My mate came around to help on the project and we had a cook out afterwards. He told me that when he was up in melly for his mum's chemo treatment, he went to a "German Market" out in Heidelburg. He wanted to get some decent bread and food, but the market was all full of muzzies and asians and no german stall holders in sight. He talked to some clearly Deutsch people there, saying the market was shit and where to get some real german food.
They agreed that the market was rotten cultural appropriation and took him home and made him bratwurst and kraut, and told him of how things were in germany. I told my mate that they would have recognized him as volksdeutsch, just as I do, and how we are distinct from the anglos and other whites here. We had a good cookout with onion soup, Black bread, popcorn and Pizza.
Good Night, White.