A Personal Disclosure
My wife's father was an ashkenazi jew. He died when she was young but was by all accounts a loving, intelligent, and productive man who was not involved in stereotypically jewish politics or activism. My wife was not raised as a jew, though she is of course genetically 1/2 ashkenazi, and thus our children are, on average, genetically 1/4 ashkenazi.
I have not previously written of this for several reasons.
When I first started blogging in 2005 it seemed no more relevant to what I was thinking and writing than any other detail of my personal life. At that time I had no explicit racial awareness. I knew little about jews and considered them "white". People who thought otherwise seemed insane to me.
In 2007, with a deepening understanding of globalization and immigration, and especially neo-conservative hypocrisy (Sailer's "invade the world, invite the world"), I began to violate PC in earnest. I became racially aware. I realized then that my wife and children's jewish heritage was relevant, though at that time I saw it only as a potential shield from smears of "anti-semitism". I did not use it then for the same reason I have never resorted to "some of my best friends are..." defenses. Such tactics are a distraction, ultimately a waste of time and energy.
Since 2007 I have come to appreciate the biological and psychological differences between Whites and jews, as well as the history of jewish aggression and malfeasance against Whites. What I had seen as a shield turned into an achilles heel. I cared less about offending jews and more about offending fellow Whites. My self-regard shifted from confidence to unease.
I love my family. What I want stands. I can't roll back time and make this revelation sooner, but I can at least be forthright about it from here on.