the primal truth of race

There are certain truths which are so obvious that for this very reason they are not even seen or recognized by ordinary people. Men pass by those truisms as if blind and are most astonished when someone suddenly “discovers” what everyone really ought to know. And thus men wander about in the garden of Nature, and with few exceptions pass idly by the most patent laws of Nature:  The inner segregation of the species of all living beings on this Earth, and the natural domination of the superior races over the inferior races.

Even the most superficial observation shows that Nature’s restricted form of propagation and increase is a most rigid basic law of all the innumerable forms of expression of her most vital urge. Firstly, every animal mates only with a member of the same species. The titmouse seeks the titmouse, the finch the finch, the stork the stork, the fieldmouse the fieldmouse, the dormouse the dormouse, the wolf the she-wolf, etc. However, this natural segregation is ultimately disrupted in a “unusual” circumstance, whereby we mean “unusual” only in terms of that it violates our first law of nature, and it violates it so often that it has become not unusual but even natural: the presence of a superior race always leads to domination of, and thereby the replacement of the inferior race

The dominance of Homo Sapiens on the Eurasian continent and the elimination of Homo Neanderthals and Homo Erectus, the dominance Western Europeans on the American continent and the elimination of the Native Indians, the dominance of the Han Chinese from Northern Asia and the replacement of the Austronesians in Southern China, etc.

Initially, through sheer natural instinct, the inferior, weaker race resist and revolt with all its might against the dominance of the superior race. The superior race, however, naturally selected to be more adapt to survive, with greater capacity for propagation, takes away the power of resistance of the inferior races, through war, conquest, disease, enslavement, torture, rape, and terror.

This is only too natural.

This is the origin of all superior races.

The method of the superior race is quite contrary to that of the inferior race, who conceives the root idea “good” spontaneously and straight away, that is to say, out of its subjugation, and from that material then creates for itself a concept of “bad”. This “bad” of the noble origin and that “evil” out of the cauldron of unsatisfied hatred—the former an imitation, an “extra”, an additional nuance; the latter, on the other hand, the original, the beginning, the essential act in the conception of a slave race.

The superior race must, and need to, enjoy their freedom from all social control, they must feel that in the wilderness they can give vent with impunity to that tension which is produced by enclosure and imprisonment in the peace of society, they must revert to the innocence of the beast-of-prey conscience, like jubilant monsters, who perhaps come from a ghostly bout of murder, arson, rape, and torture, with bravado and a moral equanimity, as though merely some wild student’s prank had been played, perfectly convinced that the poets have now an ample theme to sing and celebrate. It is impossible not to recognize at the core of all these superior aristocratic races the beast of prey; the magnificent blonde brute, avidly rampant for spoil and victory; this hidden core needed an outlet from time to time, the beast must get loose again, must return into the wilderness—the Roman, Arab, German, and Japanese nobility, the Homeric heroes, the Scandinavian Vikings, are all alike in this need.

It is the superior races who have left the idea “barbarian” on all the tracks in which they have marched; a consciousness of this very barbarianism, and even a pride in it, manifests itself in all higher civilization. This audacity of superior races, mad, absurd, and spasmodic as may be its expression; the incalculable and fantastic nature of their enterprises,—Pericles sets in special relief and glory the ραϑυμία of the Athenians, their nonchalance and contempt for safety, body, life, and comfort, their awful joy and intense delight in all destruction, in all the ecstasies of victory and cruelty,—all these features become crystallized, for those who suffered thereby in the picture of the “barbarian,” of the “evil enemy,” perhaps of the “Goth” and of the “Vandal.”

On the other hand, the essence of civilization at the other end of its axis, in relation to the freedom of the superior race, is as its function to enslave the inferior races, to train out of them a “civilized” animal, a domesticated animal, docile, submissive, obedient to the superior race, eager to please, and zealously devoted to her master. Thus freedom as we know should be twofold: freedom of the superior race and the necessary enslavement of the inferior race. Just as that which makes one stronger kills the weaker, freedom for the superior race necessarily enslaves the inferior.

The nature of the inferior race is always feminine.

