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Living in Minneapolis Woke Me Up to the Realities of Race

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

I was pretty disengaged from politics for the first 25 years of my life. In this state of ignorance, I naturally leaned somewhat to the Left by default. I tell people, “I used to lean a bit Left, until I got into politics.” It was not a passionate leaning, I was rather apathetic about current political affairs. I cared more about my music, weight-lifting, and school. When it came to politics, I was “chill” — that is, apathetic with a smile.

However, throughout this time of my life, there were little signs of racial consciousness. Foremost among them was my utter disdain for all rap music. I was — and still am — a musician. I have such a passion for music that my tolerance for its desecration is far lower than that of your average listener. And that’s exactly what rap and hip hop are — desecration of the raw elements of music. It is a pervasive desecration. You cannot drive down an urban street without overhearing stale electronic hi-hats and painfully rudimentary melodies — if you can even call them “melodies” — being grunted over by blacks that can barely be bothered to part their lips when they speak. Rap music was so prevalent in the late 1990s and early 2000s that I wonder if its sudden ubiquity was driven by some woke demand for more “representation” on the radio and MTV. Just as repulsion is a healthy reaction to Haitian mud cookies being served as food, repulsion is also a healthy reaction to rap being sold as music.

Part of my disdain for rap music was because of how painful I find it to hear “African American English” (AAE). While I sometimes found amusement in imitating their absurd perversion of the English language, I was always quite angered when I had to listen to someone who genuinely spoke that way by default. So many blacks cannot be bothered to make the “th” sound with their lips, and instead substitute a “d” sound: “dey” instead of “they,” for example. Simply touching one’s tongue to the roof of their mouth to form a “d” sound conserves more energy than extending the tongue all the way to the front of the mouth, between the teeth, to form a “th” sound — give it a try. While just a theory, I’m confident this “linguistic energy conservation” explains most of the ways in which AAE diverges from white English.

Then came some very close encounters with diversity. During the first 25 years of my life, I lived in very white neighborhoods. But then I moved to the Uptown neighborhood in Minneapolis, Minnesota. What I was thinking, I do not know. Perhaps I was thinking, “Oh, Uptown? That’s got a lot of hippie vegan cafes and fancy little grocery stores, it should be one of the nicer parts of Minneapolis.” And it is one of the nicer parts of Minneapolis — but I’m afraid that’s not saying much these days.

I lived about 30 blocks away from 38th and Chicago, where George Floyd died, during the George Floyd riots of 2020. Even before those race riots, within a month of moving into the neighborhood, I had my car broken into for a bag of ten dollars in change that had been sitting on my passenger seat. I also had upstairs neighbors who would have some pretty colorful characters of African descent skulking about the place, and “bumping” their rap music loud into the night. It was nearly impossible to visit the local gas stations without loud rap music playing across the parking lot from a parked car, or to buy some goods from inside without an earful of hooting and hollering from two or more blacks barking at each other from across the store. Worst of all was having to overhear the way these people talk to each other, the vulgar noises and mumblings that seep out of their mouths and somehow pass as a “language.” At all hours of the day (and night), blacks would just be walking around the neighborhood, seemingly without any place to be in particular, always staring, always sagging, always making a racket, and seemingly always up to no good.

All of this was slowly making it harder and harder to keep saying to myself, “But there are some good ones, so overall they are okay as a group. It’s just culture!” Then George Floyd died. I remember the exact moment I switched, the very moment I dropped my “neutral” stance on political questions regarding race: I was driving past protestors, already quite annoyed with their disruption, seeing sign after sign declaring “WHITE SILENCE IS VIOLENCE.” I also noticed signs hanging in almost every business window that said “minority-owned business” or “black-owned business” — the thinly-veiled implication here being, “We’re not white, so don’t burn down our business.” After being told what a danger “white supremacists” are, it was odd that it was not, in fact, whites who were getting so violent that the city was forced to enact a curfew. After all, NPR told me that whites are the most dangerous race in America! But there we sat, locked in our homes, under curfew because of black violence against our cities.

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After the George Floyd riots, and after seeing Democrats react to COVID by becoming the pro-lockdown party just a few months earlier, I became more right-leaning than left-leaning. Initially, I bought into the GOP’s “the Democrats are the real racists” talking points. Such rhetoric would have you believe that it is President Lyndon Johnson’s fault that Africa isn’t a thriving First World continent. As I kept looking around my home in Uptown, as I kept looking around the world and throughout history, and as I kept watching footage of the “peaceful protests” and what these “activists” were saying on the ground, my belief in that conservative myth died.

I began to wonder, “Since when is it conservative to pretend that race is nothing more than skin color? Isn’t that the 1960s countercultural take on race?” That’s when I dove into the work and commentary of Jared Taylor, J.P. Rushton, Charles Murray, Devon Stack, Nicholas J. Fuentes, and a few others who actually have the spinal fortitude to address black crime, white culture, and demographic change. Which brings me to what truly made me passionate about this cause: The Great Replacement.

That the number of whites around the world is in sharp decline is what sparked a sense of urgency in me about all of this. It would be bad enough if we had unruly non-whites laying waste to our cities, but the country would remain majority white into the indefinite future. But this is not the case. Non-whites are laying waste to our cities while our cities, states, and countries are projected to become minority white.

I came across the UN demographic data showing that by 2100, over half of the global population will be black, at over five billion people, and rising. Asians are going to peak at just under five billion, but will start to decline at or before 2100. After coming across this data, and realizing how much global economic incentive there is for open borders, I began to worry. What will the world be like by 2200!? Two percent white, 75 percent black? Could be. Again, pair these demographic projections with the normalization of open borders policies, and it’s not hard to see where this will lead — a thoroughly globalized, mongrelized, Africanized human race.

It makes you wonder about all of the billionaire philanthropy that has been undertaken in Africa over the past century. In 1950, there were only 230 million people in all of Africa, and by 2100 there will be over five billion. Global philanthropists are causing this African population boom by giving them food, water, medicine, and other resources that the indigenous African people would not be able to accumulate in such quantities on their own. Since this population boom in Africa is due to supplementation from First World leaders, then we have to wonder — are their intentions as noble as we are led to believe?

If we can stop the incessant demonization of segregation, which inevitably yields open borders policies (borders being nothing if not a form of segregation), and if we can just take control of our demographic destiny, there may be hope for the future of the West. We must honor our civilizational inheritance, the one our ancestors bestowed upon us with their blood, sweat, and tears. There is no one-size-fits-all society, and white values will not be upheld by Asians, Hispanics, or blacks. It’s up to us.

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