaps unaware, perhaps not—digging through the bag, pulling out the bear and scattering snacks, her heart lurches. It’s not just the loss of items, though each one stings; it’s the intrusion into her carefully curated world. That bag, left briefly by her side as she chased her son’s runaway ball, was her trust in the park’s safety, in the unspoken social contract of a community space. To see it violated feels like a personal attack, a thief reaching into her life and taking what she’s bled for. The snacks, now ruined, were her son’s comfort for the afternoon; the bear, now gone, was his anchor during restless nights. She imagines her son’s tears later, his small hands reaching for a toy that’s no longer there, and the thought is unbearable.
The anger that surges is visceral, primal. She isn’t just mad at the child—she’s mad at the world that makes her life so fragile, where a single disruption can unravel her plans. This moment at the park, where her son’s belongings are taken, feels like one injustice too many. It’s not about the child’s intent or circumstances; it’s about the violation of her space, her effort, her love. She feels exposed, as if her struggle—kept private through sheer will—is now laid bare for strangers to trample. The park, meant to be a sanctuary, becomes a battleground where her dignity is at stake.
From Shiloh’s perspective, the anger is not just about the act but the ripple effects. Replacing those items means dipping into her grocery budget, maybe skipping a utility payment. The violation cuts deeper because it’s personal: someone touched her son’s things, her things, without permission. It’s a breach of trust that echoes every time she’s felt powerless—at work, in her apartment, in a world that seems to demand more than she can give. She might imagine confronting the child’s guardian, her voice shaking not just with rage but with the weight of every sacrifice she’s made to keep her son safe and happy.
This anger is compounded by guilt. Shiloh knows she should stay calm, model grace for her son, but the heat of the moment overwhelms her. She’s human, not a saint, and the pressure of her life makes restraint feel impossible. She snapped, said something she regreted, because in that instant, the theft felt like an attack on her motherhood itself. She’s fought so hard to give her son a good life, to shield him from the chaos of her own childhood, and now that effort feels mocked by a thief.
Her anger, then, is not just understandable but relatable. Any parent who’s felt the sting of seeing their child’s safety or comfort threatened can imagine her fury. Any worker who’s clawed their way through low wages and long hours can feel her frustration at losing what little they’ve earned. And any mother who’s poured her soul into her child can grasp the violation of having that love disregarded. Sarah’s reaction, even if it veers into excess, is rooted in a universal truth: when you’ve given everything to protect someone you love, any threat to that effort feels like a wound.
Empathizing with her means seeing her not as a villain but as a mother, flawed and fierce, whose love for her son fuels both her strength and her breaking points. Her story, set against the ordinary backdrop of a park, is a reminder of the extraordinary weight carried by working moms everywhere, whose every day is a fight to hold on to what matters most.
Does this seem a bit much? Too much empathy? A bit ridiculous level of emotional special pleading? This is the type of garbage we have to hear every day from the other side, insisting we empathize with a black teen who stabbed a white teenager in the heart and left him to bleed to death at a track meet. This is the type of empathy expected of us for George Floyd, Michael Brown, Trayvon Martin, or a hundred other leftist celebrity martyrs who the world is inarguably better without.
BUT EMPATHY IS UNBIBLICAL AND STUFF
You see, that’s how empathy works. It puts yourself in the shoes of the offended (or the offender) to emote with them, which blinds you to simple rights and wrongs. Right and wrong, or morality and immorality, is not determined by emotionalism; it’s determined by the Word of God. And the Word of God would probably have us bite our tongue toward the child, who was apparently raised poorly.
You see, the Biblical reality is that the child’s father should have been (if guilty of sexually assaulting a minor) should have been introduced to a tall tree and a short piece of rope, and not left free to raise his own child or - God forbid - be around the minor children of others in the public park. And this poor kid, raised to steal like a Thai long-tailed macaque, should be pitied while it still make since to pity him, before he too grows up to become yet another inner-city criminal who is using Heritage Americans like cash cows.
Biblical reality is also clear that the tongue should be guarded. And yet, the same Bible also has no such sin category of “racial slur” or “certain words you can’t say” because someone, somewhere, decided that past historic grievances means you just can’t say them. I’m watching otherwise relatively sound Biblical thinkers on X act as though the n-word is of greater Biblical prohibition and sin grievance than blasphemy, as though it was some kind of eleventh commandment and by committing it, one indicates they’re a reprobate out of bounds of forgiveness or something. It’s really bizarre we live in an age where Christians smirk at immodesty, or shirk at homosexuality, and swoon onto our fainting couches over a word we’ve collectively decided is naughty (and think nothing of taking Christ’s name in vain).
And oddly enough, those Christians so quick to condemn Hendrix to hell are the ones who preach to us the virtue of empathy.
Hendrix’s “sin”—using a racial slur—is undeniably inappropriate, particularly against a child, even if the child has been trained to pickpocket at the park. However, the context provided in her fundraiser and echoed by supporters paints a picture that resonates with many: a stressed mother, already managing a toddler, confronted with a child disrupting her belongings. While her response was unfortunate, it struck a chord with those who have felt overwhelmed or made regrettable mistakes under pressure. On X, users like @greggers1868 noted that “people aren’t donating because they hate Black kids; they see a mom who snapped and now her life’s ruined.”
