My car broke down yesterday. It happened without warning and I was stranded by the side of the highway for some time until the tow truck showed up. When I got it back home, I contacted a random mobile mechanic from Craigslist. Needless to say, this was not among the more pleasant, or cheap, days of my life. What should have been a fine Summer day, frolicking in the sunshine, turned out to be an expensive day full of bad news.
The mechanic showed up and struggled with my car for a couple of hours. We chatted and we took his truck to a parts store. He mentioned he didn’t own a television and that he does a lot of reading. On a hunch, I told him that television is full of anti-white propaganda. I was right; the man was racially aware and, with any luck, a new friendship was forged. To said mechanic: If you’re reading this blog, as I suggested, feel free to chime in with a comment.
What if he wasn’t racially aware? Then there might have been an awkward moment and I would do my best to explain myself. Then we would probably have changed the subject. Either way my car was toast*.
The moral of the story is: Don’t be overly cautious in hiding your racial opinions unless you’re at work or a professional function where a careless comment could land you in hot water. Mere awkwardness is not a valid excuse for silence. Pro-white people need to find each other and we cannot do so if the thought of speaking our minds makes us tremble with fear.
* I bought a “new” one today; I was just finishing paying off the old one.