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Amphibious Aliens: Debunking The Atwater Family's Alien Abduction Hoax with more then 30MILLION reads since 2007 and The GoldenEagle: Debunking Stephen King's World's Most Haunted Car Hoax with over tenMILLION reads since 2007 still rank as the two most visited articles on my website, but, neither of those are writing related.

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EelKat on racist white readers

By EelKat Wendy C Allen

Author of Cozy & Gothic Fantasy, Sweet/Fluffy M/M Furry Romance, Cosmic Horror, Space Opera, & Literary SoL genres. I write Elves, Fae, Unicorns, & Demons.

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  • I actually think it's better to just go ahead and mention their race. A lot of readers (particularly white ones) tend to assume characters are white by default, and (sometimes willfully) ignore hints that they're not. For example, Rue from The Hunger Games was explicitly described as dark skinned, but a lot of readers still pictured her as white, to the point of getting angry that she was "changed" to be black in the film. I guess they thought she was just tan. So, if you want it to be clear, give them something they can't ignore.

No... even when you flat out tell them the character is black, they still ignore it.

I write a long running series... the 2 main characters are described as "Persian" and "Scottish".

The series is set in 900s, you know, 500 years before the white Celts invaded Alba(Scotland) and mass genocide murdered the native Pictish tribes.

Throughout the entire series, in every single novel, the Scottish man is described as:

  • a tribal king/clan king
  • dark skin
  • black eyes
  • having ropes of wooly black hair/dreadlocks/fairy locks
  • only 5 feet 1 inch tall
  • he constantly makes anti-white statements like "of course they did that, they're white what do you expect"

The series features time travel. In novel #22 of the series, they end up in the American Civil War, in the South (state not said). They fall out of a portal and land in a battlefield, full of grey uniformed soldiers, who immediately take them both prisoner, accusing one man of being an escaped slave and the other of being a black sympathizer smuggling slaves to the North.

In the weeks following the release of the book, my email was filled with hundreds of hate emails from readers of the series who were enraged to learn that there was a black character. 97% of all copies sold to America were returned. I received nearly 200 hate emails informing me that I was a "n-loving cracker" (even though I am myself not white, LOL!) and they would never read a book by me again, because they NEVER read books "for black people"

They were enraged and infuriated, by the fact that I suddenly "changed his race".

Dozens of emails proclaimed there was no such thing as a "black Scotsmen", even though the reality is there is no such thing as a white Scotsmen, as any white skinned Scotsman is nothing but a Celt - a descendant of the murderers of the Native tribes of Scotland who were black and almost pygmy hieght. (I am myself a very short, non-white Scotsman of Pictish descent.)

I suppose that taught me that the average white American knows nothing about Scotland or Scottish history.

I suppose, however the most ironic thing of all of this, is that the character in question is also by race, a Unicorn.


A unicorn.

As in a horse.

With 4 legs.

Pointy fluffy ears.

And a shiny horn on his head.

Yes. A little black pony.

That's right... he's NOT a Human.

Their hatred of black people was that bad, that they flipped out over a freaking black HORSE.

In addition to describing him:

  • a tribal king/clan king
  • dark skin
  • black eyes
  • having ropes of wooly black hair/dreadlocks/fairy locks

... he is also described as:

  • covered in shaggy black fur, now turned grey
  • 4 knobby legs, that ended with sharp talons instead of hooves
  • his tail and mane, once braided long ago by some Human, now grow in long matted ropes, stuck full of twigs, moss and mud
  • a chubby little pony, with an old sway back
  • a small shaggy pony, only the size of a goat
  • an old grey stallion, now blind with age
  • his fur grown thick and fluffy, in desperate want of brushing

Yes, dear readers, the White Powers of America, hate black people, black HUMANS, so much, that not only did they not notice King Gwallmaiic was black, they also failed to notice, he was a horse.

Here, have a scene from the novel in question:

The Scene From The Cover Art...

The commander laughed. A few of the soldiers laughed nervously with him.

"Do we have reason to fear THIS?" The officer said to his men, while pointing to the cowering Elf.

"Him Necromancer, did ya forget that?"

"Look at him. He's so scared, he can't even stand up."

"Him control Liches. Him built Lich Lords. I commander of Lich Lords. Him commander of me."

"That Elf is a coward."