THE FUNDRAISER SHOWS THAT HERITAGE AMERICANS HAVE HAD ENOUGH
Many are empathetic to Hendrix’s plight, which is the plight of a woman no longer at home in her own community. Reports indicate the child was with a group of Somali migrant children (which explains why he was accompanied by Omar, the alleged sexual predator for Somalia). Rochester, Minnesota, has a sky-rocketing Somali population, which hosts the largest Somali community in the United States. Estimates from various sources indicate that Minnesota is home to between 80,000 and 86,610 Somalis, with Rochester being a notable hub. The Somali community in Rochester has become one of the most problematic cultural groups in the region, with organizations like the Rochester Somali Community Center (RSCC), founded in 2023, working to “support integration and self-sufficiency” (which means they aren’t assimilating, and they are draining the social welfare system).
But many are also empathetic to a mom who works hard for her money, who is not inundated with calls for financial support because no NGOs exist to aid Heritage Americans, watching a child trained to steal, rifle through her son’s diaper bag, see something he wanted, take it out of the bag, and then run off with it.
The influx of migrants into our country has unleashed a tidal wave of crime that’s tearing apart our communities and overwhelming law enforcement. Just look at the chaos in our inner cities, where migrant shelters have become breeding grounds for violence, theft, and gang activity. Police reports from 2023 show migrants tied to brazen assaults, shoplifting sprees, and even organized crime rings like Venezuela’s Tren de Aragua, which has brought drug trafficking and extortion to our streets.
A neighborhood in Minneapolis, often dubbed "Little Mogadishu" due to its large Somali population, has become a flashpoint for concerns about migrant-driven crime. With an estimated 50,000 to 100,000 Somalis in Minnesota, primarily concentrated in this area, the neighborhood is a hub of criminal activity. Somali migrants, particularly young men, contribute disproportionately to violent and property crimes, driven by gang rivalries, cultural disconnection, and lax immigration policies.
Statistically, a 2019 report from the Tennessee Star claimed a 56% increase in violent crimes in this Somali community from 2010 to 2018, with violent incidents rising from 54 to 84, attributed largely to Somali gangs like the Somali Mafia, Somali Outlaws, Hot Boyz, and Madhibaan with Attitude. Another source noted 97 violent crimes in 2019, including aggravated assaults and robberies, linked to gang activity and an influx of Somali migrants.
And now, in this environment of fear - of not being able to go to the park her taxes paid for without a hood urchin rifling through her stuff and taking her sons’ belongings - Shiloh Hendrix lost her temper. Given that her life will likely never be the same because a loud-mouthed Somali was on the other end of the recording device, and you can see why average and ordinary Americans would help her out.
THEY ASKED FOR IT
Young Heritage Americans have watched our neighborhoods become unliveable. We’ve watched our communities be burned by rioters. We’ve watched marches in the streets, torching police cars and churches and police stations and local businesses. We’ve watched them prosecute teenage boys for “murder,” when they defended their own lives amidst these riots, against pedophiles and looters who - on video - were trying to kill them. They watched black celebrities ranging from television actors to NASCAR drivers (and countless others) manufacturer fake “hate crimes” while white people - at large - were considered guilty until proven innocent. Young Heritage Americans were taught in schools that they were guilty for no reason other than being white, that they had privilege due to nothing but their skin color, and they had to accept that as fact and mourn their own race or else they were part of the problem.
The Nashville School shooter wasn’t just trying to kill Christians, but suffered from white guilt, with her journals showing her lamenting not just her gender, but her skin color. Our youth have been taught to loathe themselves and hate their ancestors, just because of the color of their skin. Young Heritage Americans have watched as they were turned down for admission to college, or unapproved for grants, or rejected from jobs because of the color of their skin.
They’ve watched as even churches and Bible colleges and parachurch ministries have thrown conferences only for “people of color.” They’ve watched municipal governments advertise Christmas parties only for “minorities.” They’ve seen each and every race, ethnicity, and minority group be celebrated with their own day or month, except for their own. They perceive themselves as second class citizens in the very country their ancestors built.
Simply put, they’ve had enough. White people in the United States - especially young ones - have seen guilt, shame, and sacrifice be placed upon them while only smiles and nods have been demanded in return. It is their duty to be second-class, and they have to daily deal with the reminder that no one really cares about them. All the while, they are told they cannot acknowledge what the statistics or their own eyeballs prove is true; there is a crime problem in certain minority communities (particularly black and/or non-Asian and non-European migrant) that is greater than in their own. There is a fatherlessness problem in certain minority communities that is greater than their own. There is a theft and shoplifting problem in certain minority communities that is greater than their own. There is violent crime epidemic in certain minority communities that is greater than in their own. There is a graffiti and littering problem in certain communities that is greater than in their own.
