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He Wasn'T Wrong, Part Ii

...This happened when we were undergrads, but then in his graduate studies when he was working towards a career that was entwined with biology, he was working with a group that sought to raise up the national IQ, and then Charlie, as he often did, offered an ‘unapproved’ point-of-view. He said, “I think it won’t come about, since we always revert to the mean, and IQ may be tied to ancestry, for a century that has been seen: A ninety IQ in Serbia, but one hundred up in Great Britain, Equatorial Guinea…sixty, the high eighties if you’re a Kenyan. Even in countries where people mix we continue to see the same trend, and I think it’s foolish to ignore these facts when we’re pursuing our ends. Education has been tried for years, and has had but minimal effect, evolution has molded our brains, should this not help us guide our next steps? A person who knows their shortcomings can seek out a way to go around, a person who thinks they’re smart when they’re not is only going to be ground down.” So his partners screamed bloody murder, and then demanded that he be gone, they yelled at him, “You’re friggin’ crazy!” He said, “Maybe…but I am not wrong.” Yes, I remember Charlie from school, since memory is all that’s left now, see Charlie was killed six months ago, when out running errands in his town. He got caught in an ANTIFA ‘protest,’ was shot when he tried to drive away, 4chan managed to find his killer, he’s in prison now, fearful of rape. I guess the man got what he deserved, but Charlie was right about one more thing, no media cared about his death, ‘wrong narratives’ need no reporting. I didn’t understand it back them, but today, in my early thirties, I’m staring to see that my old friend was blessed and cursed by what he could see. Feminism has hurt our families, and parenting is the cornerstone, we’re not blank slates, we’ve all been dealt hands that we must play, unique and our own. I still hesitate to speak of it, fearing hatred from the angry throng, but how does one live hiding from truth? It scares me that Charlie wasn’t wrong.

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