The Costs of Telling the Truth
AT VFR, there’s an excellent discussion of the professional and social costs of speaking honestly about race. One commenter, who writes under the pseudonym Nemo Quivedit, describes the personal hell he experienced after posting some relatively innocuous statements on Facebook about black crime and family dysfunction. His business in the entertainment industry was shunned and he lost many longtime friends. Eventually, however, he found new friends and better business opportunities. He writes:
Now that I can See, I can perceive the Enemy as he is: the First Revolutionary. Instead of fighting against his Revolution openly, where his minions can train every weapon on me and mine, I now fight a guerrilla war. I have become an anonymous counter-revolutionary, striking him from behind dozens of Internet pseudonyms and with weapons he can neither defend against nor adopt.
I am happy now. I am also a great deal more free. I learned a lot from my own lynching — namely, that fighting the Enemy on his terms is a recipe for suicide.
I learned one more lesson as well: to stay the hell off Facebook.
If you choose to publish this message, please do not reveal my name, initials, or e-mail address, as I do not wish to expose my family to any further torment from our open-minded, accepting, diversity-loving countrymen.
