Zuzana Dvorak, American Renaissance, May 1, 2021
This is part of our continuing series of accounts by readers of how they shed the illusions of liberalism and became race realists.
My family immigrated from Eastern Europe to Canada when I was in elementary school. In our new home, we lived in a poor area populated mostly by native whites, along with a few new arrivals from Asia and the Soviet Bloc. In the late 1990s, the demographics changed with an influx of Caribbean blacks.
Shortly after she joined my class, I became friends with a black girl. As a child, I didn’t fully understand the scope of interracial friendships and just wanted a friend. She and I were the only non-Asian female immigrants, and the white Canadians viewed us both as outsiders, regardless of race.
After years of friendship, her brother raped me, stealing my virginity and my innocence. When my mother found out, we went to the police. A rape kit wasn’t conducted because we didn’t report the incident right away. The police went to investigate, but the rapist’s sister (my “friend”) made up a story saying I wasn’t at her house when I’d said I was, and that I was a “white whore” who slept around a lot. The police believed her and her family and no further action was taken. Not only did she tell the police that I was a liar, she then told our entire high school the same thing. She told me she’d kill me if I kept telling people what really happened. Her family wasn’t even stereotypically “ghetto,” but middle class, nominally “Christian,” and with both parents present and accounted for.
This experience ruined my adolescence. It left me feeling tainted, dirty, depressed, and at times, suicidal. I was terrified of men and did not know how to interact with them. Though it did affect me for well over a decade, I realized that if I let this experience control my life, it would destroy me. I overcame it, eventually. The feelings are still here, but they don’t define who I am. Leaving the diverse area I lived in helped.
They can take your body, but they cannot take your heart, mind, or soul. You can get past it and always know it’s not your fault. Do not make the mistake of not reporting it right away if it does happen to you. Get the kit, and press charges.
There are so many white victims of interracial violence, and white women and girls in particular are targeted daily. These are the actions of invaders. There are decent non-whites who would not hurt a fly. I still recommend that white girls stay away from them. Consider the crime data available online a warning. If they can harm their own people in terrible ways, imagine what they can do to you.
Stick with your own, you are safest that way. It is not worth making a friend just because you’re lonely. To parents, don’t be naive, your children will grow to resent you for not warning them about the dangers. If you are Christian, let God forgive them. You don’t have to, just move on and keep your children safe.
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