My fellow Americans,
I write this as a dispatch from the Land of Snow and Tractors. Maine. The ventricular node to the heart of New England. I write this as an insurgent army of this-that and the riff-raff oozes into our Country from what we here call “Away.” I write this when a sense of Identity is staggeringly more important than essentially any other concept in our struggle, which often on good days resembles a movement. No, that was not sarcasm. We are gathering speed and momentum, and momentum shares the same root as movement. Imagine that.
I will also step on toes, because everyone has their hobby horse. Everyone has their precious idea which is, in their minds, infallibly true. While conviction is good, it can be used against us. That said, I want to keep this brief. Very brief. Wicked brief, as a shout-out for Yankees who might be reading. It is, of course, Americans in general to whom I speak – but I am proud of my New English birthright, as you of yours should be as well.
There has been a manifold proclivity in the struggle to either create, maintain or otherwise perpetrate a White Identity in a dogmatic Europhilia. This comes at the cost of developing and unraveling evolutions and continuances of the White Race as it goes in America, where broadly, we have come to a stand still and are now stewing in a stagnant sty. Now! Caveat Emptor! I am a Europhile. Make no mistake. This is precisely why I write this.
But that said. The tendency has been to centralise the European Continent as a Holy Land. We talk a lot about creating hard-points and salvation clauses. Some say Russia is our only hope. Others maintain that there’s some great real estate in the Pacific Northwest, and that a republic there is the White Races’ only hope.
Overall, there is a cavalier temptation to throw up ones’ hands and say “well, whatever happens to America, I don’t care as long as there’s Europe.” Another variant of this is; “pff. Americans are intrinsically inferior in thought and action to Europeans.” Unacceptable.
What I perceive, currently, as a tremendous deficit to us is the tendency to separate Europe and America. Like it or not, America is a product of Colonial enterprise. We are a product of European genes, as well as European engineering. We are European. European Americans. I call myself a Colonial American, myself. When being technical. Otherwise I am a New Englander. My Ethnicity is New English. I have known Europeans who have gone so far as to say point-blank that America is still a part of Europe, whether we Americans wish to acknowledge this or not. Is it really that bad an idea? Or even one untrue?
Many Americans have an inferiority complex. About many things. There is no sense in my listing them. Regardless! This needs to stop. For the same reason that the futility of Northern Aggression and Southern Reactionism in the United States is redundant, so it is to fundamentally juxtapose Europe and America as being, forgive me, Axes on a globe. This is wholly antiquated thinking.
Even our own Euro-American squabbling resembles the petty nationalism often discussed in our circles. Oh! OHH!! I can hear them boom, the Germans don’t like the Polish!! Or, or, the British done Germany wrong! Or, whatever. Usually it’s something along the line of Johnny Rebel this and Billy Yank that, blah-blah, another immigrant hopped the fence while we were changing jabs. Good show!
While we argue about incredibly esoteric things, which certainly warrant discussion, albeit in a proper context, we are still being invaded. I remind you, I live in Maine. Maine has, and still has, its own flavour of being. We have regional accents, even within the State. We have our own foods, mostly bad for you, true. We have customs, maxims and folk sayings. We also have a Rune Stone, but that’s just interesting miscellany.
Massachusetts has a regional accent. Massachusetts has a cookbook, phrasebook and her own way of doing things. New Hampshire has, too. New York, well, it could be something great, despite what they’ve done to it. Don’t forget. Many parts of New York were once the product of the Dutch.
The Southern States, I love. Many Colonial Americans do. Because they, we, like all Europids, have been lied to. They have been told they have no culture. Texas, notably, has its own flavour. But so has Tennessee, Mississippi, or wherever. We have also the Midwest, again, flavourful.
I’ll tell you another thing. Lancastershire and Worcestershire in Mother England. Belfast over in Erin’s Isle. These places have their own flavours. And they have their equal-opposite flavours here in New England. More or less regionalism in Europid regions has a rudimentary system of expression. From my writings with my racial kinsman in England (Anglo-Saxons) and my close kissing cousins in Ireland, it strikes me that what I recognise in them, stems from their genetic contributions to my State. The town of Scarborough was named for Scarborough of the British Isles.
Texas has a character, in many instances, because of the German blood which fertilised the grounds. The Midwest is saturated with Scandinavian immigrants who, in naturalising, created their own indigenous (there’s that keyword) culture.
So. Why the rambling, Seax? Other than to say it is in my Saxon blood to draw out the word-craft? I told you this to tell you thus: we are all in the same Longboat. We are all being steered by the same Dragon’s Head. All of us. Our fates are inextricably tied. Forget, for the time being, the question of the Chicken and the Egg because in the end, both the hen and her brood are necessary to pour the pottage!
Now. You’re going to be blasted with news, American reader. Insurgents (illegal aliens, undocumented workers, parasites et. al.) over our borders. Our borders. I’ll write it again. Our borders. Our borders are our culture. Yes, there is integralism at the border, just as the line between New Hampshire and Maine sees a shift in accent. But there is a hell of a difference between Maine and Texas. Not none of these Insurgents care. We do. I, Mainer, have a sense of where you, New Hampshireite, have been in life by your accent – if you have one. Here again, like the Europeans being ground down into easily digestible bits for Globalism, so too are the various American micro ethnicities as by State defined.
Yes, you’re going to be blasted with news. When this news hits you, I want you to think to yourself. I want you to think about what’s going to happen. If the insurgents run us down. What is going to happen? I want you to think of another thing. When you get cranky, pissy or otherwise stupefied that Norway, Sweden or Denmark are being invaded… remember. The principal is the same. One and the same.
No one ends where they begin. All Europids are immigrants by nature, it is in us to roam, there is no one key homeland. All our lands are home. Every one. Mors Lake in Daneland, Moose Lake in Maine. My eldest ancestors came from Denmark. Their eldest ancestors came from what-ever the Danes today call “Away.” Their ancestral forefathers in turn came from somewhere. My status as a Mainer makes me in no way inferior to a German, the German has no moral high-ground. I use the German because he, of the European nationalities, is the one with which I have had the highest volume of dialogue and bear the most fond memories.
We must stand. All of us, all of Europid stock, as one unit. Allow me to provide historical allegory. Ancient Greece was never so unified as we think. But of ancient Greece, two tribes stand up in our collective memory. Athens and Sparta. Sparta is renowned for her organisational prowess. There is a concept there. Homoio. A union of equals. This is an extremely simplified token that, if applied broadstroke, would kill us now. However, we can learn from the Spartan example that we are all equal-opposites, and furthermore, that opposite does not necessitate, and must not entertain animosity, inferiority or superiority. We of European stock constitute a single race with regional variants, traditionally understood as tribal ethnicities – which themselves have further distillations as they rove out. What we are not, and I repeat, what we are NOT is a series of historical grudge-matches.
When we think in such terms, we have caught the bait and suffered the switch. For European history shows that it is power structure which courts inter-tribal aggression. Did the Celts and Romans not trade? Did not the Germans and the Italians once blend folk-tales? Fellow Americans, and hopefully Yankees, can we ignore the fact that Colonial Americans once guest-lectured in European philosophy halls? Shall we forget that Hessians trained our militia? Or that their own geniuses bated their breath to speak with American thinkers? But who arranged for dirty deals to be done on a train in France to perpetrate aggression with the Germans? Government did. So often, if it fell to popular vote, so many European fratricides would have never come to be, nor is it likely that the war between the CSA and the USA would have ever seen light. So it goes.
Our fates are tied. If we do not develop a unity of cooperation and enumeration, then our fates are sealed.
Blessings,
An Optimistic White Boy
