Confessions of a Reluctant HaterGreg Johnson
Translations: French, German, Slovak, Spanish
I wrote the following essay in June of 2005. I circulated it around the internet under the pen name Michael Meehan. It is the first of many “illegitimate” children of my pen that I wish to claim as my own.
Racism, properly understood, is the acknowledgement of the reality of objective, biological differences between the races, differences that are so dramatic that racial mingling inevitably causes hatred and violence, thus racial separation is the best way to preserve all races.
Racism, properly understood, is also the recognition that it is perfectly healthy and normal and right to love what is one’s own more than what belongs to others. It is natural, normal, and right to show preferences to one’s self, one’s family, one’s friends, one’s homeland, one’s nation, and one’s race.
Why is so healthy, rational, and enlightened an outlook as racism smeared as “hate”? To prefer one’s family to the neighbors is not hate. To prefer one’s friends to strangers is not hate. To prefer one’s homeland to a foreign country is not hate. I prefer Whites to other races, but that fact alone does not mean that I hate other races.
Preference does not mean hatred, but merely an inequality of loves. I love New Mexico, but I love California more. And I perfectly understand why a New Mexican might feel exactly the opposite.
I will grant that some are people attracted to the White Nationalist movement simply because, for whatever psychopathological reasons, they are filled with hate, and they think that the movement will offer them a place to express their hate openly. But angry, hate-filled people are attracted to all causes. Every cause has an enemy, who is marked as an appropriate object of hate. Thus every cause will attract angry, sick people looking for an outlet for their aggression. I know from personal experience that anti-racists are typically a venomous, aggressive, hate-filled lot.
I suspect, moreover, that some marginal, psychopathic people are attracted to White Nationalism precisely because anti-racists have fostered the impression that we are all crazy. But I also suspect that far more psychopathic haters are attracted to the cultural and political mainstream than to a marginal movement like White Nationalism, simply because the establishment offers no shortage of socially acceptable objects of hatred. It is, for instance, socially acceptable to hate White people, especially rural and Southern Whites, White Nationalists, Arabs, Muslims, and other enemies of the Jews. So look for the majority of psychopathic haters in the ranks of the anti-racists, in the police forces, in the military, and in the mainstream conservative movement, especially among the warmongers.
But I must be frank. Although preferring one’s own race does not in itself lead to hating other races, I really do hate other races. This is where my enemies will place the close quotes, when they lift my words out of context to smear me. What follows is the context, i.e., some necessary distinctions, qualifications, examples, and explanations.
First of all, I find it very difficult to say that I hate anyone or anything. It goes against my nature. If anything, I tend to be too sentimental and soft-hearted, too open to appeals to emotion. I fawn over children and dogs, and I find it especially hard to say no to women.
Second, I do not hate all other races. If tomorrow we discovered life on Mars, I know that I would prefer my race to the Martians. But I would not hate them. Likewise, I prefer my own race to the headhunters of Papua, the Aborigines of Australia, the Pygmies of the Congo, and the Bushmen of the Kalahari. But I do not hate them.
Because I do not have to live with them. Because I am separate from them. Because, so far as I know, they do not negatively affect my life.
If, however, the Catholic Church, the federal government, or the Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society established a colony of Papuans, Aborigines, Pygmies, Bushmen, or Martians on my block, and I had to live in close proximity with them—and, worse yet, subsidize them with my tax dollars—then I probably would start hating them.
Of course it would begin slowly. I might try to get to know them at first. I might bring them food as a housewarming gift—although nervously, because I would not know if it would upset their stomachs or violate some unknown food taboo. Since they would probably know little or no English and show little interest in learning, I might try to greet them with a few words of their native tongue—although nervously, because I would always fear that the Pygmy word for “hello” would, to my ears, be undetectably similar to a cuss word. I would try my best to interpret their reactions, to determine how my friendly gestures were being received, but I would probably find them inscrutable and begin to feel uncomfortable around them. Then, as time revealed more and more of our racial and cultural differences, we would really start getting on one another’s nerves.
A year ago, I would have placed Polynesians on the list of peoples I had nothing against. But I had no direct contact with them. Then several families from Samoa or Tonga moved in a few buildings down. I thought they were aesthetically unappealing: large, brown, Australoid-Mongoloid hybrids who easily run to flab. But they seemed pleasant enough at first. Then I started noticing certain annoying differences.
