Print this post Print this post

Why I Write

1,190 words

The most interesting thing about the writers of TOQ isn’t why we write, but why we came to write from the perspective that we have. Wanting to express oneself in print isn’t that rare. High IQ people have their journals and books while even the less intelligent have MySpace. The more interesting question is how did we come to hold such unpopular beliefs?

As a hereditarian, I believe that my political beliefs are to a large extent genetically determined. Liberals, who think that everything is shaped by the environment, probably have much better stories about how they came to believe the things that they do. I can’t do that. I never was robbed or beaten up by a black person, nor has a Mexican ever taken one of my jobs. If there were a movie made about my life, some bad experiences with NAMs [non-Asian minorities] would have to be put in there, because a story about a guy coming to his life philosophy through reading books and thinking wouldn’t make for interesting viewing.

What is worth writing about is how my personality has interacted with the world around me. Before ever thinking about politics or race, I spent my early teens wondering about religion. A cousin and some of his friends once tried to convert me to their hellfire and brimstone version of Christianity. They told me that the vast majority of the world is damned and only those “saved” would avoid eternal torture. I found this horrifying, but the biblical arguments made sense. The God I found in the Bible wasn’t the friendly man upstairs we know in popular culture. As a matter of fact, he was quite horrifying. But if the Word was the Truth, I would have to learn to love Big Brother. Luckily, I eventually ran across a book called Atheist Universe and have since been free of the cosmic dictator that only existed in my head.

While becoming an atheist gave me peace of mind, it also permanently separated me from the rest of humanity. Ninety percent or so of Americans believe in God, and many of the rest believe in a “higher power.” For better or worse, I simply lack something that the rest of humanity has.

I’m reminded of this at strange moments. One of the biggest stories of the past few weeks has been that of kidnap victim Jaycee Dugard, found safe after being snatched almost twenty years ago. Of course I feel for what the family must have gone through, but much of that sympathy went away when I later read that the girl’s mom had consulted a psychic to try to find her daughter. Anyone who could’ve done such a thing is someone with whom I have trouble feeling a human connection.

I should be humble about my atheism. The smartest man in the world believes in God, and I’m not going to argue with anybody who has an IQ several standard deviations higher than mine. But we can say for certain that all religions and claims of humans having supernatural powers are false.

I didn’t think much about politics. I had the vague notion that I was smart, and since all smart people were liberal that’s what I should be. My only philosophical idea was atheism, and it didn’t escape my notice that those who most strongly believed in God tended to be on the right. (Atheist Universe itself is sprinkled with a couple shots at conservatives and just assumes that anyone smart enough to pick up a book is going to be of the left) I was isolated from the masses, but at least there was a minority of college professors, journalists, and intellectuals who were rational and believed in socialism, racial egalitarianism, feminism, and all the other smart people stuff.

I got my first experience with liberals in the flesh when I went off to college. I took a few years of Arabic. It seemed as if everybody in the classes were either those hoping for careers in the Army or CIA or Islamophiles, including white girls who had converted to Islam and were wearing the hijab. I must’ve met more white converts to Islam in my college days than I did believing Christians.

Interestingly, I saw the same professors and students who foamed at the mouth at the “Christian Fundies” treating these confused coeds like they had made a wise and sober decision. (My Arabic professor, a secular Moroccan, was just as disgusted and baffled with the girls as I was.)

I searched for logical consistencies. What led people to at the same time celebrate homosexuality and a culture that stoned homosexuals to death, all while rallying against “homophobia” in America? Nothing but hatred of whites and Western civilization. Behind all the intellectualization, the millions of words in academic journals, the conferences, the class room discussions, the thousand page dissertations and media coverage that’s all there was.

It’s really not something that takes a lot of brain power to figure out. Just find a liberal (almost anybody who went to college). Ask him if the Tibetans should be allowed to preserve their culture. Then ask him whether whites should be allowed to. Contrast the reactions. Or tell him a story about Christians opposing birth control. Then a little while later bring up a story about Muslims stoning somebody to death. You can also see it in how liberals downplay black crime while their hearts bleed about separate water fountains fifty years ago.

My disgust with liberals grew and grew at the same time I was discovering sociobiology (no thanks to the four year brainwashing camp that I attended!), and my basic world view was formed. Whatever personality trait I had that caused me to reject religion and isolated me from the masses led me to reject egalitarianism and be disgusted with the elite. I eventually made my peace with the religious believers after I saw what those who didn’t believe in God believed in.

I write because I value the search for truth, classical music, freedom of speech, capitalism, beauty, science, and technological innovation. However simple the common folk are, I understand that these things almost exclusively were either created by or exist within the white race.

I go mad when I see those who’ve contributed nothing to human knowledge or advancement demand their “fair share” of what modern civilization produces. And my conscience is clear if I can do whatever little I can to combat the inverted morality of our present civilization.