"Aye, but he no Elf. Him Thullid Di'Jinn un ain't nothing to be more feared then a fearfully terrified Thullid with power to control the dead."

"He can't even control his own fears."

"Ya wrong. Him just can no watch the bloodshed. Him can no watch ya wee little men die. Him faint at sight of blood. Him need to stay wake to control us dead."

Unicorn pointed to the field behind the soldiers.

The Humans looked to see what the Lich's boney finger pointed to and saw the bodies of their fallen comrades rising up. The dead of both sides stood and walked, lumbering mindlessly towards the army.

More frightening to the men then the dead soldiers rising, however, were the dead animals also rising. While the dead soldiers rising were hundreds, the dead animals rising were thousands. Tens of thousands. Skeletal deer bounding from the forest along side mountain lions and bear. Small animals. Big animals. Insects. Birds. Plants. Trees.

It bothered Unicorn the addition of so many animals among the dead. That animals rose up as well was not unusual, but for so many, that was unusual. Even more unusual was that the entire forest seemed to be marching forward. Unicorn told himself it was an optical illusion, but he knew it was not. Thousands of massive dead pines, tall oaks, and stately maples were now uprooted and marching forward. It bothered Unicorn that so much death of so many species existed in this place. He shook the thought from his head and turned back to the commander before him.

"Him most powerful Necromancer world ever know un ya bout to be food to brain eating nzambi."

The dead nzambi devoured the living who crossed their path. A pell mell of soldiers suddenly began running from the herd of mindless dead walking towards them.

Terror filled the heart of the commander, as he realized too late the true power of the Necromancer and the real reason why Quaraun was kneeling on the ground with his hands over his face.

"Kill him! You cowards. Shoot the Necromancer!"

No one was listening.

"Come back here! Kill the Necromancer and you'll kill the undead."

The soldiers were not listening, they were too busy running.

The commander grabbed a gun and turned on Quaraun, aiming to fire.

"Ya'll not kill me Elf," The Elf Eater roared as a whirlwind of ice shards rose up around the commander, stabbing through his body and instantly freezing him solid. The Lich waved his hand and the ice statue shattered to millions of crystals, then melted away into the ground, and with that the commander was no more. Where the ice had melted, strange blue crystal-like flowers began popping up out of the ground. All around them, the dry blades of grass solidified as they too turned into crystal shards. Soldiers ran screaming in deathly terror from the tiny crystal flowers. The soldiers who came into contact with the shards, went into panicked frenzies, screaming hysterically, running after the others begging them to help them.

The Elf Eater lighted back down to the ground, then transformed back into his solid flesh form, and knelt over the frighted Elf, hugging him and kissing his face.

"Shhhh, it be alright now. Let them go. They will no hurt ya now. The evil one is dead, his men will not fight us. Release their dead. Come. We leave. Let their dead be dead again, eh?"

Unicorn took the Elf's trembling hand and pulled him up. Slowly Quaraun stood up and looked around at the frightened Humans running in terror from the army of undead soldiers. Quaraun closed his eyes, then opened them again and instantly the undead fell where they were, once again dead. The soldiers stopped running and stared in terror at the pink Necromancer.

"I'm not evil," Quaraun said to the soldiers. "It was not my wish to hurt you. He wanted me to kill men I had no reason to kill. This is not my war. I just wanted to go home. He wouldn't let me leave. I'm sorry. This was the only way he'd let me go."

Quaraun and his pet Lich walked out of the field. No one tried to stop them. Unicorn turned into a Unicorn skeleton and stopped to skewer a few severed heads on his horn, then trotted along behind his Necromancer.

Quaraun stopped and waited for the Lichicorn to catch up with him.

"What?" The skeletal horse asked.

"Do you really have to do that?"

"Aye. I does."


"I is Lich with gingerbread house made of skulls, me always need more heads to add to me collection."

"Of course you do," Quaraun said sarcastically. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because yis stupid Elf with no brain in head."



"You know what."

"But it true. Jellyfish ate ya wee little brain. Ya gots hollow skull."

"Thank you for reminding me."

"Yis welcome."

"I was being sarcastic."

"I knows, eh?"

