An Adolescent’s Path to Race Realism

Until about a year ago, I considered myself an “ally” to the Black Lives Matter movement. How could I not? I grew up hearing about the evils of American slavery. My final presentation at my nearly all white middle school was titled “Black People: Struggle and Freedom.” Diversity propaganda wasn’t just part of my education growing up, diversity propaganda was my entire education growing up. It wasn’t only coming from school, either. I had propaganda spewing from my liberal parents as well.

Luckily, my childhood was relatively white for the era I grew up in. But, by the time I got to public high school, that changed. My high school was almost half American Indian. Since no teachers wanted to live on the reservation, Indians from hours away bussed to what would’ve otherwise been a substantially white public high school. It was impossible not to notice the differences in character, culture, and ability between us and them. However, I believed the only alternative to liberalism and diversity was literal Nazism. All the same, it didn’t sit well with me that regardless of how these Indians behaved, and how poor their English was, they were considered more American than me. Me, whose ancestors lived in Jamestown, me whose ancestors fought in every major war this country ever had. I didn’t buy it.

Then George Floyd died. At first, like many of my peers, supported not just the protests, but the riots as well. I was determined to tear down the perpetual system of white supremacy and “liberate” non-whites. But once again, my observations started to contradict the dominant narrative. The mainstream mantra boils down to this, “Certain ethnic groups have not succeeded because of past traumatic historical events that now inhibit their ability to succeed.” My first dissenting thought was, “How come Jews do much better ( in terms of assimilation, economic prosperity, etc.) in Germany than blacks do in the United States? Jews were much more oppressed in Germany than blacks in America. Is the mainstream thesis only applicable to non-whites? And if so, why?

BLM’s  “Summer of Love” continued and I began to notice all the bizarre articles calling anything and everything racist. Even the coronavirus, a disease, was somehow “racist.” A remarkable claim. It made me ask myself, “If nature is ‘racist,’ isn’t ‘racism’ natural?” I started searching for answers, and soon discovered the “Intellectual dark web.” Soon, I learned about IQ, the true nature of Islam, and the negative impacts of mass immigration. For the first time, I was finding coherent answers to the questions I had about so many pressing social and political issues.

After graduation, I took a gap year in Spain. Even though I couldn’t speak much Spanish, I fell in love with the nation’s culture and its people. In some ways, I felt more at home there than I did back in my diverse high school. Then I visited Spain’s capital, Madrid. I did not feel at home there. It was diverse, alien, and so unlike the white corner of Spain I’d been living in. That was the final push I needed to become a race realist and white advocate. European culture and European nations are superior, and that’s not some accident or coincidence. We must protect against the looming “Brazilification” of our homelands.

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