Stefania Mówi, American Renaissance, March 27, 2021
This is part of our continuing series of accounts by readers of how they shed the illusions of liberalism and became race realists.
Growing up, I never thought about race. I was raised in a small, almost 100 percent white, town. My parents rarely talked about politics, but if you had asked me in my early twenties what political affiliation I had, I would have told you I was liberal. The only non-whites I saw when I was in elementary school were on television, and the blacks portrayed were likable, not dangerous. My parents never spoke to me about race, and I wasn’t curious about it.
That changed when I was about 11. My father took me and all of my siblings to a beach. As soon as we got there, I felt uncomfortable and I could tell by my father’s expression that he felt the same. We were the only whites there, not even the lifeguard was white. Trying to ignore my unease, I jumped into the water. Within a couple of minutes, a black boy my age swam towards me, a scowl on his face. Raised to be a nice girl, I smiled at him all the same, hoping for the best. He immediately said, “What are you people doing in the same water with us?” I had no clue what he meant by that, but then I saw other black children swimming my way, and they quickly formed a circle around me. I was terrified, and instinctively knew that they wanted to hurt me. I heard my father yelling for me to get out of the water. I ran to him, breaking through two of the black kids’ joined hands. I ran with my head down, and as I looked through the water down to my legs, I had a sense of my own whiteness for the first time in my life. As soon as I reached my father, he told me and my siblings, “The blacks don’t want us here,” and that we were leaving. My family never talked about this incident.
But even after that, I put this experience out of my mind and forgot all about race. In my early teens, I believed that non-whites were victims, and that whites and non-whites could all get along if whites worked hard enough. My high school was almost entirely white, but I was friends with one of the few Hispanic boys. He often spoke about how whites were racist and not accepting of others, while Hispanics were never racist and treated everyone with respect. I fell for these ideas — at first. But he didn’t practice what he preached, often ridiculing and mocking others for sport. He would insult and humiliate me in public, too. When I defended myself, he said that I was only angry about how I was being treated because I was racist and didn’t like Hispanics. When I met his mother, she didn’t speak any English and I could tell that I was as foreign to her as she was to me. By the time our friendship ended, my white guilt was on its way out the door.
When I entered the workforce, I started dealing with non-whites much more often. Many of them didn’t want anything to do with their white colleagues, and they saw “discrimination” everywhere. Like most Americans, I started to just socialize with my own race. I also discovered how many non-whites want to talk about race, and to avoid those conversations as much as possible. Once, a black man asked me for a job application. When I asked him if he was applying for a job at the warehouse, he lost his temper, yelling, “Why do you think that I am applying for a warehouse job? Don’t you think that we can do office work?” He walked out without taking an application and slammed the door behind him. Luckily, nothing more came of this incident. In hindsight, I realize just how much trouble I would have been in if he had called my boss.
I wondered if I was the only one having these kinds of experiences, so I went online to find out. That’s how I found pro-white websites, such as American Renaissance and The Political Cesspool (TPC). When I first listened to TPC, I was amazed by how the hosts talked about the “civil rights movement” and how it was that movement that set the tone for many of the harmful racial policies we have today. I had never heard anyone talk about the “holy” civil rights movement and Martin Luther King, Jr. the way the hosts did. Even though I felt nervous and kept looking over my shoulder while listening to these forbidden worldviews, I quickly realized I agreed with them. That radio show, along with AmRen, made me realize that I wasn’t alone.
As a result of my experiences and everything I’ve learned since, I now believe:
- Multiculturalism doesn’t work. There will always be racial tension between whites and non-whites.
- Non-white immigration and forced assimilation in white countries must end.
- Whites need to create homelands for ourselves, or we will become a hated minority and possibly even go extinct.
For the survival of our people, I hope that most white people eventually think as I do.