When you began to see the world differently ? (I mean politically, ideologically and morally wise)

[SaltyFanta]

The Rotherham Rape gang controversy really made me realise how much the legal system as a whole supports thugs and protects thugs from the natural consequences of thuggery. The police let those girls continue to get raped, and when people stood up the police went after them. The actions of thugs are treated with kid gloves, but when people fight back when the people appointed to fight for them cower, they're hunted. If white British men were walking into Kebab shops with knives and walking out with severed heads, a world's more effort would be put into fighting them than a muslim terrorist.

And it's not intrinsically even a race thing, the police defend muslim criminals, but they defend leftist thugs too, every type of thug is protected. It's to the point you can walk into a mans store and take his livelihood, both of you knowing the police will never do anything to stop the store owner being bled dry, but the store owner can't defend himself, he's just got to watch as some human detritus slowly takes his life's work away from him, because the police won't do anything aside from prevent him from fighting back.

I realized as I thought more about this, that society is so dedicated to preventing direct violence, that it prevents defense against indirect violence. So backwater thugs reign, allowed to softly torment a world that can't fight back, because the police don't care about what they do, but they do care to prevent others stopping them. My opinion of self defense changed from "Well you can defend yourself if you fear for your life I guess." to "Yes you can violently prevent people from stealing from you, and if someone wants to assault you, you don't owe them fairness, but a bullet right between their eyes, because you have no idea what they want to do you."

 

[Stan]

I remember the moment quite vividly, actually. I was up past my bedtime, reading an illustrated abridged novel about Jackie Robinson by flashlight under the covers. I think I was six or seven, and I read about how Robinson was denied entry to white leagues despite his obvious talent, and dragged by his own teammates when he finally got in and got to play, and even while he was winning games for the Dodgers fans would spit on him. I looked at my own white hands and I asked myself “people like me really did that just because he was black?”

I felt terribly ashamed, because up until then I’d been taught that white people were mostly fair and black peoples problems were of their own making and nothing to do with us. The Robinson book showed me that was probably not the truth.

Of course, the more I learned the worse it got. Like every other American kid I learned about the triangle trade and MLK and Rosa parks, but because i was reading other books I became more and more aware of a bias within my Southern classroom. The Civil War wasn’t about race, we were taught, but economics and political and cultural divides between South and North. They took us all to Stone Mountain and an “antebellum plantation” complete with black people in costume willing to pretend to be chattel slaves in order to explain the layout of plantation houses to school kids. The giant bas relief on the side of Stone Mountain (I believe it depicts Jackson, Lee, and Jefferson Davis) wasn’t shown to us because of its history as having been built by literal klansmen, but just as “the worlds largest bas-relief”. When I brought up the confederate generals in the composition the teacher kept returning to the topic of bas relief. When we went to the site of a major Confederate surrender, we were spun a tale about lost glory like Gone With the Wind. My mom complained about sharing her school with black kids and “forced bussing”. Our neighborhood wanted a bridge closed because it led to a black neighborhood across the railroad tracks.

So I started to see how white people around me were still really prejudiced against blacks, and that it wasn’t just something that we had left in the past and thank goodness Dr King solved all that, and now things are totally fair and square. Instead I started to see how other white people would shore up their ego by putting down blacks, and how blacks seemed stuck in cycles of poverty and desperation that made their individual choices basically like arranging deck chairs on the Titanic. My parents had no problem celebrating Mardi Gras while making racist jokes over the King Cake. It was weird.

As I grew up I noticed fellow white people treating other races differently; making fun of Chinese people despite our eating a lot of American-Chinese food, and using a lot of stuff made in China. I noticed that it was hard to be out and gay in my town, and if you were people called you “the gay hairdresser” or “the gay artist” or “the gay baker”. I noticed my stepdad whispering to me that the Hispanics really do breed like rabbits upon watching a Hispanic mother with 5 kids going into the bank, and then he took me out for tacos. I noticed the suspicion other people held towards me for studying German, because the only thing they knew about Germany was Hitler and WWII. They’d never heard of Goethe.

My dad and I were at a gas station once in my teens, and this attractive white lady was buckling her black kid into a carseat alone. My dad saw her, and after she left he told me never to have kids with a black man because no other man would ever have me for a wife. I still have no idea what to make of that comment; it’s not as if we knew that lady or what her story was.

And I guess my the end of high school I recognized that a lot of the people around me were really quite prejudiced, and to make matters worse they were barely aware of it. They were the normies, the centrists; not like the real racists who murder and beat on black people. They thought they were being fair, and having so little contact with black anything outside of books from the library I wasn’t in much of a position to contradict the grown-ups. And I had been taught to be afraid of black people, so I was afraid to confront this kind of casual prejudice.

That’s the sort of thing that started me thinking differently. It’s definitely part of the reason I relocated to New York, and then Boston; not that I think the racism of Boston is any less pernicious than that of the South. But as a college kid i had high hopes that the North was going to be the place where race relations could be easier and I could actually meet and make friends with some black people without it being weird or exceptional. And I did, and it wasn’t; and for the most part they’re Americans just like me, with maybe a handful of cultural differences. And often, they rightfully reminded me to check myself: that’s how ingrained some of the fear and the prejudice against black people had been trained into me, despite my own awareness of it and resistance to its biases.

So that’s how I started to think differently. Happy to talk about it more.

 

[Stan]

I thought of another thing that got me started thinking differently. One night I was walking home from a synagogue in Riverdale (I was there for a community dinner) at night, and the path back to my apartment cut through a park.

I turned the corner down a stairwell and on the other end of the stairs was a black guy walking his bicycle. I audibly gasped and he immediately said “I’m sorry”.

I tried to recover; “oh-oh, no, I just didn’t know you were there,” but we both knew the score. I saw a black guy and I was scared of him (because I’d been taught to be afraid of blacks) and his apology was really meant as an assurance that he wasn’t going to offer me violence. He was just a normal guy walking his bike up some steps.

I felt that incident was very meaningful. Who else has to apologize for just existing like that? Nobody should have to, and I should not have been taught to be frightened of other races in this way. Because I’m sure I wouldn’t have reacted the way I did to a white guy hauling his bike in the same situation.

 

[AlmightyMagichan]

I see now that every group is the same. They want your money, undying loyalty, and you have to follow all of their rules with no question. They can break their rules whenever they want, because they'll have 10,000 excuses and are morally superior.

 

[VeePeeN]

When I learned about MK Ultra sometime around 2010. Sent me down a rabbit hole for some years.

The last 8 years have really been eye-opening as well, with the cultural degradation, blatant hypocrisy from media and politics, corrupt judicial system, everything that nicely fits into the catch-all of "clown world".

Getting black pilled prior to that prob helped me cope with the last few years and avoid falling for the Qanon psyop.

 

[Mega Black]

I was a very liberal and socially progressive teen that slowly became more right leaning and conspiracy pilled as the narrative surrounding racial prejudice changed from 'treating everyone equally is the goal' to 'fuck white men (you) for being the source of all grievous evil in the world today.'

I was consistently surprised by how deeply this narrative was pushed. College only served to make things worse. As liberal professors pushed ideology over education I became thoroughly disenchanted with the beliefs I had once held close to. Further education on various subjects I'd once had a passive interest in eventually revealed dark truths that shaped me into the person I am today.

This all happened probably over the last fifteen years. It takes a while to wake up from the Matrix.

 

[Otoya Yamaguchi]

hard to pinpoint an exact moment, was a gradual change. kind of went

started messing with psychadelics>>>started uncovering from psychological trauma from my childhood>>>went to therapy>>>started messing with witchcraft>>>realied government/corporations have been lying about literally everything my entire life>>>>discovered god/jesus

this isnt so much a sequence, just events that kind of sort of happened at the same time, kind of.