It is not only natural but even imperative, therefore, that the man of the superior race is obligated—it is his duty—to impregnate, inseminate, and breed females of the inferior race, to replace the inferior genes that has proven inferior, through the defeat of her weaker, less adapt male-counterparts.

The crossing of the two beings not exactly the same level may produces, in some cases, a medium between the level of the two parents. This means the offspring will still stand higher than the racially inferior mother however not as high as the racially superior father. Consequently, and this is only in some cases, the cross-breeding of the racially inferior females and the racially superior males will produce a new race more perfect for being slaves, a slave race, if you wish, suitably mated to provide as the stepping stone of the superior race, trained and disciplined to instinctively serve and pleasure the superior races, just as their mothers have been trained to serve, which ought to become their instinct—instinctively servile—and their joy—to submit, to be subjugated, and to be “civilized”.

For it is the Nature’s plan, it is the destiny of genetics and biology, that the mating of the inferior female with the superior males must always happen. For, as crystal clear as the writing on the wall, it is the will of the inferior female to pass on her lineage, it is her joy to be bred by man of superior race, to produce more healthy and racially superior babies in relation to herself, to her race which is seen as inferior; and equivalently it is the power of the superior male to easily propagate his superior sperm through those vessels of females of the inferior species, females of the enemy. It is for gratitude that the racially inferior female is also pleased in her interracial breeding, and to give thanks to her conqueror who impregnated her; it is, of course, the pleasure of the racially superior male to have impregnated her.

For it is not the goal of the superior race to eliminate the inferior races, but to breed them in such a way as to create a perfectly docile, obedient domesticated animal suitable for the higher purposes of the superior race.

