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this shyt literally made me angry. if i ever met this guy....
http://www.amren.com/features/2013/11/a-black-mans-path-to-race-realism/
And where it led.
Never in 1,000 years did I imagine that I would end up the person that I am today: a black race realist—someone who believes IQ is normally distributed and that averages may differ among races the same way other genetic variables do. Over the years, I noticed that people are fired up about this or that aspect of evolution, but that the question of genetic differences in race and IQ were off limits. And after many years of painful experience, I gradually went from “Why not?” to “This is the way it is.”
Two things contributed to my conversion to race realism. The first was my training—I have an MS in chemistry—and the second was a lot of life experience.
To start at the beginning, I grew up in a two-parent family in Michigan, and went to church every Sunday. Both my parents worked at decent jobs with good benefits. One thing that my late father always taught me is that “life is about thinking for yourself and doing what is good, right, and best for you.” A necessary consequence of this was making up my own mind on what was relevant to me.
I graduated from high school in the top 10 percent of my class and was offered a full scholarship at a university in a neighboring state. I graduated, and after taking a break from school, went back to complete a master’s degree.
How did my training help lead to my conversion? A chemist looks at a system, without prejudice, and in a process called abductive reasoning, tries to choose the best explanation. If I had to distill my most life-changing experiences and what I learned from them, they would be as follows:
Going to church (ages 12 to 18)
We went to a small church that was not as most people imagine black churches—no whooping and hollering and fainting. It was a very conservative Church of Christ congregation that did not even allow instrumental music. In my years there I saw a great deal of inept leadership. For example, although the church had ample funds, it took two years to put in a new door because the leadership spent so much time bickering. Even though I was only 13 years old, I spent an afternoon making calls to get prices on the installation on a new door, but that still was not enough to get them take action.
At that time I didn’t know it, but I was observing an experiment with a control group. There were two nearby Churches of Christ, one in the same town and one in the town next door. One was white and flourished, and the other was black and collapsed a few years after getting together enough money for a new building.
I thought to myself, “OK. Maybe I’ve had some bad luck and the problem is these particular black people.” When I went to college, I left the church, never to return, but that led to my next experience.
Getting a job (ages 18 to 21)
Like many college students, I needed to work during the summers, so I got a job at a nearby airport. In that county, airport businesses had to have minority ownership, and there were two major concessions at the airport. The one I worked for (let’s call it Company A) sold gifts and the other one, Company B, sold food. The general manager at Company A was black and so were most of the store managers. Much of the management of Company B’s food stalls was also black. What did I see? Disaster.
Although my company had 18 to 20 gift shops, there was not a single day on which every store could open, because employees would not show up for work. There was not a single week in which someone was not led off in handcuffs for stealing. There was not a single week in which someone from Company B did not walk into my store to buy candy and gifts with gift certificates he had stolen right out of the cash register of his store. (The airlines gave customers gift certificates when planes were delayed, which happened a lot. Apparently the managers at Company B thought that stealing vouchers out of the register was not quite the same thing as stealing cash.)
Cash receipts from sales were regularly taken to the central office and put in a cash room. What wasn’t stolen out of the registers by employees would just get stolen right out of the cash room by the loss prevention manager. He lasted only a year, and was fired for stealing tens of thousands of dollars.
It is almost impossible for a store to lose money when it sells at airport prices, but eventually that chain of stores had to downsize because of losses.
I thought to myself, “OK. Maybe I’m just working around the wrong type of black people.” And that led to the next life-changing event.
Finishing my bachelor’s degree (ages 18 to 22)
When I went to college, I noticed that out of 120 chemistry majors, I was one of only two blacks. I noticed that in the “lighter” disciplines, such as ethnic studies, the students got a lot blacker. I spent one college year in England and I took an elective black studies course there on the assumption—correct—that there would be fewer political overtones. When I came back to the US and visited the Black Studies Department, I got a lot of hostility when I suggested that black studies would not help anyone get a job, and that it might be better to learn how to live with all kinds of people. One of the faculty members told me, “Kiss my black ass.”
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