BY BEN PENSANT ‘I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character’ Martin Luther King, August 28, 1963. As any proponent of identity politics and cultural Marxism knows all too well, the above quote is a load of shit. Dreams are dangerous. Since joining the … Continue reading Some Of My Best Friends Aren’t Black