Quaraun and Unicorn left the battlefield. They did not look back and were oblivious to the nightmare unfolding as the blue crystal flowers multiplied rapidly, over taking the soldiers, who now fell to the ground screaming, as their bodies likewise turned into crystal. Soon the entire field was a single solid piece of blue quartz, with the fleeing soldiers frozen forever, encased in their crystal graves.

~From "GhoulSpawn & The Lich Lord's Lover"

(Volume 22 of The Quaraun Series)

Many of the readers emails pointed out Unicorn's broken English, in their rants of nigger hating white power, calling him "a stupid illiterate black man".

Notice that Unicorn is Scottish and is speaking ACTUAL Scottish English. (My native language. The language I actually speak myself). 

Notice how they jumped to false conclusions of who and what he was, based off their own bigoted images of black people.

They assumed that his speaking Scottish english equaled his being illiterate. And in their minds black man = illiterate, so anyone deemed illiterate, MUST therefore also be a black man. Their immediate assumption that he MUST be a black man, based of his broken English alone, says a lot of the mind set of the average white American and how they view those around them.

Their bigoted notion was "proven" to them, when a drunk Confederate soldier, mistook a black horse for an escaped slave, and called him "a niggah black as tar, blackest damed niggah I ever did see".

They got their panties in a black hating knot, over a black horse.

This scene, where the Necromancer rescues his black unicorn from the white supremacist soldiers, by killing said white power bigots, is the scene that pissed off readers most of all. They raved and ranted and railed on the evils of a black man killing the white soldiers.


It is Quaraun... the Albino  Elf  Wizard, a white man, (a transvestite) who killed the racist white soldiers, who had tried to kill his black HORSE.

But then, Quaraun is not a Human, so, he's not a white man either.

Of course, The Ku Klux Klan doesn't take physical skin pigmentation into consideration either, considering I am physically whiter then the tan-brown skinned KKK members who live n Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

Yet, they say I am not white.

Thus they blew up my house with a bomb, left a big white cross in my yard, filled my motorhome with feces, cut my cats' heads off, cut my car in half, and beat me up leaving my crippled for the rest of my life.

I'm physically whiter then the white sheets they wear.

But, according to them, I'm not white.

Go figure.

By their fruits, ye shall know them, for no good fruit can come from a bad tree. Like the Master they serve, they come to kill, steal, and destroy. There is no light in them. They can not spread love, peace, and joy to others, for they have no love, peace, or joy in their own souls.

Ask yourselves this: what type of person cuts a cat's head off and nails it to a door? Does that sound like a good or God fearing person to you? And yet, the Ku Klux Klan, a religious organization, a branch of the Baptist Church... do exactly that, and they do it in the name of Jesus, a non-white Jew, which makes no sense to me at all, but, who can understand the mind of a mad man?

Like the local KKK, the haters in my email, were infuriated over coloured people, in places where there were no coloured people at all.

Which tells me that they are so full of hate, that they are just going around, out of their way, to try to find things to hate, with the intention of hating on them.

Rather small minded thing to do if you ask me. 

I can't understand why someone would want to live their life like that, but it's what some people just WANT to do.

They were upset over the fact that a black man had defended himself against being murdered by white supremacists! 

(Even though that is not what had actually happened at all. What they thought they had read, and what I had actually written, were in fact to very different things!)

Behold, the power of the words "niggah" and "slave".

When a drunk Confederate soldier, in a novel, mistook a black horse for an escaped slave... and resulted in 97% of all books sold in America, to be returned, and many hundreds of white power hate letters to be sent to the author's email, calling her a "nigger loving cracker"... because she wrote about a black, Scottish Unicorn - a horse with a horn.

And with him on the cover of nearly every single novel too!

Here... here are a FEW of the 130+ covers in the series... see him there on the cover...

    Oh well.
    It goes back to the same thing I already said: it's small minded, hateful people going out of their way looking for things to hate, because they are evil, hate filled people who only know how to hate.
  • I actually think it's better to just go ahead and mention their race. A lot of readers (particularly white ones) tend to assume characters are white by default, and (sometimes willfully) ignore hints that they're not.

I DID mention race, AND also DID describe skin color, AND I also DID describe physical features, AND he is a character who does NOT like white people and his dialogue is filled with constant, incredibly racist, very anti-white statements AND...

...he's described as being



and a UNICORN,

literally THOUSANDS of times.

The story is about an Elf Wizard and his freaking pet Unicorn, for crying out loud!

