Vincent Karlsson, American Renaissance, November 14, 2020
This is part of our continuing series of accounts by readers of how they shed the illusions of liberalism and became race realists.
How did I find out the truth about race? It took some time. I grew up in a racially homogenous part of Sweden. Questions regarding race and race differences were never discussed. I learned from a young age that there were things you did not disagree about — namely, anything having to do with race. Cliches such as, “All people are equal” were holy grails. These claims made no sense to me, even as a child. My family was more important than my friends, my friends more important than my bus driver, and so on. On television, I could see that African sprinters beat Europeans time and time again. Of course, I did not think about causality and genetics as a kid, but all the same it was obvious to me that there had to be something that explained these observations. I thought to myself, “If humans are animals, and animals are categorized into sub-races, then that must be true of us as well.” These thoughts came to me all on their own, but I understood that I couldn’t talk about them. I cannot look back and find a specific moment when I realized that races exist and that they are different. It always seemed apparent.
As I got older, I looked more deeply into the question of human biological diversity, not only out of curiosity, but in self-defense against the government and media’s continuous attack on my cultural and ethnic identity. I remember the first time I noticed the idea of “white evil.” It was during a radio program when a woman explained to the listeners that the root cause of why immigrants did not succeed in society and committed so much crime was because of “Swedish racism.” She had no evidence for this claim, and nobody on the radio show asked her for any. I wondered how many Swedes believed her. Our nation is famous for being “blind” to race and opening our borders to millions of immigrants and “refugees.”
It was then that I understood how race is not only real, but can easily be a source of division and hate in a multi-racial society. This is especially true when the races you bring into your country have a strong sense of identity, and feel superior to the host population — something I have experienced firsthand during robberies and assaults.
Sweden has suffered greatly because of its experiment with “diversity.” Increasing immigration, indoctrination, and self-flagellation will only make things worse. For this nation to become great again, we will have to embrace race realism and white identity.
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