Life is different for people depending on your race. The things you adore might no longer be available to you were you not the race you were.
The fact is that if you are white, even unremarkable, you still are able to achieve things that an ordinary man of another race can never in a lifetime. It’s offensive to some but undeniable.
When you have a son, you are relinquishing all of this. He will be unable to achieve the things that came naturally to you unless he is top tier; and even top tier Asian men are disfavored, well, for you.
This is just a fact of life. Some people are able to manage, while others act out in ways that seem strange to you, as we are doing.
But unless you are willing to put yourself in the shoes of an Asian man I strongly suggest not having children.
The agony of realizing through ones own parents that racial hierarchies exist is very thorough, very debilitating, and very vicious.
Down voting, denial, insults and claims that “my son will be fine” changes nothing about this fact. It remains consistent across all political spectrums and all walks of life.
I’m starting to think that the only way to actually achieve any notice is to end my life; and this seems ultimately inevitable it’s better to write my reasons why now, so that I do not need to compile them later.
Even one death, someone who has accomplished much as a writer and artist and tried my best to be a good person, would be enough, particularly with my family and educational background what it is. There is nothing that has eroded my spirit more than the idea that races have different values and I suggest all couples reexamine themselves before having children.
Yes, I am actually ransoming off my life, to anonymous people I don’t know, for the simple price of admitting the truth.