Rachel Donalsen, American Renaissance, February 19, 2020
This is part of our continuing series of accounts by readers of how they shed the illusions of liberalism and became race realists.
In high school, one of my classmates was a German exchange student. She and I developed a strong bond almost immediately. Perhaps it was because of my own German ancestry, but she felt like the sister I never had. We stayed in touch after she went back to Europe and throughout the next phases of our lives: college, marriage, and motherhood. She was a model mother and wife.
One day, during the “migrant surge” in Europe in 2015/2016, I got a message from her husband. My friend had been assaulted and raped by three Somalis. She was in the hospital. “What were Somalis doing in her small German town?” I asked myself. There was no satisfying explanation. “What happened next?” was the second question. The answer was nothing. She identified her attackers, but authorities did not arrest them or bring them to trial. The rapists faced no consequences. To this day, her husband occasionally sees them in the streets of his once-German hamlet.
It took me about a week to go from a blissfully ignorant “liberal” to the racially conscious immigration restrictionist I am today. My friend was the last person on the planet to deserve what happened to her. She received no justice. Her story is not unique. It’s just a microcosm of the broader attack on whites in all our ancestral homelands. My husband and I now dedicate our spare time and extra income to supporting pro-white voices and helping more whites realize what is at stake.
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