Archive | First-Person Account

You see many things on the road.

And in St. Louis.

Everything is racist.

The travails of a white teacher.

"Maybe he just doesn't like white people."

An insider tells all.

"It was so bad that I just stopped attending."

A letter from Clarksdale, Mississippi.

Asian meekness.

A white man's lament.

"[T]he police said 'these things happen.'"

They wanted my life.

"From day one, my work life was a living hell."

Really?

Pity the lion.

A pattern emerges.

All the difference in the world.

One white girl's story.

"I'm done."

The story of an unlucky white.

A sorry excuse.

Not the President.

The tale of a good Samaritan.

An encounter with "the Junior Boys."

The story of a very bad first date.

"Diversity" in full bloom.

The state of Broward County Schools.

A cautionary tale of miscegenation.

"Blacks themselves taught me to not trust nor congregate with them."

A story of white solidarity.

The people make the place.

A letter from Bayside High School.

A view from the big house.

Care to guess?

One white boy's story.

A white student tells all.

Living in Minneapolis in the summer of 2020, that is.

Who do you think teaches “African American History” class?

A nurse's tale.

The story of a lonely Jew.

"I always ask 'why.'”

Whitopia no more.

Not all of Generation Z is indoctrinated.

From Philly to South Carolina.

A mother's lament.

Even 49 years later.

"Was the Hoover Institution really going to tackle this problem and effectively neutralize it?"

It was quite the education.

Views from the frontline.

A tale of prayer and protection.

The wages of Brown vs. Board of Education.

"Even if I owed them as little as 30 cents in change, they’d stand there and wait for it."

"Then, as now, the black kids did not want to learn"

A tale of black brutality.

"I now contemplate leaving DC for one of the surrounding quieter and whiter suburbs."

From a black high school to a multicultural military.

"Why I believed otherwise is now hard to understand."

A teacher opines.

One woman's story.

A sweet, polite, and respectful girl.

"[T]here is no area in Seoul where I would hesitate to walk at any time, day or night."

"I don't tell my friends and family any of this because they would label me as a 'racist.'”

My long, long journey to race realism.

Public school in Seattle.

A classic statement of blindness.

I hissed right back.

A white member of a "rainbow" family tells all.

This could lead to divorce.

Who can deny it?

"[B]ut the media couldn’t be less interested."

A tale of demographic change.

Or does he?

"[N]or the very clear disdain for white people we see from the media on a regular basis."

"He explained to the cops that white people are the devil."

Experience and exhaustion opened my eyes.