I was born Bill Noble on April Eighth of 1976 in British Columbia, Canada. Raised for my first eighteen years in the forest, then unceremoniously thrust into a public school in my late teens, my early years weren't the most pleasant a lad could hope for. Nonetheless, I am forced to consider the possibility that had my early life been more 'pleasant', it could easily have kept me from learning valuable lessons in life that many seem to miss.

Raised as an anti-racist by hippie parents, with minimal contact with the rest of society, I was brought up to believe that racism was evil, that White people were responsible for most of the world's problems, and that 'we are all equal'. However, the events of my life were to eventually awaken me to realities that these mainstream values are intended to suppress.

For one, there was simple observation. Every step of the way, from what I did see of other races in real life - Natives for the most part - and what I read about them in books, races differed in many more ways than mere outward appearance. They talked differently. They behaved differently. They had differing levels of achievement.

Now, most people can observe all these facts for themselves, but even most of those who do so will continue to deny it due to peer pressure. Even when they are intellectually cognizant of some basic racial facts, their hearts scream out in terror at the thought of friends or family accusing them of 'racism' and browbeating or ostracizing them for it. People in general value social acceptance above truth; so peer pressure is a stronger implement than common sense or logic in driving many people to choose their stance on racial issues.

At what point did outright racial awakening occur for me? Ah, so hard to narrow it to a point! there was a basic racial awareness all along - even as a child I could see that outward appearance was a manifestation of inward nature; and that racial groupings were inevitable in the flow of evolution. But the brainwashing also started at an early age. We received radio signals in the forest; when we weren't listening to the local FM station, it was CBC radio on AM - CBC, that gross cornucopia of extreme Leftist tripe, with its talk shows chock full of all the latest racial slights and scandals.

And then there was my mother, a willing instrument of those who would forbid any hint of racial recognition. One night as I, my sister, and my mother were all walking home after visiting some people a few kilometers down the road, my sister mentioned something about a woman we'd seen there; something about her being Native. I was surprised and said "I couldn't even tell she was Native," upon which my mother snapped in a very acid tone of voice "Well, you shouldn't have to notice!"

That seemingly minor incident was in fact a key incident - my first response, internally, was to wonder "Why did that require such a harsh snap?" and the memory was etched in my brain.

Bit by bit, over the years, comparable incidents piled up. Time and time and time again, I would witness someone make an exaggerated statement emphasizing their zealous stance as an avowed anti-racist. Gradually, it began to sink in: people only behave thus when driven by peer pressure and fear to conform to something they know in their hearts is false.