Hello.
My name is Ariovistus, and I am what most of the posters here would call a ‘racist’ (though that is not how I think of myself).
I am not here to troll, any more than I am here to open myself up to verbal abuse from those who do not share my opinions.
Nobody sent me. I am here of my own free will.
I recently was shown a thread concerning a board where I usually hang out: chimpout.com. I carry the same name over there, in case any of you all are wondering.
I come here not to validate your pet stereotypes of someone with my views. Rather, I come here for honest discourse.
I am not your enemy. I am, however, your opponant.
I will tell all of you here and now, that nothing I tell you will be a lie or intended to mislead. I might refuse to answer any questions about my personal information, etc, and I might even be mistaken from time to time, but any answers that I give you will be, to the best of my ability, honest to the point of being blunt. Even brutal or distasteful. You might not like my answers, but they will be honest.
Rest assured, I probably do not share your opinions, no matter what they might be, but I will not use abusive language towards any of you for any reason. I came here in the hopes that we can have an honest exchange of opinions without vitriol.
I am willing to bet that many of you, if not most of you, have ever had an honest discourse with a bonafied “racist” who was willing to answer any and all questions posed without resorting to namecalling or taunts.
That being said, I have had little contact with liberals. Mostly by choice. Like any human being, I associate with those I have the most in common with or those who are likeminded.
A bit of background:
(I supply this information not to give you ammo against me, but as an olive branch. My experiences might lend understanding to you. And I have nothing to hide.)
I grew up in a border state… Kentucky. Mostly a poor Southern State (Commonwealth), it has little industry and is largely agrarian.
Our family is Norse and Teuton, and have always been warriors going back as far as one would care to trace (and we can go back 11 generations as of this writing).
I was a soldier and Noncommissioned Officer for most of my adult life in the service of my Republic. I have been to many different parts of the world, to include Eastern Europe, Africa, the Middle East, South and Central America. At one point, I did not set foot in the US for 6 years.
I am University educated (University of Kentucky). I am also a Disabled Veteran (100%). I do not have full use of my legs. I have PTSD and dizzy spells brought on by head trauma. I also have cancer, which is in remission.
I have a beard. I also wear my hair long- in a ponytail- and look like a cross between a Viking and a biker, but I have no tatoos.
By choice, I now reside on a small farm in South Central Kentucky (all white community, far, far from the city) with my small family and raise livestock and crops. The peace and tranquility are soothing and healing when compared to the life I was leading.
Back to the subject at hand:
I did not “suddenly” wake up one day and say to myself: “Self? Today we are going to start hating black people.”. I do not hate any one people simply for the color of their skin. That would be rediculous and shallow.
Rather, I arrived at the opinions I have based on a lifetime of coexistance with many different types of people (I am currently 42 years of age) in many, many different types of situations, some of them life-threatening.
I do not “hate” black people. I do, however, dislike them intensely for many reasons and choose to not be around them, nor live anywhere near them. I also understand them quite well. But that is a Catch 22: The more I understand them, the less I like what I see. If I had to put name to the emotions I feel when I think of them, it would be a weak species of pity, combined with revulsion.
For those of you interested, I officially had no opinion of them for years. My parents taught me to investigate everything before forming an opinion, and were mum on the subject of other races.
Why I feel the way I do will become clear once this discourse gets going, hopefully, and both our camps can claim a bit more understanding of the other.