For instance, although their personal hygiene does not seem problematic—though I have not gotten close enough to confirm that—in other respects, they are unspeakably filthy people. For instance, they are fond of noisily socializing and eating together outdoors. This is bad enough, but days later, the ground is still littered not only with trash and toys, but also with discarded food. After their last cookout, their landlord had to pay Mexicans to clean up after them. After another cookout, I found a mound of rotting fish, crawling with flies and maggots, dumped in a neighbor’s yard. Of course this kind of behavior would not be a problem in Tonga or Samoa, where it is probably accepted by everyone. But here it is disgusting and disrespectful, not to mention a potential health hazard.
Other behaviors are simply attempts to exploit White Americans, whom these Polynesians seem to regard with cordial contempt. It is hard not to be contemptuous of people whose commitment to “multiculturalism” means abandoning their own cultural standards whenever they conflict with foreign standards, no matter how barbarous and inferior. For instance, when the local Samoans or Tongans (or whatever) find the washing machines in their apartment building engaged, they simply come over and use the machines in my building. I do not know how they get in. I suspect that they have their abundant children lurk around and then prop open the door when someone leaves. Not only does this inconvenience people in my building who wish to do their laundry, it is a security hazard for doors to be propped open. Furthermore, once they gained access to the laundry room, the detergents I had left out without fear of theft by fellow Whites were rapidly depleted. These Polynesians did not even care to hide their theft by pilfering a little at a time. Either they are incredibly stupid, or they think they can steal from Whites with impunity.
Now these are minor problems, particularly compared with the plight of Whites forced to live among Blacks. But they illustrate how irritating diversity rapidly becomes. Furthermore, I can’t honestly say that I hate Polynesians—not yet. But if I confronted them about their behavior and the response were ugly, I might very well end up hating them. (I have not confronted them because I am planning to move in the near future, because it would do no good, and because I have bigger fish to fry.) But hate them or not, I don’t want to live around Polynesians, any Polynesians, ever again.
I do not deny that White people can be obnoxious. But I prefer obnoxious Whites to obnoxious non-Whites any day. Even the worst White people are easier to handle. At least I can appeal to common standards, and confronting them is not an international incident.
A third important qualification: It is possible to hate a group of people and yet not hate individual members. I am unfailingly polite in my dealings with individuals of other races. I have met likeable individual Blacks, Jews, Mestizos, and Orientals. I have even met non-Whites who are capable of adopting White standards and customs and living harmoniously in a White society.
But I never lose sight of the fact that these likeable individuals are members of races with identities and interests different from my own, races that inevitably come into conflict with my own when we share the same territory.
An individual Black, especially if nurtured by a White civilization, may turn out to be an intelligent and admirable scholar like Thomas Sowell. But a lot of Blacks living together according to their own natures never rise above primitive savagery. The potential Thomas Sowells are nipped in the bud. And when large numbers of Blacks are loosed on a White civilization, they inevitably drag it down to their level, as can be seen in Haiti, South Africa, and Detroit. There are just not enough good Blacks in the Black community to make any other outcome possible.
An individual Jew can make genuine contributions to White civilization. Gustav Mahler, for instance, was a first rate composer. But a lot of Jews living amongst us according to their own natures and interests have been overwhelmingly destructive. Without the Jews, there would have been no Communism, which is the single deadliest folly in human history. (Christianity, another Jewish product, is not far behind.) Without the Jews, the United States would never have gotten into World War I. Without the Jews, there would have been no World War II. Without the Jews, the United States would not be at war with Iraq. Nor would the US government be planning wars with Syria and Iran. Nor would the US be pursuing a reckless anti-Russian foreign policy. If any of these adventures leads to World War III, a future historian will tell us that it would not have happened without the Jews either. Compared with these crimes, it seems almost petty to complain about the Jewish role in promoting every form of cultural ugliness, filth, and degeneracy. There are just not enough good Jews in the Jewish community to make any other outcome possible.
