It is hard to say exactly when my opinion shifted on White Nationalism.
Charlottesville and the George Floyd riots were a real turning point. Watching those howling mobs of White leftists vandalizing our monuments left a profound impression on me. I lost whatever residual sense of sympathy or racial solidarity that I still had with them that summer.
My view of them ever since has been that the people who tore down the Robert E. Lee statue and who are having it melted down and turned into some sort of hideous BLM monument are the enemy. I don’t care that they are White. I don’t want to live in a White ethnostate with them. I hate them. I want to destroy them.
The feeling is mutual now. I don’t want to help them or save them anymore. I don’t want them to “go free.” I am not making excuses for them. I don’t think they are just misguided for bowing down on their knees, cursing their whiteness and worshipping George Floyd.