The Genovese say that paternalism (from whites, directed at blacks) in the old south was a “fatal self-deception.”
I disagree. God grows people like farmers grow crops. And in the south, more particularly, He’s brought together two highly contrasting races, thereby creating a uniquely beautiful people and society. A creation that, if not superior, is at least just as good as, any in the civilized world. Our cavaliers are as chivalrous as any Norman knight.
It’s not the presence of blacks in the south that is the problem for Southerners, even though many see it that way. Rather, it’s the destruction of old European propriety. At base, it’s the abandonment of the very paternalism that was supposedly fatal. The godless Wendell Phillips (a radical abolitionist) realized this and declared war on it. “The whole social system of the gulf states is to be taken to pieces, every bit of it.”
They destroyed any beneficial paternal relations between the races, replacing them with loathing and vicious competition for resources. Phillips’ utopian dream created an artificial will-to-power civilization where nightmares walk the streets of Atlanta and every good thing is brought low.
Granting black people some measure of dignity and attributing to them some measure of the beauty of the south, however, is taboo in the contemporary white nationalist community. It’s almost treason, isn’t it? To find the small bits of good in the negro when, everyday he’s raping and killing our people?
I’d agree it is treason and might even accuse someone of it if they harped on the theme too often. If someone were to bring it up whenever the “r” word (racism) is thrown around, presenting it in a way as to make it as palatable to the liberals as possible, as if to win accolade or a place at Satan’s table, then it’s all the more damning to them. Cowards and traitors placate the devil.
I can’t sympathize with that form of cowardice: in the early part of last year when my face was plastered all over the national media, I felt like I was standing naked in the school’s gym in front of the entire student body. In an effort to mitigate the pressure, someone suggested I write articles stating my views on negros to try and salvage public dignity. They wanted me to back-peddle, paint a friendly “egalitarian” picture, or somehow avoid being accused of the ultimate sin (racism).
Even if I had complied and written something like this post back then, where I noted the important role blacks have played in forming a uniquely beautiful society and culture in Dixie, it wouldn’t have helped. The media would have still hated me. Worse, I’d have abandoned all my racially self-conscious friends. They’d have rightfully seen me as a coward.
But I understand why some in the alternative right might not like what I’m saying in this post. We are being systematically replaced, publicly dishonored, and our most innocent being raped by the negro; and, here I am suggesting he has some merit?
As a Christian, much of the pagan white-nationalist rhetoric is not only unsatisfying to me, but revolting. The way they talk about other humans; the way they support abortion, support homosexual unions, support all manner of sick sexual fetishes; the way they advocate godless philosophies? It’s hard for me to find camaraderie with them about the negro, or sympathize with their mindless hated of him.
I do have a burning hatred for liberals, intellectuals, the captains of industry, and any who openly pledge allegiance to Satan by engaging in the ritualistic slaughter; a hatred for anyone actively deconstructing our heritage, our laws, and even our very souls. Those are the people whom I hate, and with a blinding passion, just as I hate the one whom they serve (whether they know they serve him or not).
It’s because I hate them so much that I don’t harp on my paternalist theme or make much of the culture in the south that was created by the clash of the two races. We have the hope of a return to that blessed paternalism, where the best of our race is informed and gratified by the best in theirs. A combination that once created an agrarian, sensible folk who, white and black together, found their spirit, and will one day find it again….way beyond the blue …