This is part of our continuing series of accounts by readers of how they shed the illusions of liberalism and became race realists.

I grew up in a racially mixed suburb of Atlanta. My parents were both teachers and voted “conservative,” but I was always taught (both by my parents and religious figures in my community) that the races were created equal. My father was a basketball coach, and I grew up in the gym. I learned quickly when playing basketball competitively that black players were quicker on average than white players. The black players also — on average — jumped much higher than white players. Despite noticing this, I still believed in the notion of equality.

I fell in love with a black girl in high school. She was smart, attractive, and we really had a connection. We dated for over three years until we went to college. But along the way, there were problems that would only arise in an interracial relationship. I would ask myself, “If nothing is wrong with it, why do so many people, including our own families, have a problem with it?”

I got her pregnant by accident. I felt a panic like I had never felt before. We both agreed that we were not ready to have a child, and we did the unthinkable. This impacted me deeply. I had a tremendous amount of guilt weighing on me because of terminating the pregnancy, and it seemed to get worse as time went on. Time heals all wounds, though, and God will change your heart. I prayed to God for forgiveness every night. I asked him for the wisdom to see the error in my ways as a man. I felt so helplessly irresponsible and guilty, and wanted to have a clear vision of what my faults were, and what the truth is.

When you read the Bible, study history, and pray for wisdom and guidance — I have no doubt that the understanding one is looking for will be made clear to him or her. The Bible makes it very clear that the Israelites are, at the bare minimum, a different group of people. It makes a clear distinction. God preserved Noah because he was “perfect in his generations.” At a minimum, the Bible takes note of the differences among different peoples. And if my religious text noted the differences, should I deny them? Should we ignore reality?

What white people want and need politically is in direct conflict with the interests of the black community — and the Hispanic community. With every passing year, I ask myself, “Why am I paying taxes and participating?” At some point, whites will wake up, realize the bondage and slavery they are in, and they will fight and sacrifice to preserve their race — because it is surely too beautiful and unique to be erased.

If you have a story about how you became racially aware, we’d like to hear it. If it is well written and compelling, we will publish it. Use a pen name, stay under 1,200 words, and send it to us here.