Author: inferiorasian

I have been a very confused—some might say very conflicted—girl ever since I can remember and I have always lived in a fantasy world of my own making. I was born in Japan, my mother is Chinese and my father is Japanese, and my father's mother or my grandmother was German Dutch, and I came to the United States as a teenager and lived and went to school in Maryland, and worked in New York. I lived in fantasy worlds since I was a teenager and I have always done so, sometimes so deep in my own fantasy I forgot my own identity. I no longer knew who I am. Physically I look more European than asian. My father is of mixed heritage—he has white blond hair, but he also has some distinctly Japanese features. On the other hand my features mostly resembled my grandmother, who was a full blooded European woman. Which was not something that really bothered me. Actually most modern Japanese look very European compared to the rest of asians. My father was a sadist, and my mother, on the other hand, was, in my opinion, a masochist with no self respect. Growing up, seeing my father beating my mother was almost as frequent as having dinner, and when not beating her, she was constantly being humiliated and degraded, like having to serve dinner to him naked on her knees or being tied to an utility pole only in her panties during the winter. At first I believed my mother was a victim, a unfortunate human being in the hands of a cruel evil man, but as I grew older I realized that it was my mother who enjoyed being treated this way. The initial realization made me feel she was a disgusting, perverted, sick person, but as I grew older I began to have the almost identical sexual fantasies that my mother lived and experienced through. I began to think that my mother was the luckiest woman on earth since apparently she had found a man who understood her desires and could give them to her. My dad studied and worked in America before, and during that period he desperately wanted to marry a white woman, and vehemently pursued several white women, but was unsuccessful. At the same time Japanese women were unwilling to marry him. Maybe because just like him they were looking to marry into the white race, or maybe because he had sadistic tendencies. Out of options he settled to look for a Chinese woman. Statistically, marriages between Chinese women and Japanese men have been quite common, and I personally knew quite a few couples just like my mother and father. Even here in America I knew several Chinese women who had Japanese boyfriends and those women were actually quite proud of having superior Japanese men as boyfriends. Japanese in general look much more European compared to other asians and I suspect it was the putative European appearance that attracts other asian women. Of course Japanese are not Europeans, no matter how much we try to become European, just as Jews will never be fully accepted as White Christians. I think Jews and Japanese have a lot in common. We were both persecuted by Europeans, the Jews by Germans, and Japanese by Americans, yet we both come to love our white Masters. Jews weren't officially considered white until very recently, and I think as time progresses eventually Japanese will be categorized as white in the future, though Jews and Japanese will always know that they are still inferior to their Nordic Masters. But as always the Jews will be Masters over the Arabs and the Japanese will be Masters over the rest of Asia. There is no other meaning to life, other than the degree of domination. I had an older sister who looked fully asian, as opposed to me who looked much more European. And ever since childhood I have always known for a fact that I was treated better by everyone else because of my distinctly European appearance. In school classmates would be hesitant to tease me because they always thought my father might be an American or an European man even though they knew my mother was Chinese but somehow they still were afraid of me solely because of my European appearance. The thing was that in Japanese naming system, my mother's last name automatically gets attached to mine, so for example, my name in Japanese would actually be "Suzuki Liu Jennifer", because my mother's maiden name is Liu; this way everyone would instantly know my mother is Chinese. On the other hand my sister was bullied almost everyday by upper classmates because she looked very Chinese. They made fun of her hair and clothes and told her that she looked like a Chinese pig and I had seen boys pulling down her pants and laughing at her for having a "Chinese vagina". I was a very young girl back then and I felt ashamed of having her as a sister so in school I didn't talk to her at all. When I was 12 years old, she committed suicide by hanging herself in her closet. I know this because I was the one who discovered her body. My parents would have never told me about her death if I did not saw her dead body by myself. And ever since her death a dark cloud formed over my head and throughout my teenager years I was constantly harrowed by thoughts of suicide. It was not until I was much older that I learned suicide is infectious and that had been why I was constantly thinking about suicide. The realization made me try not to think too much about death, but no matter how much I try I can never get her image out of my head. Sometimes I feel she still haunts me because I didn't talk to her in school. My parents divorced when I was 14 and I went to live with my mom in China for two years. Contrary to popular beliefs, I had never experienced any form of racism or discrimination against me when I was living in China. Most people assumed that I was an European girl and the aura of being European seemed to make me inapproachable, like the shield of Athena covering me from head to toe. Even when I was in school, when classmates would know my father was Japanese because of my last name, I had never really felt any discrimination, though I did feel they were kind of afraid of me. I had never realized how much being White meant until I was in America: the symbol of power, domination, and superiority that being White implies. Being White is being the entelechy of all that is beautiful, good and righteous. Which is strange because my nationality still is, in actuality, Japanese and as I grew older I started to look more asian. My hair has gotten completely dark and my looks started to resemble my mother's. I used to have very light-colored hair, but I just felt fortunate that I do not look fully asian like my sister was. When I saw this image [of a naked asian woman kneeling next to a black furred dog] in a Japanese SM magazine a few days ago, all of a sudden I remembered seeing my mother in a similar position when I was maybe just 5 or 6 years old. It was not a pleasant experience; it was an extremely scary and traumatic experience, and growing up I heard constant moaning and muffled screams coming from my parents' bedroom. Every evening was a nightmare to fall asleep. But knowing that many asian women were treated the same way as my mother had been treated somehow made me feel better about my own family. At least my parents were not as weird as they seemed, and while growing up I had gradually come to realize that many asian girls have the same masochistic tendencies as I do, but many were just very shy and wouldn't admit their secrets. So it seems there are many masochistic asian women out there who thrives on been humiliated and degraded just like the girl in this image; I don't know why but this image made me feel kind of normal. I have lived in the States for nearly ten years now and I have not talked to my parents, who had divorced, for several years, especially to my mother whom I had some very severe arguments with over the years, especially when she remarried after she went back to China. I was more fond of my father though I haven't really talked to him that much either because he too had remarried. Despite all the mean things I had said about my dad, he was always very gentle with me and never beat me. He beat my sister and my mother but never me and I suspect he was much more gentle with me because of my more European looks. I felt their divorce was a punishment for me, as if they had abandoned me and I never felt comfortable with either of them or their new spouses, whether it be in China or in Japan. My mother's new husband was a very cruel and domineering white man living in China and he never treated me with the same special treatment I received from my dad. And I remember one time when I went out with him people on the street mistook me for his wife and I felt so disgusted I never wanted to go out with him again and then he would yell at me and yell at my mom. I am glad to have gotten out of there. And my dad ... well let's just say I couldn't bear to coexist with his new wife either. The last time we talked was already 3 years ago. This image had brought back so many long forgotten yearnings. I miss my sister and my parents. The memory of my sister and my parents started to fade away, like wavering forms they passed before my clouded sight; their images have become a blur rise about me out of mist and cloud; their faces, and their figures have become shades of phantoms; I wanted to hold you close to me in that blessed fleeting moment when you reappeared to me in my dreams. If only I possessed the strength to draw you near. I wanted to forever remember you—you bear the images of happy days; your airy smiles still stir youthful tremors in my breast—but my memory faltered. It would have been simpler if I were already dead. I would never be seized again by those long forgotten yearnings. I shuddered at those thoughts; and a tear draws other tears. Crying is my only form of release; through crying I am channeled to the solemn and silent world of spirits; crying is my whispered prayer that lingers in a vagrant tone. I have no one to talk to. I live in solitary confinement. I have been driven to madness even though physically I stay put. My life—full of dolor, pain and suffering. Sometimes I wish I could end it. The only reason I continue to live is for otherwise I lack the courage to carry out that final act, to take me beyond and step into the unknown. It is so much better to have been never born at all, or at least to die an immediate death. How sweet and wonderful death would be. My dear Aya, I am so very sorry! A vast space of nothingness in the empty universe fills my heart. Everyday of my life I live in terror because of you.

