In secondary school there were things called "enrichment week," in addition to things like black history month. "Enrichment week" was fantastic, fantastically boring - being a whole lot of African drumming and slave songs. I didn't hate them, nor was I xenophobic, I just thought this was crap that was wasting valuable schooltime and so bunked it with various excuses. Amongst friends we started to joke about how "you gonna get enriched son", and this was before Holla Forums even existed - proving perhaps, that meme magic is eternal.
I had one particularly edgy friend who would do things like ask in a holocaust museum, what valuable science research the Nazis gained from their human experimentation, and ironically, the school was about 30% Jewish (and the Jewish kids made the most holocaust jokes, to the point of desensitization). That the other 30% was kebab meant there was some friction, but it was mostly bants.
Secondary school was quite good actually, even with its enrichment and diversity, as it was ran by a white man from the British African colonies (back when they were just that) who inspired all the students to be men, regardless of race or creed. I remember around this point I grew a fondness for English Literature and British history, marveling at how much the British had achieved - I would go home and see where the British had left their mark, with British buildings making up all the administrative wonders of the country.
Then one day our new headmaster arrived, she was a woman from Oxford, whose goal was to provide a strong female rolemodel to an all male school, instead of for example, producing excellent and intelligent students.
She gave speeches on things like how St. George was a Turk therefore England is Turkish or how when we grow up, we should "fight for diversity". It was then that I noticed my English Literature classes had changed, and in order to get marks, you had to write from a feminist, freudian or marxist perspective, it was literally impossible to get good grades otherwise. I had zero interest in reading about how aboriginals in Australia were oppressed by language, considering them to be utterly useless if they were incapable of working like anyone else, I thought feminists were too focused on vaginas to actually appreciate literature and freudians too focused on penises to do the same. It was the first time I was introduced to people who were utterly useless.
I still remember fondly arguing with biologist teachers who cited Jared Diamond as to why Africa did not conquer the world as Europe did, and I particularly remember well asking a white kid who gave a presentation on this using Jared Diamond's book. He said the reason Europe conquered the world was because Europe had unparalleled access to cereals and crops, so I asked him why Africa didn't become the world powerhouse since it had more resources, cereals and crops than any other region on the planet, whilst Europe had no corn, potato, rice and wheat came from Egypt. He said with quite a lot of dignity, he didn't know.
I continued down the path of English Literature, but as I progressed further I realized far from the marxist stuff going away, it was just getting more entrenched. I realized with horror that every subject had been for some reason, structured in such a way that marxism, feminism or freudian psychoanalysis had to be learned. I took solace in the philosophy club, which allowed free thought and introduced me to the men of western philosophy - the men before Marx. This club made me realize just how much Western academia had destroyed of the Western academic canon… I felt stunned. Why would a people do that to themselves?
With many of my friends being Iranian or Russian, the question of who was behind this prompted me to begin searching for myself.
Unfortunately I had to find out those terrible words: Holla Forums is always right.
I have lived my entire life in London a waking nightmare of watching degeneracy, decadence and ignorance, spewing forth from the mouths of those who considered themselves enlightened.
Upon entering University things got much much worse, but no one knew I was full shitlord by then, assuming by virtue of my ethnicity that I was merely being the devil's advocate. Indeed, only one person ever saw through my ruse, and that was a heterosexual blond haired blue eyed man called Christophe, who I later learned was an emigre from Sweden.