A movement needs activists and money more than it needs intellectuals. The science on racial differences is conclusive and the moral case for white nationalism can be made in one paragraph. It wouldn’t be worth writing if I didn’t think that my work provided something valuable not found elsewhere.

Whether I’m changing the world on any large scale is doubtful. I’m inclined towards pessimism when it comes to the human condition, but who knows. If the white race ever feels like asserting its right to exist again, I can at least say that I played a small part.

TOQ Online, September 25, 2009


One Comment

  1. Cary
    Posted December 16, 2010 at 10:36 am | Permalink

    Several things predominated in my growing awareness of race & demographic realities. First was the obviously fallacious claim about my kin made in daily papers and in “academic” studies purporting to demonstrate the diverse white American’s deficiencies & demon-like qualities. I had been perfectly happy being just an American until I noticed that I was supposed to be a raving racist and supremacist.

    Next came a growing recognition that we lacked a voice from which we could speak while all around us were people telling us who we were and how bad we were.

    Then came an awareness that the most valued demographic characteristic, diversity, had been stripped from us in public discourse when it is probably the chief characteristic of the diverse white Americans. Then there was the awareness that everyone else had “American” attached to their demographic name, and that we didn’t.

    And finally came the awareness that we have been living in a kind of sloppily constructed cocoon of words, phrases, definitions, values, and social mores that have nothing to do with my life, but which were so badly constructed that one can simply find any loose end one wishes to notice, and give a big yank on it to open up some light. It’s difficult to retain a sense of balance when one discovers that one inhabits a world of ideas that is fundamentally a cluster of lies, and sets to work to open up the world of ideas to more light.

    We’ll make big forward strides when we abandon our hostility to the concept of diversity for ourselves, demand that American be a suffix in all references, and make a study of the plentiful ways individuals and groups can yank on the loose threads of the cocoon to bring more light into the picture.

    It isn’t required that we hate or demonize anyone else, all we have to do is get real and work against the system with intelligence. And the choice between a horizontal, global political entity and a vertical, territorial-based political entity is one that will find its own solution when there are enough of us.

Post a Comment

Your email is never published nor shared.
Comments are moderated. If you don't see your comment, please be patient. If approved, it will appear here soon. Do not post your comment a second time.
Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>


This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

  • Our Titles

    White Identity Politics

    Here’s the Thing

    Trevor Lynch: Part Four of the Trilogy

    Graduate School with Heidegger

    It’s Okay to Be White


    The Enemy of Europe

    The World in Flames

    The White Nationalist Manifesto

    From Plato to Postmodernism

    The Gizmo

    Return of the Son of Trevor Lynch's CENSORED Guide to the Movies

    Toward a New Nationalism

    The Smut Book

    The Alternative Right

    My Nationalist Pony

    Dark Right: Batman Viewed From the Right

    The Philatelist

    Novel Folklore

    Confessions of an Anti-Feminist

    East and West

    Though We Be Dead, Yet Our Day Will Come

    White Like You

    The Homo and the Negro, Second Edition

    Numinous Machines

    Venus and Her Thugs


    North American New Right, vol. 2

    You Asked For It

    More Artists of the Right

    Extremists: Studies in Metapolitics


    The Importance of James Bond

    In Defense of Prejudice

    Confessions of a Reluctant Hater (2nd ed.)

    The Hypocrisies of Heaven

    Waking Up from the American Dream

    Green Nazis in Space!

    Truth, Justice, and a Nice White Country

    Heidegger in Chicago

    The End of an Era

    Sexual Utopia in Power

    What is a Rune? & Other Essays

    Son of Trevor Lynch's White Nationalist Guide to the Movies

    The Lightning & the Sun

    The Eldritch Evola

    Western Civilization Bites Back

    New Right vs. Old Right

    Lost Violent Souls

    Journey Late at Night: Poems and Translations

    The Non-Hindu Indians & Indian Unity

    Baader Meinhof ceramic pistol, Charles Kraaft 2013

    Jonathan Bowden as Dirty Harry

    The Lost Philosopher, Second Expanded Edition

    Trevor Lynch's A White Nationalist Guide to the Movies

    And Time Rolls On

    The Homo & the Negro

    Artists of the Right

    North American New Right, Vol. 1

    Some Thoughts on Hitler

    Tikkun Olam and Other Poems

    Under the Nihil

    Summoning the Gods

    Hold Back This Day

    The Columbine Pilgrim

    Confessions of a Reluctant Hater

    Taking Our Own Side

    Toward the White Republic

    Distributed Titles


    The Node

    The New Austerities

    Morning Crafts

    The Passing of a Profit & Other Forgotten Stories

    Gold in the Furnace