Lonely Old Man’s Death Could Be the Death of White America
by Jeff Davis
Vince Ricardo, an elderly Italian immigrant, died alone in his apartment. If he had any children, none of them made a serious effort to contact him for over a year. For all the money the government takes from us, not one health care worker stopped by his apartment to check on him. Vince no doubt spent his life voting Democrat or Republican, and all he got was a tiny apartment and a multi-racial society that couldn’t care less if one more old White person passed away.
According to a Reuters news article “Police called to a Long Island man’s house discovered the mummified remains of the resident, dead for more than a year, sitting in front of a blaring television set. The 70-year-old Hampton Bays, New York, resident, identified as Vincenzo Ricardo, appeared to have died of natural causes. Police said on Saturday his body was discovered on Thursday when they were called to the house over a burst water pipe.”
The article continues, “‘You could see his face. He still had hair on his head,’ Newsday quoted morgue assistant Jeff Bacchus as saying. The home’s low humidity had preserved the body. Officials could not explain why the electricity had not been turned off, considering Ricardo had not been heard from since December 2005. Neighbors said when they had not seen Ricardo, who was diabetic and had been blind for years, they assumed he was in the hospital or a long-term care facility.” The poor old man apparently couldn’t even see the screen of the TV he died in front of…although, on second thought, maybe that was a blessing in disguise.
An old blind man dies alone in front of his television, the only company he has probably known for many years. It’s not clear if he ever had a family. He may have gone through a bitter, angry divorce. His children may have become estranged from him –possibly turning Gay or marrying outside their race. Maybe the children saw no reason to call their dad on the phone because he didn’t have any fortune for them to inherit. Or he may have seen the direction America was headed and decided not to have kids. Any of these cases is sad and all too common.
No one cared enough to check on him to see if he’s all right, and so for fourteen months his corpse sat rotting away on the sofa. A year of the Simpsons and Anna Nicole Smith and Britney Spears and blacks bouncing balls, and, mentioned almost in passing, the madness of a stupid and pointless war in Iraq. In the balmy spring and the heat of summer, in the crisp air of autumn and the snows of winter, the corpse of an old man sat there mummifying, unknown, unnoticed, forgotten long before he died. Vince Ricardo is a metaphor for White America. We live in front of the TV and we die in front of the TV.
The White society of the 1950s is long dead. 90 percent of White families back then owned houses, NOT condos or apartments or town-houses. Only ten percent of America was non-White. Taxes were low and divorce was something that happened in Hollywood, not the real world. It was not uncommon for one White family to have a barbeque on the weekend and to invite over all their neighbors. Today, the ethnic stew living down the corridor of the apartment complex keeps to itself. Very few people really know their neighbors, let alone socialize with them. Everyone has multiple locks on the door to keep the gang bangers from doing a home invasion robbery and it’s not unusual to find people who never answer their door –and for good reason.
Vince Ricardo was probably a good productive worker all his life. America thanked him by flooding his neighborhood with non-Whites and creating a society where an old White man can die alone and totally neglected. The same fate is awaiting all of White America. If we fail to organize and turn America around from the precipice of racial destruction, we will die just as sadly, We will become old White individuals surrounded by a sea of brown and black people, who resent our presence. We might not be fortunate enough to die peacefully in front of our TVs. Instead, a Jamaican immigrant or some angry lesbian may decide to suffocate us with a pillow in a nursing home. That is the future looming before us as long as we sit in front of our TVs and do nothing to change things.