We all know this, and yet are afraid to say it. The best places to live in America, the safest places to raise our kids, the prettiest, cleanest places to spend our time, the most polite and kindest places to live our lives in this great country, are places that are homogenously Heritage American. And even the bleeding-heart leftist knows this, because when they get the opportunity, they move as far away from urban centers as they can, and it’s not because they love the suburbs…it’s because of who lives in the inner city or migrant hotbeds and like everyone else with common sense and the means to do so, they flee from them.
There are only two reasons for this. The first reason is because these communities of black and migrant people are ontologically inferior. In other words, they are inferior in their innate worth because God made them so. The second reason is much more complicated, and possible answers range from the government incentivizing irresponsibility by subsidizing laziness, to the destruction of the nuclear family and rampant fatherlessness due to the welfare state, to the lack of Bible-teaching churches who preach something besides Liberation Theology, to the “soft bigotry of lowered expectations.”
The latter has a million possible answers, or a combination thereof, that might explain why some cultures will be the ones most likely to answer their phone mid-movie in a crowded theatre, organize youth shoplifting flash-mobs, or kill each other at alarming rates in drive-by shootings. But these answers all require acknowledging there is a problem, and that the problem isn’t white people.
The former is simplistic, and easy, and ugly. And it’s theologically untenable. But this is the answer you’re 100% going to get from white Americans if they’re not allowed to acknowledge a problem exists without calling them racists, or if you expect them to blame themselves for the mess that other ethnic groups are making of society.
By calling us racist no matter what, and by blaming us for the actions of our victimizers, you’re going to get the middle-finger, n-word ugliness of people who figure you’re just going to call us racist anyway. By preventing much-needed discussions on race, you’re actually incentivizing Heritage Americans to just pick the simplist, laziness answer for this problem.
HUMAN FRAILTY
The fact is, humans are clan-oriented, and always have been. No matter how cosmopolitan we appear, humans - all of us - have a tribe of one kind or another. This is at the very heart of the liberal social experiment, trying to destroy this natural order by leftist cunning; destroying the nuclear family. This is the entire purpose of the social agenda of the United Nations, the Post-War Consensus, the Democrat Party, the American public education system, mass media, and the humanist religion.
In order to receive the total adoration and loyalty of the masses, the powers and principalities in high places must destroy natural bonds. Despotic rulers have always recognized this. The Ordo Amoris must be broken in order to make the state the apple of our eye, and receive our greatest affections.
This is the purpose of homosexual propaganda. This is the purpose of no-fault divorce. This is the purpose of feminism. This is the purpose of the U.N. Convention on the Rights of the Child. This is the purpose of an intrusive child welfare system. This is the purpose of the Public School System. This is the purpose of most Satan-inspired women’s ministries. It is all designed to sever the God-created bonds of the natural Order of Affection. Women must see themselves as not really bonded to their husband, children to their parents (or parents to their children), and last but not least, citizens to their country. All such natural affection must be broken as old, antiquated, archaic institutions so that no other bond exists than that of serfs to the state (the gods of our age).
But the thing is, these things can’t be broken because God created them. Just as children raised the wrong gender by Dr. Money back in the day, the natural impulse cannot be undone. Just as dandelions will eventually grow from cracks in the cement, nature will find a way. And this is true for the bonds of ethnicity as well.
My point is this; no matter how much we sing John Lennon’s Imagine, or consider ourselves beyond ethnic affinity, when people feel pressed - or oppressed - because of their ethnicity, skin color, or race, most will (whether they like it or not) choose a side if you make them. And frankly, white people in the civilized world have felt for several generations that our penance for slavery is reaching its breaking point. We are feeling stretched beyond our limit at the level of crime and filth that we have to endure with smiles on our faces to receive the accolades of open-mindedness. The cost of being bequeathed as “one of the good ones” - chiefly, tolerating our communities and pocketbooks being pilfered by uncivilized brigands, our daughters assaulted, our children neglected or made to feel ashamed, has reached its limit.
We’ve been told that the Anglo Saxon conquered cultures, ruled over nations, razed civilizations, colonized continents, and exploited the world’s resources for our own vice and vanity. We’ve been told that never in the history of man has there ever been a people as vicious conquerers as the white race. We are, at least in the last 50 years of the world’s story-telling, the great antagonist of every tale.
I suppose some of that is true. The Anglo Saxon does indeed build empires and vanquish foes with skillful efficiency (and I would argue the world is largely better for it). But that said, expecting Heritage Americans to watch our diaper bags in the park be pilfered by migrants from third-world nations forever, as though it’s some kind of tax we have to pay for the privilege of sharing space with people living off of our kindness, is an unrealistic expectation. Our generosity has limits.
It’s easy to look at Shiloh Hendrix as just an anecdote in white supremacy, with a virtue-signaling condemnation that might earn you some political brownie points, an opportunity for Democrats to say ‘I told you so’ or for Republicans to distance themselves from the alt-right. But that would be a mistake, because Shiloh Hendrix isn’t an anecdote. She’s an example of just one of countless millions of Americans who are fed up to the point that they’re willing to sacrifice credentials as a “good person” in order to vent their pent up frustration…a frustration that is at a boiling point, and is about to overflow.
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