Trapped In The Southwest
Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 5:19 pm
Hi Everybody,
I've been in touch with Will Williams and he kindly invited me to join up here. I was born into a respectably racially conscious family, but I eventually gave into the pressure as a child and went over to the other side. I became the family multicultural scold. I resisted coming back with everything I had but reality kept punching me in the face over and over again. Being a native Southwesterner, I was fairly oblivious to the Mestizo population, but was totally unfamiliar with any of the others. As circumstances would have it, my family moved to Upper Michigan when I was a teenager, which I found to be a wonderful place to live, though I couldn't put my finger on the reason why. When my family transferred back, I was shocked and asked myself, "Where the hell did all these Mexicans come from?" Though I didn't yet know it, the reason the UP was so pleasant was that it was something like 98% white, being comprised mostly of Swedes, Norwegians, and most especially Finns.
With my head buried firmly firmly in the sand and my rational faculties securely locked in a mental dungeon, I went on into adulthood where my belief in the Narrative was constantly pummeled by easily observable reality. Not being a quitter, and being a reasonably intelligent fellow, I constructed an endless series of rationalizations to explain it all away and put my mind at ease. Things began to crack a little when I joined the military and experienced blacks in significant numbers for the first time. The inability to accept even the faintest hint of responsibility for blatantly self-destructive behavior by the lower-ranking blacks was hard to rationalize. The in-your-face bias of the higher-ranking blacks was a constant irritation. The vast majority of both classes seemed to see no reason to hide their blatant anti-White (and anti-others) racism.
I won't elaborate on every event on my long road. Let it suffice to say that I fought enlightenment every inch of the way until reality shoved me back against the wall, and that reality had to punish me over and over again. The final straw was during a period in which I succumbed to a fit of altruism and decided to go into teaching. I had expected to have my choice of school districts due to my science degrees and technical training. Instead, I found myself assigned to inner-city schools in Austin and Dallas when I got to experience being outnumbered 500 to 1. The last of my naivety died an excruciating death during those few years. I walked out a changed man with a new appreciation of my own people.
I'm nearing the end of my parental responsibilities as a single father and then I will be on my own. Then, I hope to devote more time to the cause. Sadly, I realize that I will be lucky if I am able to undo half of the damage I've done before my awakening. Thanks if you've read this far.
I've been in touch with Will Williams and he kindly invited me to join up here. I was born into a respectably racially conscious family, but I eventually gave into the pressure as a child and went over to the other side. I became the family multicultural scold. I resisted coming back with everything I had but reality kept punching me in the face over and over again. Being a native Southwesterner, I was fairly oblivious to the Mestizo population, but was totally unfamiliar with any of the others. As circumstances would have it, my family moved to Upper Michigan when I was a teenager, which I found to be a wonderful place to live, though I couldn't put my finger on the reason why. When my family transferred back, I was shocked and asked myself, "Where the hell did all these Mexicans come from?" Though I didn't yet know it, the reason the UP was so pleasant was that it was something like 98% white, being comprised mostly of Swedes, Norwegians, and most especially Finns.
With my head buried firmly firmly in the sand and my rational faculties securely locked in a mental dungeon, I went on into adulthood where my belief in the Narrative was constantly pummeled by easily observable reality. Not being a quitter, and being a reasonably intelligent fellow, I constructed an endless series of rationalizations to explain it all away and put my mind at ease. Things began to crack a little when I joined the military and experienced blacks in significant numbers for the first time. The inability to accept even the faintest hint of responsibility for blatantly self-destructive behavior by the lower-ranking blacks was hard to rationalize. The in-your-face bias of the higher-ranking blacks was a constant irritation. The vast majority of both classes seemed to see no reason to hide their blatant anti-White (and anti-others) racism.
I won't elaborate on every event on my long road. Let it suffice to say that I fought enlightenment every inch of the way until reality shoved me back against the wall, and that reality had to punish me over and over again. The final straw was during a period in which I succumbed to a fit of altruism and decided to go into teaching. I had expected to have my choice of school districts due to my science degrees and technical training. Instead, I found myself assigned to inner-city schools in Austin and Dallas when I got to experience being outnumbered 500 to 1. The last of my naivety died an excruciating death during those few years. I walked out a changed man with a new appreciation of my own people.
I'm nearing the end of my parental responsibilities as a single father and then I will be on my own. Then, I hope to devote more time to the cause. Sadly, I realize that I will be lucky if I am able to undo half of the damage I've done before my awakening. Thanks if you've read this far.
