How a Black Man Discovered the Truth About Race

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

Richard Lynn is a brilliant man, but reading him cannot make you a race realist. I followed the race and intelligence controversy for a long time before identifying as a race realist. Without multiple interactions with black people, I couldn’t fully appreciate the works of men like Professor Lynn and J. Philippe Ruston. Race Realism resonated with me only after I had left the pristine environments of my home and middle-class high school.

That the scientific findings I had been following were true became clear only after dealing with other blacks in the real world. Reading that blacks, on average, are more impulsive than other races is unremarkable. But when you experience the wrath of a hot-tempered black man for no apparent reason, you begin to wonder if researchers are underreporting their findings. Once, a black cab driver yelled at me because he did not like the condition of the money I paid him with. Another time, I took a cab and paid the black driver the correct fare, but he threatened to kill me because I got off before his chosen destination. He wanted all his passengers to be heading in the same direction so he could make more money.

Seeing this kind of behavior over and over again made me realize those studies showing low black IQ and low black self-control were absolutely correct. Accepting these truths has given me a real clarity. I now know that regardless of the specifics, if I’m around blacks, they will waste my time. And at the risk of sounding cynical, I also know that leading a peaceful life sometimes means avoiding black people.

Blacks make mundane activities needlessly difficult. For example, they think joining a line is difficult. On several occasions, I’ve seen blacks refuse to get in line at a store, and then complain to employees that they aren’t being adequately served. People tolerate this behavior from blacks because they know that chastising blacks for breaking the rules can lead to violence. Personally, I never argue with blacks because it always prove to be a waste of time. Not even black beggars are willing to “go along to get along.” I never give beggars money, and when I refuse black ones, they often lace me with profanities.

I am not the only black person to hold realistic views on race, but black race realists — like ones — don’t share them for fear of blowback. I know well-educated blacks who tell me that they do not need to read Richard Lynn to know that blacks have high rates of psychopathy and promiscuity, since this is clear as day. I myself have discovered that regardless of income and education, blacks enjoy bragging about their sexual escapades. An acquaintance once confided in me that the black women he worked with constantly talked about their sex lives at work. He could not believe that women could express such sincere pride in being promiscuous.

Black men are no better. They love to boast about their sexual prowess and the number of women whose virginity they’ve taken. Many black men also consider fathering children with multiple women to be a sign of high status — regardless of whether they actually care for their offspring. Though pathological, this dysfunctional worldview is embraced by many blacks.

The best cure for delusions about race is to expose yourself to blacks.

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