3 thoughts on “the primal truth of race”

  1. I sought your blog to help answer my pondering. Your writing attracted me because of it’s sensuality, and I am grappling with similar situations, but from an opposite perspective: I am a Caucasian man interested in E. Asian women.

    Feminism and poor health, embodied by Caucasian women, brought me to explore Asia when I attended college. The femininity and healthy beauty, drew me to consider my first girlfriend, a lovely Chinese woman. My initial perplexity toward her short legs, slanted eyes, squat build, quickly evaporated into being sexually piqued, her features transformed into strong and shapely legs, teddy bear body to hug, and Cleopatra eyes…

    The political act of rejecting the distorted, Hollywood induced image of Caucasian woman, brought me satisfaction, and I reveled in giving myself, an educated, tall Caucasian man, to my Asian girlfriend.

    Naturally, I was drawn to Japan, and lived in that ordered but sensual country. As a young man in Japan, I was dotted on by older women and the lack of Christian judgement allowed my sexuality to blossom and explore the more refined art of Japanese sexuality with their greatful embrace and coaxing me forward into their sexual games.

    As I am in my 30s, the prospect of marrying and Asian woman becomes less sure. I worry about my son. My Asian wife would be affectionate and a good mother, and I have been conditioned to find an E. Asian woman the ideal beauty, but my son would not be as strong as me. Can you advise me on this matter? How can I contact you? I will return to this post in one week.

    You are brave and accurate.

  2. I sought your blog to help answer my pondering. Your writing attracted me because of it’s sensuality, and I am grappling with similar situations, but from an opposite perspective: I am a Caucasian man interested in E. Asian women.

    Feminism and poor health, embodied by Caucasian women, brought me to explore Asia when I attended college. The femininity and healthy beauty, drew me to consider my first girlfriend, a lovely Chinese woman. My initial perplexity toward her short legs, slanted eyes, squat build, quickly evaporated into being sexually piqued, her features transformed into strong and shapely legs, teddy bear body to hug, and Cleopatra eyes…

    The political act of rejecting the distorted, Hollywood induced image of Caucasian woman, brought me satisfaction, and I reveled in giving myself, an educated, tall Caucasian man, to my Asian girlfriend.

    Naturally, I was drawn to Japan, and lived in that ordered but sensual country. As a young man in Japan, I was dotted on by older women and the lack of Christian judgement allowed my sexuality to blossom and explore the more refined art of Japanese sexuality with their greatful embrace and coaxing me forward into their sexual games.

    As I am in my 30s, the prospect of marrying and Asian woman becomes less sure. I worry about my son. My Asian wife would be affectionate and a good mother, and I have been conditioned to find an E. Asian woman the ideal beauty, but my son would not be as strong as me. Can you advise me on this matter? How can I contact you? I will return to this post in one week.

    You are brave and accurate.

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