Black folks always want to talk to you about race. Anyone who had ever followed any unmoderated blog’s comments section that had at least one black commenter knows how important it is to them. For Whites, on the other hand, few things are as tiresome as talking about race. The reason for that difference is an asymmetrical frustration upon contact. For them, easy access to us is the highest moral good. They were taught that this is called “Civil Rights.” Conversely, we find their access to us intolerable but there is no affirmative word for that in mainstream political language.
Blacks seek to alleviate their frustration with insufficiently easy access to Whites by begging us to “talk about race” and escalating that to a hostile confrontation. Whites, in turn, seek separation through whatever means are at our disposal and under present laws, passively.
The context for that is the rebirth of Communism. When left wing politicians push gun confiscation in Virginia, they officially frame it in the generic language of public safety but informally, through their junior activists on Twitter and such, they gloat about replacing us with brown people. When they float trial-balloons for banning private schools or defacto White neighborhood zoning [link], they frame those things as matters of anything other than what it really is.
Likewise, our public discourse in opposition to their eradication-agenda is also framed in the vocabulary of this so-called civic nationalism. This is by necessity. The political maturation of the
normies masses has its own inertia, a paced progress from implicit to explicit identity. Westerners in their invaded countries are compelled by their enemy to once again learn how to talk about race. But on our own terms and grounded in the righteous spirit of our right to exist, affirming our own identity with its sacred history and destiny.
As to the talented mulatto Trevor Noah, he sees contemporary South Africa as aspirational while to us it’s a nightmare scenario. This clarifies things.