Growing up in the 90s and 2000s, I was drowning in an ocean of anti-White propaganda and degeneracy. The fact that I was able to make it out at all is nothing short of a miracle. Like many, I grew up not much caring one way or the other about race. I lived in very diverse areas and consistently had friends from all races, religions and backgrounds, and still do for that matter. Nevertheless, I knew from a young age that something wasn’t quite right.
I have always been student of history. Ever since I was little, I loved learning about history, war, politics and different civilizations. When I was young, I played computer games like Age of Empires, Sid Meier’s Civil War and Waterloo: Napoleon’s Last Battle. These games taught me the harsh reality of geopolitics and the complex consequences of the clashing of civilizations. At the time, I didn’t understand these conflicts to be racial in nature—but rather—cultural in origin. I also had a ton of books and toys related to military history. I was especially interested in the World Wars and the American Civil War, or as I call it, The War of Northern Aggression. I always thought it was weird how one side was considered the “bad guys” and the other the “good”. How could this be when both sides were killing each other?
This double standard became all the more apparent when I studied the so-called American Civil War. I must have been in third or fourth grade when we finally studied this incredible conflict. I was so excited because I knew so much about it already and I was ready to wow my teachers and classmates with everything I knew about it and all the cool books I brought from home to show everyone. My teacher went on this long monotonic lecture about slavery and black people. I was getting antsy because I wanted to get to the cool stuff about First Manassas, Bull Run, the Naval Blockades, Antietam and Gettysburg. He went on and on about how racist the Confederates were and how they wanted to destroy America all because they wanted to keep their slaves. None of this made any sense to me. The North was clearly waging economic war against the South with regulation, taxation and the blockading of major Southern ports, depriving them of resources and trade. If anything, the so-called Civil War was more akin to the Revolutionary War. A small, rural population was fighting economic and big-government tyranny; the war was about sovereignty, not slaves. Out of the two weeks we spent on the issue, about a week and a half was spent on slavery and black people, the other couple days were spent on Gettysburg. I remember pointing out to my teacher at the time how wrong all of this was and I insisted that he cover some of the important battles. He cared little for my input.
This remained a constant theme throughout my schooling. I was always lightyears ahead of my classmates (and apparently my teachers) when it came to historical knowledge. I would always be overwhelmed with excitement whenever we would cover one of these interesting conflicts, only to be let down by a hurried and historically one-sided portrayal of complex political and cultural conflicts. These units, which were supposed to cover some of the most important events in human history, were cut down to a week or two and were sandwiched between months long units about how the White settlers killed Indians, the Holocaust and the Civil Rights movement.
Although I failed to see it for what it was at the time, I was being brainwashed with a false narrative that painted Whites as cultural thieves, slavers, racists and genocidal maniacs. The lie told a thousand times becomes the truth as they say and eventually this programming took hold of my mind. The schools I went to were filled to the brim with Marxist ideologues, New Agers and multiculturalist egalitarians. I spent my entire adolescence siding with who I believed were the “oppressed minority”. It wasn’t until I graduated high school that I began to see the world through a racial lens. I began to delve into conspiracy theories and secret societies as a senior in high school. You cannot go down that rabbit hole for long and not come across the race mixing agenda, the open borders policies, the Zionist conspiracy and the anti-White agenda. If you’re being honest with yourself, it is hard to learn about these things and not have them drastically change your views on race.
What has been seen cannot be unseen.
During this time, I lived in a neighborhood that maybe had a dozen Whites in it. The crime was astronomical, there were murders, robberies, assaults, drugs galore, car-jackings, SWAT raids, you name it. Thankfully, I was finally able to move away from all that and I found myself in a totally opposite situation: a 99% White neighborhood with no crime. It was around this time that I started looking into FBI crime statistics and I began to understand the racial root of the crime and civil strife in America.
It was a long hard road for me to find myself and reestablish the connection to my race and culture. Although it has come at great cost to me professionally and personally, I know within the deepest depths of my soul that I am on the right track. Had it not been for my genuine curiosity and my interest in history I may have never developed the intellectual foundations necessary to pinpoint the hypocrisy and double-speak in the snake-tongued narratives of my ignorant and duplicitous educators. My interest in race was never rooted in hatred toward anyone else, but rather in intellectual curiosity. Combine that with the virulent fervor with which the anti-Whites attacked and slandered anyone who questioned their narratives, a perfect storm was born. Truth be told, it was their lies and oppression that made me inquisitive and the more they double down on their racist vitriol, the more Whites are going to begin their own journey of awakening.
So keep attacking us! Your hatred is fuel to our fire.