Posted on March 12, 2022

How One Millennial Became a Race Realist

John Q. Public, American Renaissance, March 12, 2022

This is part of our continuing series of accounts by readers of how they shed the illusions of liberalism and became race realists.

I was born in Europe in the early 1990s, of mixed American and European heritage. I feel like my generation was able to experience the last vestiges of unabashed political incorrectness in popular culture. As kids we had no problem calling each other “insensitive” names, many TV shows I enjoyed used stereotypes, our most famous comedians performed blackface comedy sketches, and we had chocolate candies called “Little Congolese.” I never heard any complaints about racism over any of this. School introduced me to the usual topics: the “n-word”, slavery, Nazism, the Holocaust, etc. in the typical fashion — but I wasn’t taught to feel guilty about any of it. This started to change as soon as I graduated high school.

I really began to question racial liberalism when Trayvon Martin was shot and the ensuing media frenzy began. Barack Obama’s reaction to the incident was atrocious as well. He had promised “hope and change” but instead fanned the flames of racial animosity. Meanwhile, my hometown in Europe saw an influx of black “migrants.” At first, I’d tried to see the good in these people, and I indulged in the drugs they sold. But soon, their propensity for more serious crimes became undeniable. All of my friends have been mugged by blacks and both my mother and my sister have been accosted by them.

In 2015, the migrant crisis in Europe was reaching its peak and I was about to finish my degree in History and Geography. My studies showed how great the differences between the races of the world are. That, coupled with the wave of criminality I was seeing first-hand changed my mind about multiculturalism. It was around this time that I discovered American Renaissance, and Jared Taylor’s videos cemented my belief in race realism. Since then, I have finished my degree, moved out of my parent’s house, gotten my own job, given up drugs, and become a much happier person.

If you have a story about how you became racially aware, we’d like to hear it. If it is well written and compelling, we will publish it. Use a pen name, stay under 1,200 words, and send it to us here.