I am happy to join with you today in what will surely go down as the greatest demonstration of freedom in the history of the Internet.
The philosopher J. Krishnamurti often said that only when one has undergone an inward revolution can there be an authentic outward revolution. And this is the story of Candace Owens. I personally was the product of my indoctrination until I set out to make a documentary exposing so-called “Islamophobia”. When confronted with facts that did not line up with my concept of reality, I went through a deep personal inquiry, followed by a dark night of the soul. And then my eyes were open, and I have been working to preserve Western Civilization ever since – having warned millions of people about the threat that Islam represents. Candace Owens has her own story, of being the product of indoctrination regarding who she is, what the world is and where she fits into that world. And then circumstances presented her with the opportunity to undergo a deep personal inquiry. Now she is breaking the cycle of self-deception, self-sabotage and is sharing that clarity, that power with millions of people who are hungry for the truth. This is happening all over America, the #WalkAway movement being a perfect example. When you find the courage to engage in an inward revolution, only then can you really be effective at persuading and mobilizing others to open their eyes and take their place in the outward revolution that is happening now.
Should speech that offends have a place in America? According to the First Amendment of the Constitution the answer is yes.
Paul Joseph Watson brilliantly illustrates how crappy illustrations are celebrated, while those who illustrate the truth have become Verboten.
YOU CANNOT DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT TO KNOW, WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR, WHAT YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT, TO LEARN ABOUT. YOUR MIND IS NOT YOUR OWN.
What role in society would someone have if they Tweeted something like “Allah give me strength not to kill white people”?
In 1992 the Rodney King riots lit up Los Angeles as my Hollywood neighborhood became a battle ground. Black and Mexican young men ran down the street, carrying color televisions they had looted from stores. The hip Liberal crowd called this the “Uprising”.