I don't like conflict. Whenever possible, I try to avoid the unpleasant feelings associated with personal disputes. I seek to find common ground through mutual understanding and love. I diffuse tempers and moderate extreme voices wherever I go, urging the estranged parties to seek reconciliation and compromise with the understanding that we can't always get what we want. In fact, this process is deeply involved with what I do for a living.
Unfortunately in life—as I've learned the hard way—conflict has a way of finding you. There are certain kinds of people who refuse to bury the hatchet and reject out of hand the Christian mandate to turn the other cheek (which refers to not seeking revenge for personal insults—not being a pacifist pushover). There are even sadistic people who seek to inflict maximal emotional or even physical damage on innocents.
My MO for most of my life has been to evaluate people as individuals based solely on the content of their character, stifling my instincts to employ heuristics—no matter how effective or accurate they may be—in favor of the moral principle that everyone is valuable and deserves equal treatment. It makes sense that I would behave this way given: (1) This is the prevailing cultural more with regard to race relations, and (2) I'm by nature a nice guy who who just wants everyone to get along.
The fact of the matter is I didn't want race realism to be true. I was raised to believe that everyone is basically the same except for some minor details like skin color and hair texture. Race, I was taught, is a social construct—an archaic remnant of a bygone era where dumb, redneck Southern Baptists (the only group of people who are objectively inferior to the rest of humanity) made sweet black girls sit at the back of the bus and strung up black gentleman willy nilly out of an irrational hatred based on nothing more than the melanin content of their skin.
Race realism pursued me like the Hound of Heaven—a metaphor for God—in Francis' Thomas' great poem:
I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbèd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat—and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet—
‘All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.’
I didn't want it to be true because of the social implications of denying that race is more than a social construct. I've lost friends and had to fundamentally restructure my worldview as a result of realizing I'd been mislead my entire life by parents, pastors, and teachers.
There comes a time, however, when you can no longer stand idly by while a small clique of international elites wreak havoc in our white communities and brainwash our children through public schools and universities into hating us for maintaining basic rules to keep them from turning into self-hating degenerates. A society in which everyone is equal (i.e., the same) is a society with no incentive to achieve. Just as a communist society redistributes from strong to weak at the individual level, racial egalitarian societies do so at a collective level.
Race: all things betray he, who betrayest thee.