John Malt, American Renaissance, August 1, 2020
This is part of our continuing series of accounts by readers of how they shed the illusions of liberalism and became race realists.
I’m a white man in my 30s. I grew up in a community that was about 95 percent white. The few non-white schoolmates I had were a mixed bag — some were nice and polite, some were juvenile, some were bullies. So growing up, I didn’t really understand why there was such animosity toward other races amongst certain older family members. All of that changed when I went to college. I attended a state university in a big city. It was the first time I had encountered non-whites in large numbers. Some of them attended the same university as me, others simply lived in the city and “adventured” (loitered) around campus. Their behavior startled me. They were loud, rude, imposing, delinquent, and aggressive. They had chips on their shoulders and used it as an excuse for anything and everything. After a while, I learned that it was generally best to avoid them.
I remember that some of them would actually sit in the stairwells in defiance of all foot traffic. At first I looked on in disbelief. Could they really be unaware of the inconvenience they were causing? Eventually I realized that the question was ultimately irrelevant — even if they weren’t, there was still a huge behavioral chasm between white and black. Sometimes they would take over dormitory lobbies, occupying them for hours at a time, doing nothing but horsing around, making noise, cursing, and blocking doorways. They were quick to take offense to anyone who implied, however subtly, that they were a nuisance. They seemed to have no schedule to maintain, and no pressing concerns about employment or homework that other students had.
They all used the “n-word” prolifically and unabashedly, too. Whites would of course be expelled if they used it, and I suspect that that was part of the reason blacks used it so much. They knew they were exempt from such repercussions, and wanted to rub it in the faces of their white peers. In short: they had very few inhibitions and even fewer obligations. They merely existed — and they made sure everyone else knew it. How they made their money or kept in good academic standing, I can only imagine. Within two semesters, I understood that there were serious differences between the races. This is amusingly ironic, since college is often where people “learn” (i.e. are instructed to believe) that the races are equal and interchangeable. Perhaps majoring in a STEM field kept me from being brainwashed, since doing so let me skip nearly all of the propaganda that comes with humanities courses.
My opinions regarding race haven’t changed much since then, except in one appreciable way: after listening to white advocates for the last few years I have realized that if/when America’s demographics shift from majority white to majority non-white, our institutions — our laws, our Constitution, even capitalism — will not save us. Whites founded America, and they are the only race capable of maintaining America. America is white. White is the prerequisite for all the other freedoms and luxuries we enjoy. When white people go, all the benefits of white society will go along with them. Demography is destiny. If that makes me “racist,” so be it.