I feel a sense of accomplishment with my blog website because of the number of people that I have been able to inform about Dickinson, North Dakota. When people anywhere in the world perform a Google search for “living in Dickinson”, “moving to Dickinson”, “relocating to Dickinson”, “people in Dickinson”, “guide to Dickinson”, “what is Dickinson like”, “would you move to Dickinson”, “economy in Dickinson”, “women in Dickinson”, “police in Dickinson”, “entertainment in Dickinson”, “chamber of commerce in Dickinson”, “Catholic Church in Dickinson”, “corruption in Dickinson”, my blog website comes up near the top of the first page of search results.
I get to tell everyone in the world what Dickinson, North Dakota is like, what went on here, and what is happening now. I have such a sense of purpose, direction, and conviction in doing this. I feel that there is so much I have to repay Dickinson for, almost every step that I have ever taken in Dickinson, I have been mistreated or cheated, like nowhere else I have ever been.
The people in Dickinson are hostile, hateful, unfriendly, uncooperative, angry, greedy, mean, and treacherous. I have written before that if someone wanted to know what living in Dickinson, North Dakota is like, they should watch the movies “Deliverance”, “The Grapes Of Wrath”, and “Planet Of The Apes”. Though these three movies have cruelty in them, they don’t have nearly the level of hate.
I have held back for two years from saying this, but what I have felt truly describes the level of hate that these German Catholics here have for people, is what I have seen in watching documentaries on Auschwitz, Buchenwald, and Dachau concentration camps. First, there is this unshakeable belief here in Dickinson in each individual that they are better than other human beings. Second, the individuals in Dickinson proceed to act on this belief by treating others with hatred, hostility, unfairness, usury, and treachery. Third, the individuals in Dickinson will deny to the end that they have done anything wrong. Fourth, they have no remorse or shame in what they have done.
I can’t apply for a job, work at a job, open a bank account, purchase equipment, get a tire repaired, shop at a grocery store, ride my bicycle, without experiencing hatred, hostility, anger, unfriendliness, and treachery from local people. Living in Dickinson is like being in prison, you learn to expect the worst things from people, and this is what you deal with every day.