Brainwashing Backfires In Academe

[Peter
Brimelow
writes:
The education industry seems to gear up


earlier
every year—the
brainwashing described here is happening in a college
near you right now! Unexpected consequence: When I met
Kevin Carter a few weeks ago, he kindly gave me an
envelope containing cash for VDARE.COM that he had
raised from his band of brothers (see below). Goodness
knows we need the money—I will be making another
heart-rending appeal soon—but the more usual thing is to
get a tax deduction by clicking


here
.
]

It`s not exactly a secret these
days that

college life
isn`t what it used to be. Gone are the
days when learned divines would lecture students on the
evils of

atheism and free thought.

But if the old religion has long
since been banished from

ivied halls
, the faith that has taken its place is
no less

dogmatic
.

I refer, of course, to the

religion of anti-racism,
or the

cult of multiculturalism
, or whatever you want to
call the poison that is now regularly injected into the
minds of young people these days.

On my first day of college, I
received formal instruction in the new religion. The
university administrators who managed our

freshman orientation
thought it would be a good idea
to show us a video on the

Matthew Shepard
murder, followed by a lecture from a
supposed expert on "hate."

I don`t remember much of the video
or the lecture. But when our honored guest finally
finished his lengthy harangue, he asked everyone in the
audience to stand up. He then asked all of the women in
the room to sit down,

followed by
all of the blacks, Hispanics, Asians,
and so on until all of the

"protected classes"
had taken their seats.

"If you think hate crimes don`t
matter,"
he sobbed, "think again. After all, the
only people left standing are a bunch of white guys."

He then reached into his pocket and
took out a thimble. After everyone in the audience had
been given their own thimble, he said that if we ever
felt the urge to hate, "take this thimble, and fill
it with love."

As if all of this were not enough,
we were then sent back to our dorms to break up into
focus groups so that we could have a "dialogue"
on how to fight "hate."

The leader of

our group
was a lady with close-cropped hair and a
degree in

Women`s Studies.
Although we all tried to be polite
at first, it did not take long before the meeting pretty
much fell apart.  

When our group leader suggested
that we confront our friends whenever they use
"offensive"
language or
tell "insensitive"
jokes
,   one of the many white guys in the
room stood up and said that the "confrontation"
she had in mind was not only a good way to look
ridiculous in front of your friends but also a "good
way to get your

ass kicked."

A few moments later another white
guy said that he didn`t appreciate how

he and all his kind
were singled out during the
presentation.

The meeting stopped short of
becoming a shouting match, but it didn`t last much
longer after these bombshells hit the floor.

Of course, once our "dialogue"
was finished, the real discussion could begin. Most of
the white guys on my floor (myself included) crowded
into the hallway and let out a collective sigh of
relief. Everyone was glad the ordeal was over, and soon
everyone was ranting to each other about how insulting
and ridiculous they thought the whole thing was.

I would say that that night I
probably heard more "offensive"
language and listened to more

"insensitive" jokes

than at any other time in my life.

Thus, in a way, our freshman
orientation did end up becoming a bonding experience—but
not in the way that the university administration had
intended.

At the time I didn`t think much
about

race
or

immigration
, or about how they were related to the

humiliation
I was made to endure. I was a fairly
conventional Republican and was content to support
President Bush in pretty much anything he did.

All of that began to change,
however, when Bush announced his amnesty plan. After
reading Pat Buchanan`s searing indictment, I did some
web surfing on immigration and soon enough I stumbled
upon VDARE.COM.

It`s probably not much of an
exaggeration to say that this website saved my life. The
more I read, the more I felt like I was falling

down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland.
I had
always been cynical, but even I was unprepared to find
out just how criminally irresponsible the people running
this country really are— as story after story on
VDARE.COM made painfully clear.

I decided to take action. I started
debating

immigration enthusiasts.
I told liberals about the
impact of immigration on the poor and the environment. I
explained to libertarians about how open borders would
only swell the underclass, and hence the federal
government.

Of course,

falling wages
and

urban sprawl
were not the only things that I read
about on VDARE.COM. Steve Sailer`s frank discussion of
racial differences obliterated whatever egalitarianism
still imprisoned me.

Sam Francis
`s powerful and penetrating mind quickly
converted me to

paleoconservatism
.

I wanted to share these
revelations. But I knew I would have to tread carefully.
There are few institutions as repressive as
universities. Enforcing racial right-think always seems
to be their top priority.

Moreover, many in my generation
have been so thoroughly brainwashed that they have
difficulty even thinking about an issue tinged with the
ultimate taboo of race. Peter Brimelow`s recent

baffled reception at Davidson College
is a case in
point.

Nevertheless, I went out to spread
heresy inside the

belly of the beast.

I began by trying to explain to
some of my close friends, ever so carefully, exactly
what the country`s shifting demographics mean.

I did have a few instant converts.
But others took much longer to face the facts. It isn`t
always easy for people to abandon an entire worldview,
especially to exchange it for one that is much grimmer.

Young Republicans
accustomed to being on the winning
side are hard to win over to a movement that rarely
scores a victory. It is harder still to convince them
that many of the

leaders
,

magazines
, newspapers, and organizations that they
grew up admiring are really the enemies of all they hold
dear.

The plain fact is that some people
simply do not want to believe. Despite the evidence
around them, they do not want to admit to themselves
that they are losing their country, that it is becoming
a land of barbed wire fences and bodyguards, a

Blade Runner

world where a few fabulously wealthy people live in
luxury while the great mass of the population live in
desperation.  

They simply prefer to believe the
fairy tales about how immigrants will

assimilate
and how we will all some how "get
along."
Sometimes an ugly truth is no match for a
beautiful lie.

Yet I don`t think that anyone will
forget the things that I tell them. I suspect that as
they grow older and start

paying their own bills
they`ll come around.

Indeed, many of them already have.
Because of my efforts, there are about a dozen more
people as committed to

immigration reform
as I am (some of them read
VDARE.COM even more than I do!) and a larger number who
are much more aware and sympathetic than they ever were
before meeting me.

Some are helping to spread the
word. A friend of mine gave Buchanan`s

Death of the West
to a friend of his, and apparently the book
changed his friend`s life. Another friend of mine wants
a signed copy of

Alien Nation.
(Mr. Brimelow, do you think you
can oblige?)

I only distribute Sam Francis and
Steve Sailer to those I can trust. Even so, the ranks,
though invisible, are growing. While I started out
virtually alone, I now have a number of close confidants
who understand full well what is happening to
America—and the West. None of them have any love for
President Bush.

One thing`s for sure, this
"bunch of white guys"
isn`t going quietly.

The brainwashing has backfired!


Kevin Carter [email
him] is a college senior majoring in economics