Remember that one sunny Saturday afternoon in the summer of 1985, spent riding through the suburbs with the windows rolled down in your mom’s Ford Fairmont, fresh out of just seeing Back To The Future, and in the background “The Power of Love” is blasting from the stereo? I’m sure you can recall such innocent times as those when you were opening up a few crisp new packs of 2nd Series Garbage Pail Kids or M.U.S.C.L.E. figurines while on your way to a friend’s birthday party at Chuck E.Cheese. Did you live for Saturday morning cartoons like Monchichis and Dungeons and Dragons? Are you nostalgic for those days and have trouble letting fond memories of a better world slip away? If so and you’re white, then by now you may be an evil racist like me.
I was never raised to be racist. Never in my wildest “Friday The 13th” induced nightmares did I think I would become one. Generation X white children of the late 1970’s and 80’s were brought up and educated in cultural marxist institutions that, while not as lockstep PC and gulag modeled as those of the almost universally brainwashed millennials, certainly did not encourage or promote racist attitudes on any level. There was a brief window in time from roughly 1975-1988 when young whites raised in that era were willing to embrace multiculturalism and a color blind society. I shall refer to this time period as “The Window,” and it’s symbolized I think by role models like Irv Cross, who exemplified what a successful post-racial society could look like. It was only when we began to realize that only whites were supposed to be color blind while all other races were encouraged to identify with their own race and advocate racial solidarity, that some of us started to get the impression we were being scammed. The image of blacks as illiterate thugs and violent degenerates was not one that I had as a child. It slowly materialized for me over many years and was a result of observations of actual blacks in action as well as a reaction to the way they themselves had chosen to represent themselves in popular culture. As a kid, I remember saying the N-word to a black kid only once, on the playground while we were fighting over a ball at recess in 1989, and he of course called me a honky, and we were friends again 5 minutes later. I don’t think I ever thought negatively about blacks in the generality, associated them with gangster stereotypes or had doubts about diversity until the early 90’s, around the time of The L.A. riots. Preconceived negative images of blacks already existed among many older whites of course, but the point is that in our generation they were not shared to a great extent, and their existence was actually perpetuated by blacks themselves(an indirectly by their ethnomasochist white enablers.)
Chances are, if you’ve ever uttered a politically incorrect sentiment about blacks or Hispanics, someone has responded with “you need to get out more and actually get to know these people,” as if you’ve never had a chance to experience the “joys” of diversity. It must have never crossed their mind that such experiences may have been the catalyst which induced your racism in the first place. Despite what black leaders and yuppie white liberals would have me believe, living in big cities like Los Angeles and being exposed to large scale diversity actually reinforced those negative stereotypes and exponentially amplified whatever minor ingrained racist attitudes I previously had, rather than erased them. That experience is consistent with Harvard political scientist Robert Putnam’s assessment of diversity in the contemporary classic, “Bowling Alone.” Even the most ethnomasochist white liberals(as well as some blacks!) aren’t stupid enough to walk around black neighborhoods at night and send their kids to predominantly black schools, if you look at their revealed preferences rather than listen to their phony idealistic catch phrases. When hordes of introspection lacking, feral blacks riot over one of their own being killed or hurt by police(often under ambiguous circumstances,) non-SJW whites aren’t thinking “Gee what can we do to understand blacks better or make them not want to act so angry?” Instead we’re thinking “Okay, I think I’m done with this diversity crap. Let them have their neighborhoods to themselves, and let’s put a stop to this before someday every major city looks like Mogadishu.”
After decades of being told diversity has been great for us, despite all the evidence being to the contrary(have Detroit, Oakland, Memphis, Gary, Los Angeles, New Orleans, Baltimore, Birmingham, etc. become better places to live since becoming majority black?) our antiquated, privileged, Generation X, Gobstopper fueled, 1980’s IBM supercomputer brains are beginning to learn the futility of playing the game at all, much like “Joshua” in the movie Wargames. We’ve been branded racist for life merely for being born white, and there’s nothing we can do except bend over and allow blacks to take charge and metaphorically screw us up the ass until they’re satisfied past injustices(real or imagined) have been redressed(though we are never precisely told when that will be or what specifically needs to happen.) With this being the “inevitable” future that social justice warriors believe we should embrace, is it any wonder Generation X whites are simply saying “Fuck it” and becoming openly racist? Without any significant defense representation against anti-whitism in the major political parties(John Boehner? I mean really…) former Alex P. Keaton, 80’s republican kids like me suddenly find ourselves flirting with cringeworthy elements of white nationalism…as it’s the only corner in the diversity maze left that isn’t openly hostile to whites. It seems we will have to be the ones to stand up for our people and attempt to preserve some recognizable semblance of the civilized, Heinleinian, space colonization bound world we grew up in.
Next time some yuppie white SJW reptilian scum calls you a racist or tries to lecture you about “white privilege,” instead of cowardly pleading with them about you’re not some evil racist, and reaching for your dime store “I have a lot of black friends” amulet, just say “Yeah, so what if I’m racist? I’ve got some privilege for you to suck on.” If you haven’t yet, you should give it a try. It’s a liberating feeling I promise(making the statement I mean, not “sucking on my privilege.”) We have really reached a (less than) zero-sum game at this point with diversity. Not all blacks are criminals or bad people. Many of them are awesome and some are even more pro-white than most actual white people, but I’ve seen enough World Star videos and ridden the bus enough times to realize that living with large populations of blacks isn’t worth it on balance, and after the latest rounds of rioting and increasing instances blacks setting people on fire… it is an idea that in 2015 I am simply no longer interested in entertaining. If you don’t like it, feel free to find me a Delorean on Craigslist, call Doc Brown, and have him send me back to the comparatively sane world of 1985.