By all means, treat individuals as individuals. But don’t fall for the folly of individualism, which denies the reality of group identities, group interests, and group conflicts. Be on guard when an individualist waxes gooey and sentimental about the Gustav Mahlers and Thomas Sowells and then “concludes,” by sheer assertion, that collective problems are non-existent or that collective solutions are immoral and out of the question.
Alex Linder once summed up this sort of individualism brilliantly: “Because the Black race produced a Thomas Sowell, the White race must die.” Because the Jews produced a Mahler, the race that produced Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, Brahms, and countless other geniuses must perish. After all, if Whites were to secure their survival, that would be “collectivism.” But individualism founders on the fact that groups are real. And collective problems require collective solutions.
I showed a draft of this essay to a friend who questioned the wisdom of giving our enemies a sentence like “I really do hate other races” to quote. My reply was: we White Nationalists claim that, as a general rule, the mixing of races inevitably causes hatred and conflict, so it is preposterous for us to pretend that we are immune to the effects of racial mixture. If White Nationalists who claim this are honest, then they are living refutations of their own claim that multiracial societies breed racial hatred.
I am living proof that multiracial societies cause racial hatred. But here is another line to quote: I do not want to hate other races. That is why I want to live in a homogenously White society. Such a society would have plenty of problems, but racial hatred and conflict would not be among them.
Racism, properly understood, means recognizing biological differences between populations and preferring members of one’s own group. Racism has no necessary connection to hatred or violence towards other races. In a racial nationalist utopia, all races would have separate, homogenous homelands. All distinct tribes or nationalities would have separate homelands too.
Racial and cultural nationalism would not impede peaceful cooperation: the exchange of goods and ideas, tourism, international athletic competitions, artistic and cultural exchanges, studies abroad, etc. But nationalism would impede the hatred and violence that are inevitable when different races and peoples are forced to share the same territories and governments. Nationalism, consistently practiced, would even discourage the scourge of war between ethnostates, since true racial nationalists would neither seek to rule over other peoples nor stand in the way of the secession of separate ethnostates from multiracial, multiethnic states.
Multiracialism and multiculturalism do, however, have a necessary connection to hatred and violence toward other races. In theory, of course, the advocates of multiracial, multicultural societies are all about love, tolerance, and peace towards all men. (Except for racial and cultural nationalists, of course, for whom they have no love and tolerance, and against whom they are willing to wage wars of extermination.) But in practice, multiracial, multiethnic states do not work. They lead inevitably to hatred, intolerance, and bloodshed.
They even made a hater out of a nice guy like me.
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Hate isn’t the harmful emotion that we are told it is.
Hate in an unmanaged form can certainly poison a person and all that he touches, especially relationships. Who wants to be around a hateful, angry person? Angry people are dangerous, even to those they love.
Anti-Afro hatred is a creative sacrament. It is defensive and invigorating at the same time. Racist hate keeps me ever vigilant against my enemies, while at the same time it reminds me to give more attention to the great achievements of White Humanity, and to look within myself for my White talents and skills and opportunities, and to be especially jealous of keeping my White privilege. My racist hatred of the blacks keeps me accountable to myself for using what is White within me for a advancement of my White community, which make me creative, more so than I would be if I were complacently tolerant of negrodom.
As my hatred for non whites grows, my love for Whites (the Ordnung only) also grows, therefore, race hatred is a sacrament of White love.
You are right.
Love for our friends – hate for our enemies.
This is one of those pieces that is entirely and wonderfully freeing to me personally. Hate indeed is NOT bad as we’ve been taught and what we’ve been taught is crippling to our souls. I am free to hate when hate seems called for . . . I am free to believe the evidence of my senses which show me race of people who are hopelessly inferior to my own in every way imaginable . . . no, not just “different” but inferior. When I was subject to the guilt the negroes would have me feel, it was necessary for me to shut down my senses – my eyes and ears that revealed to me the ignorance and backwardness and at times subhuman behavior of the negroe and substitute for my own instincts the politically correct ‘opinion’ that they were ‘equal’ and that my gut about them was wrong and my repressed feelings about them were evil. The most painful thing that an individual can do is split himself from himself – to become a divided house – to push away his own instincts, intelligence and powers of discernment in favor of something that’s been forced upon him.
Thank you for speaking out in this brave way. Thank you for showing me I’m not alone with these perceptions and feelings of mine.
A stellar essay. Hats off.
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