[From “Animosity”]

As an individual, I feel no anger toward other individuals who are of other races. Toward many of them I may feel friendship, respect, or even love. There is nothing wrong with them, but there is a great wrong if I attempt to obliterate my heritage by mixing with something radically different, as they are. There is also something sick and wrong when for social reasons I must deny biology, and pretend that evolution did not happen in different rates in different races. It is natural to have friendship for others, but to feel hatred and anger at the thought of mixed-race breeding. It is self-preservation, and preservation of the ability to rise upward in genetics by refining what one is. It is an assertion of hope over the hopelessness of living a lie that will be discovered only in future generations.