My Path to Race Realism — A European Perspective

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 Germany, but grew up in Hungary and Austria. I am of German-Hungarian origin. During childhood and early adolescence, this fact solidified my belief that people, no matter where they come from, are fundamentally the same. In school, both in Hungary and Austria, I had friends of different nationalities and ethnicities. But I only had a very limited exposure to people of another race, that even suggesting that differences might be inherent, were so out there that only someone filled with hate could possibly hold them.

Teachers reaffirmed this idea every chance they got. I can still remember the essays we had to write during English lessons about feminism, right-wing violence, etc. In my biology textbook, under the chapter of behavior, an image of screaming neo-Nazi skinheads was in the upper right corner with the caption: “High blood pressure has been suggested as a possible cause for racism.” Some of my classmates asked questions about race, which usually made teachers uncomfortable, impatient, or even angry. Questions regarding skull size or other physical differences were usually evaded or answered with a single sentence like: “These are old and outdated ideas.” And with that it wasn’t discussed any further.

Movies, TV series, news, radio, etc. all reinforced the same egalitarian worldview. It was only on the internet that I got another perspective. That’s where I was finally able to dig deeper and do my own investigating. Since I was willing to listen to anybody’s ideas and try to make my own judgment, I came across a wide range of topics, race realism among them. But the tipping point was the news of the tragedy of Cologne’s New Year’s Eve celebrations in 2015/2016. I couldn’t believe how it was handled. It also reaffirmed the idea that not only different cultures but different races might not belong next to each other. Especially grotesque were the feminist demonstrations against Germans, since they argued that most offenders in Germany were German, therefore focusing on refugees was pure “racism.”

Some acquaintances tried to bring me back into liberalism’s fold by pointing out that I was neither “pure” German nor “pure” Hungarian, so going this “dangerous” direction didn’t make sense. At the same time many of my friends became highly skeptical about the direction Europe was heading.

For many decades — barring media figures in sports and movies — indigenous Europeans were only exposed to other white people. Historically, the idea of race was also more along the lines of nationalities: Poles, French, English, Germans, etc. And so the idea of racial differences seemed ludicrous, since people correctly identified the similarities of basically all Europeans. The same attitude was applied to migrants from the Middle East and North Africa. Most still cling on to the idea that cultural malleability is so powerful, racial aliens will become “New Europeans” simply by virtue of living here. Those who question this belief, more often than not, started to harbor doubts after being exposed to people of another race. It is sad to say, but many here do not wish to see reality, and therefore hide from it.

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.