Talking about race (part 1)
Aug 28th, 2011 by Unamused
Previously on “Talking about race”: introduction.
Tonight I am reminded of the wise words of Ralph Waldo Emerson, the great American essayist, poet, and champion of individualism (according to Wikipedia):
I will not hide my tastes or aversions. … If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own.
I am also reminded of the immensely unwise words of one “Laughing Beaver,” a crazy stoned American Indian chick (according to this author’s personal experience):
LAUGHING BEAVER: Tonight we walk amongst the spirits, young Argues-With-Black-People, my truest friend.
UNAMUSED: I’m seven years older than you, and you’ve known me for eight hours.
LAUGHING BEAVER: Time moves differently for we Cherokee.
UNAMUSED: You’re Ojibwe.
LAUGHING BEAVER: Whatever. Tonight we commune with the Great Bear Spirit, to inform him that HE IS A COLOSSAL DICK. Yeah, that’s right, I said it! You hear me up there, Great Bear Spirit? Or is your big fat butt too big and fat to hear me calling you a COLOSSAL DICK?
UNAMUSED: Too big and fat to hear you? That doesn’t make sense even within the framework of —
LAUGHING BEAVER: Hush now. You are ruining my sacred buzz. Here, eat these mushrooms.
UNAMUSED: I’m not going to — mmmph! MMMPH!
LAUGHING BEAVER: See? Aren’t they DELICIOUS?
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As I mentioned recently whilst on my ill-fated, unresolved expedition to bring race realism to the proud peoples of Canada, I have tentatively begun to explore the possibility of someday getting paid to do something I don’t hate; specifically, writing about the sorts of things I already write about on Unamusement Park, for free, in my limited spare time.
Commenter reactions were… mixed.
But it was too late! I had already completed phase one: to broach the subject of my (relatively) new-found race realism with a few friends and family members.
I anticipated resistance, dismissal, even hostility — and sooner rather than later. I didn’t expect to get much farther than “so, have you heard about these race riots all over the country?” or “hey, I’ve recently become interested in race differences in intelligence.”
Talking face to face with ordinary (i.e., liberal) white folk (I’ll get around to the non-white folk eventually, I promise), looking them in the eye, telling them about race riots or lynch mobs or media bias (or flat-out censorship) or crime stats or intelligence research or human genetics or African atrocities or white racial consciousness (or all of the above), was an incredibly encouraging experience.
I would like to share some of my experience with you. Do not expect many personal details. Unlike, say, Unamusement Park’s token minority friend sofia-pickle (now one of three token minority friends!!), I like to keep my personal life off my blog — not for my sake, but for the sake of the other people involved, however tangentially, in the mildly popular ongoing thought crime that is my life.
Alright, that was a lie. The real reason I don’t transmit details of my personal life to thousands of readers in a public forum is because I don’t want to, damn it. Unfortunately, in this case, my privacy stood in the way of my goals: white rights, white racial consciousness, and positive white identity. To achieve those goals, more of us need to have this conversation off the Internet.
Writing articles is good. Putting up flyers is good too. But recruiting people you know well, and who therefore (presumably) know that you are not a psychotic “racist,” may be the most effective strategy of all, at this point in history.
I think it’s time. I think they’re ready for us — the great silent white majority. But I can hardly expect you to sign up with Hate Battalion Delta (HBD), strap on your race realist rifles, and march off to fight the 2nd Diverse Minority Battalion of the 4th White-Opposed Race Denialists (2-DMB 4-WORDs) in this, the great undeclared War on Hate, when as far as you know, I’m sitting at home, keeping my mouth shut, doing my best not to rock the boat, while Western civilization burns around me.
Except I’m not.
In talking to the two people (I’m tempted to say “victims”) who knew me best, and (probably not coincidentally) were willing to listen the longest, I achieved complete success. What do I mean by “complete success”? Their replies to what was essentially “Unamusement Park: the condensed, verbal edition (with snack breaks and fewer kitties)” can be summarized as follows:
- “Is that really true?”
- “Wow. I didn’t know that.”
- “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It explains a lot, doesn’t it?”
- “Wait, how is that ‘racist’? It’s just logical.”
At the beginning of our conversations, they had no idea what I believe about race, and hardly any idea about the state of race relations in the world today. By the end, I had literally run out of outrageous things to say.
I covered race riots and black lynch mobs. I lamented the media’s anti-white bias. I explained race differences in intelligence — thoroughly. I decried the state of immigration in America and Europe. At one point I got distracted and blamed low white birth rates on gender feminism, with ambiguous success. I told one of them how embarrassing it is to me, personally, that Jews seem to be over-represented in anti-white organizations like the SPLC, and how I hoped to recruit lots of pro-white Jewish race realists to make up for it. I left them with “Africa in Our Midst,” “Morality and Abstract Thinking,” and “What Is It Like to Teach Black Students?”
It was all very encouraging and extremely anti-climactic.
I don’t attribute much of my success to my dubious debating skills. I was simply stating facts (lots and lots of facts, which I have memorized for just such an occasion), in a reasonable, unbiased sort of way (i.e., no racial slurs), to intelligent, open-minded people. How could I lose?
Next time on “Talking about race”…
Well, now that the ‘Park is all personal ‘n’ stuff, shall I tell you about the girls I met this weekend? All of them hot white girls, of course. One was even a real live gratuitous French girl! I told her I was a radical traditionalist defending Western civilization from the Mexicans, the Muslims and the Congolese. She went home with me anyway.
Hey, this could be Unamusement Park’s very own contribution to game literature! What shall we call it? Racist game? Race realist game? White nationalist game? The “defense of Western civilization” routine?
This is really exciting. Am I a PUA now? Did I neg someone? How many notches do I get? And how do I correctly assign a numerical value to the H-ness of the HBs I open and close? I AM SO EXCITED