Are they that frigging stupid?

And readers STILL translated him as white!


It took a Confederate soldier calling him a "slave" 22 volumes into the series for them to finally see that he was black.

Interestingly, there is a later scene in the closing chapter of the novel, where Unicorn, uses illusions to make the white people see him as a black man, BECAUSE of how they treated him in the opening chapter of the novel. However, near as I can tell from the hate mails and death threats in my inbox from the haters... they never read past the 1st chapter of the novel, past the scene excerpted here, to know that part.

Interestingly, it seems that I have succeeded in creating a very well made set of characters, seeing how they, by their very existence, have pissed off so many people. But then at the same time, I have to wonder at the IQ, common sense, or just basic mental state of the haters who started to read this novel and then stopped because they mistook a horse for a black man?

But they still have not yet figgered out that he's a HORSE!

No where, not ONCE in any of these multiple hundred emails that flooded my inbox April 2015, days before haters trashed my motorhome and beheaded my cats....not once did any of them mention the character either by name or use the word "horse" or "pony" or "unicorn" in their hate mails.

Had they read the whole book to reach the final chapter, they would have scene the horse to human illusion. But I wonder... in their hatred for black men, would they have even noticed it?

He's also a spoof of the My Little Pony, so he's constantly using illusions to give himself cotton candy coloured fur and Care Bear "tummy powers" and fruitsy-cutesy nonsensical nicknames.

I can not understand how or why they overlooked his race. And how they did so for 21 freaking novels! It could not have been made any plainer the fact that he was black (and a horse), but, readers see what they want to see, I guess.

Racist readers are bigoted, hate mongers looking for reasons to be hateful. 

It doesn't matter if the character is a little purple Unicorn with pink polka dots (as he is also often described), they are so blinded by their vehement hatred for non-white people, that they see them everywhere, even where they aren't. 

Bigots are going to accuse the lemon yellow pony with a rainbow tattoo on his bum of being a gay Chinese man, and a shaggy black unicorn speaking broken English as a nigger. Because that is what racist bigots do.

Haters are gonna hate, no matter what you write, so just write your story and ignore the haters. They are small minded gutter scum not worth wasting thoughts on.

And for people wondering why I don't blank out the word niggar to N-word like most people do... because doing so gives the word more power then it deserves. 

Think about it... Lord Voldemort, was perceived to be more powerful then he really was, because everyone called him "he who could not be named". But blanking out his name entirely, they gave him way more power then he had. By being so afraid of the word nigger that you close your eyes from it and blank it away, you give it more power then it either has or deserves.

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What did you do today to step closer to that goal?
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By EelKat Wendy C Allen

Eye of the GrigoriIf you ever made fun of or had any part in the destruction of my farm, and the illegal selling of half of my land to Colliard, you shall lose your land.
tent2.JPGIf you ever made fun of or had any part in my being homeless since 2006 - YES, I AM still homeless in 2023, you shall become homeless.
eelkats_house_before_after.jpgIf you ever made fun of or had any part in the backhoe driving over my house, you shall lose your house.
home again the return of the goldeneagle dodge 330If you ever made fun of or had any part in my car being cut in half, you shall lose your car.
volvo-art-car-eelkat-Dazzling-Razzbury-3-artist-wendy-c-allen-painting3.pngIf you ever made fun of or had any part in my becoming crippled, you shall lose your health.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in the murder of my son, your child shall die an equally horrible death.

Evil men go out of their way to try to drive a person to suicide.

Are you an evil man?

Are you sure you're not?

How many people have YOUR hate filled words killed?

Next time you go to do a mean thing to a fellow human, stop and really think about the consequences of your actions.

Did you ever notice how every one has a story to tell about me, yet not one of them ever speaks the truth?

What lies has YOUR gossiping tongue spread about me?

Did you know...

October 16, 2006, bomb blew up my house because of YOUR lies.

August 8, 2013, the house which replaced the one the bomb blew up, was driven over by a backhoe.

November 14, 2013, my 8 month old infant son was murdered because of your lies.

November 14, 2013, I was beaten up, paralized for 5 months, spent 18 weeks relearning to walk, I'm now crippled for the rest of my life, because of YOUR lies.

Are you proud of what you have done?

Enjoy your eternity in Hell. You earned it. You've certainly worked hard for it.


If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

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