Jamal Opened My Eyes to the Realities of Race
Thomas Smith, American Renaissance, March 19, 2022
This is part of our continuing series of accounts by readers of how they shed the illusions of liberalism and became race realists.
“Why’d you call that kid a n*gger? You know we don’t use language like that,” my mother asked as I walked in, brushing the snow off my jacket.
“What?” I exclaimed.
She explained that she had received a call from the principal explaining why I was coming home — I was punched, hard, in the shoulder in the middle of math class by the black kid sitting next to me. His excuse? Why of course, a fake hate crime.
This came out of nowhere — it was towards the end of the semester, and Jamal had always loved sitting next to me. He got the luxury of cheating off of the smart kid’s tests, homework, and he knew I did not care that he did. We never exchanged words in a negative way, we barely talked at all. On this cold morning he decided to punch me as hard as he could in the shoulder while we were working on the final test of the class. Instead of a confrontation, I got up, walked out, and went straight to the principal’s office. After a short wait, one of the assistant principals was able to speak to me. I walked in, clutching my shoulder in pain and told him the story. He said I could go home if I wanted to or stay in his office until the end of class. I opted for the former, and walked home. After talking to my mother, who knew I rarely used cuss words, much less racial slurs, she demanded information from the principal. He informed her that the two Mexican kids in my class had said they heard me call Jamal a n*gger. I requested to know what the teacher, who was right next to me when this happened, had heard. She hadn’t heard or seen anything. I asked if anyone but this kid and his friends heard what I said, and he said no.
After this, I refused to go to school in a place where I could not be guaranteed safety — something that had been a given up until that point. I later learned that this kid was shipped in from the city as part of a diversity program, and almost all of the thugs in the school were from the same program. Black, white, Hispanic — if they were from the big city, they were thugs. While researching this I learned that this program was started to help whites learn about “other cultures,” yet since the inception of the program drug use, violence, and bullying at the school increased dramatically.
During the time I was researching this program, I came upon American Renaissance through a Jared Taylor interview with Stefan Molyneux. I will be forever grateful to both of them for waking me up to the world around me, and in a sense, I am grateful that this whole experience happened. While I did not realize this for several months, that day was the turning point in my philosophical and political development. That was the day that I realized black people can get away with anything, and whites are second class citizens.
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