A few months ago, I told an acquaintance in passing, “I’m very WASPy.” She laughed and said, “I’ve never heard anyone describe himself as that before.” “Well, why not? It’s what I am.” Indeed, since when are people embarrassed to be Anglo or protestant?
I saw a quote recently by US General Wesley Clark, who was very involved in NATO. It is 20th century Eurocentric liberalism at its worst.
There is no place in modern Europe for ethnically pure states. That’s a 19th century idea and we are trying to transition into the 21st century, and we are going to do it with multi-ethnic states.
This is very much the mindset of Europe. If they want to slit their wrists by pushing birth control and filling in the gaps with immigrants holding radically different moral systems, that’s their choice.
However, this philosophy is growing in America. People believe that only some races have a right to take pride in their national heritage, namely those races they assume have a more pure history.
Every person has a right to take pride in his own ethnic heritage. Every person has a right to prefer being surrounded by people of his own kind. The Civil Rights Act of 1964 went too far and largely should have never been enacted. Morally you shouldn’t deny a black person a job, but all the strict applications of that law has accomplished more to persecute whites than it has done to improve black society’s standard of living.
As a child, I was told, “We are a nation of immigrants.” Nonsense. I was born here, and it’s why I will never use the term “Native American” to describe American Indians. If only Indians are natives, then where was I born? I can’t pick one place on Europe to move back to.
What Is A WASP?
True, I’m actually a convert to Orthodox Christianity. But that is of no consequence. I was raised protestant with a protestant mind, and I certainly will never bow to the pope or respect his heresies. It’s sickening how many protestants and Orthodox Christians white knight over Pope Francis or John Paul II. Let them burn in hell for their blasphemy and immorality.
I also have an olive complexion due to an unsure element far back into my lineage (although my cousins from that side of the family are all as pale as anybody), but that is also irrelevant, as I am ethnically and culturally descended from Western Europe.
The term “culturally” is the key here. People don’t understand that race is as much about culture as it is about lineage. I shake my head when I see my generation delve into hip-hop and wear gangsta clothing. Do they have no pride in the white nation? They cannot become un-white, but they so hard to prove how much embarrassed they are of themselves.
There’s nothing wrong with exploring another culture (although modern black culture is anything but worth admiring). I myself enjoy Latin dance. However, often when people do explore another culture, it is only because they are embarrassed of their own and not because they actually admire the other culture.
Millennials assume that if they take any kind of pride in being white, they must be endorsing slavery and genocide. Also nonsense. People in the white nation have committed some terrible crimes, sure, but every ethnicity has that within their history. The blacks—both in Africa and in America—are among the most vile individuals in the world. The Jews invented modern banking at a time when the Catholic Church forbid interest loans. Why are white people special in their wrongdoing?
Taking Pride In Your Protestantism
To begin, take pride in our folk tradition, now largely dying. Go to a bluegrass festival and soak in the glory of your WASP heritage. Learn to contra-dance, which is likely available in your metropolitan area. The Catholics and coloreds didn’t build that heritage. That was my ancestors.
And on St Patrick’s Day, cover yourself in orange. The Republic of Ireland flag you see today is not the national flag of Ireland. It is a civic flag designed to show unity between the two religions. The green stands for the Catholics, and the orange stands for the protestants.
Why in hell would a non-Catholic wear green on St Patrick’s day? Does he support Pope Francis selling entrance into heaven in exchange for mildly inconvenient piety? Keep in mind that an indulgence is the left-over merit from a prior saint, and that a pope can dispense this merit in unlimited quantities to whomever he wishes for partial or full time away from purgatory until the next sin is committed. Makes you wonder why he doesn’t just grant it to the whole world every morning. But I digress…
Take Pride In Being An Anglo
The white nation is the most accomplished race in the world. Contrary to popular myth, most people from Western Europe are roughly from common Germanic ancestry. But our great achievements in art and science are either negated or blamed on others (“The Muslims invented math and preserved Aristotle.”; “The Chinese invented the printing press and gunpowder.”). And when they make such strong claims about these achievements, they never give any source or historical context. Tell me, Oh Liberal, what was the name of this Muslim who supposedly first came up with “X + 3 = 5. What is x?”
Our accomplishments in war are out-right vilified, such as how we engaged in the Crusades to protect our families from the Muslim barbarians. Or how we civilized Africa and the East through our colonialism and imperialism, as compared to those nations’ state of chaos today. These condemnations often leave out substantive historical facts to slant it one way to create a sensationalist emotional plea.
Take pride in the Crusades. Tell your children about the sacrifices our ancestors made to keep us safe from the invading barbarians. Let them know about all the rape and murder Muslims have inflicted upon white people through the years. Even if you aren’t a Christian, stand by your own.
To Each His Own
Every person has a right to take pride in his national heritage. I am proud to be a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant man. I am proud to be neither colored, nor Catholic, nor a homosexual, nor a woman. Yes, that’s right; everyone also has a right to take pride in his or her sex. And I’m not just proud of what I am but also proud of what I am not.
Likewise, blacks, Mexicans, Hispanics, American Indians, Eastern Europeans, Asians and Jews all have the right to take pride in their heritage and the right to form communities around their ethnic identity. Many of these races have not accomplished anything comparable to those of Western European descent, but most races have something they can hold as an achievement.
It is said that race, religion, politics and sex divide us. Actually, they unite us. They give us things in common and hence an identity.
I recently saw a group on Facebook where liberal arts majors at a university in Tennessee were expressing their solidarity for Eric Garner, the black thug who was gunned down in New York. The group described Garner as their “brother,” which made me cringe. I doubt Garner would describe these white-ass punks the same way.
So I leave you with the words of one of our true brothers, Rudyard Kipling. He is most known today for writing The Jungle Book, but he also wrote a poem that has been vilified for its message of truth and compassion. Dear reader, I present you with, “The White Man’s Burden”:
Take up the White Man’s burden—
Send forth the best ye breed—
Go send your sons to exile
To serve your captives’ need
To wait in heavy harness
On fluttered folk and wild—
Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child
Take up the White Man’s burden
In patience to abide
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple
An hundred times made plain
To seek another’s profit
And work another’s gain
Take up the White Man’s burden—
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye better
The hate of those ye guard—
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah slowly) to the light:
“Why brought ye us from bondage,
“Our loved Egyptian night?”
Take up the White Man’s burden-
Have done with childish days-
The lightly proffered laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers!