New Year’s celebrations this year certainly took on a muted tone, at least in the mass media. In a piece I heard on NPR shortly after midnight of January 1, the commentator seemed unable to think of anything positive to say. Ostensibly, the reason for the gloom is our economic crisis. In reality, it comes from a growing sense that we have no control over how to face whatever crises the future brings. Even white liberals, whom one would expect to be thrilled at the election of Obama, do not seem genuinely excited. The sentiment I hear most often is that people “hope” things will get better under Obama. Hope. Funnily enough, people seem to be directing that hope, mainly, toward the possibility that racial tensions will be reduced once our non-white president is in office. With major threats to our economy and national security, with the systematic dysfunction of education and health care, we pin our hopes on black people finally coming to like us. And you know, I think maybe white Americans really want that more than anything.
Still, even if January 1 is no more than an arbitrary point on a calendar, I like the fresh feeling of starting a new year. In deepest winter, it is a time for looking ahead. As the John Wayne quote, apparently genuine, reminds us, “Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.” I also value the opportunity to make New Year’s resolutions, and have made a couple of personal ones. As for this weblog, I intend to keep it working at its intended task: in however small a way, promoting love of country for Americans and love of Western civilization for Westerners. My regular readers will know exactly what I mean by this, something for which I am deeply thankful. But I hope this year will also see many new visitors and ultimately, new friends and allies.
An interesting historical phenomenon associated with the New Year in America is the paper carrier’s address. When I delivered papers as a boy, the “Christmas tip” was always something to look forward to. But in earlier times, paper carriers would actually go to the homes of their customers on the new year and recite poems which combined some thoughts about the preceding year with exhortations for a new year’s “bonus.” Interestingly, the very first such poem I happened upon at in the linked collection has Uncle Sam, in 1852, bewailing the destruction being wrought by mass immigration – of Catholic Irish and Germans, no less. I quote the pertinent verse, not because it is great poetry or on the mark about those ethnic groups, but only because it shows a refreshing kind of popular resistance:
Turn we to home – to see what mighty strides
We here are making, over lands and tides;
Through the broad world our booming engines go,
Where dell and mountain sweep or billows flow.
Yet reap we not the fruits our labors win –
Scarce to secure our liberties begin –
While wandering Celts and squalit Swabians pour
Their whelming masses on our cumbered shore;
To curb our pride, to claim our dear-bought rights,
And filch the bread from hard-press’d laboring wights.
Hence Natives shake the slumbering lion’s mane,
And call upon their brethren – not in vain –
To quell the curse thus o’er the franchise spread,
And rob our toiling millions of their bread –
(The final line seems not to fit grammatically; if any reader is able to parse these lines to make sense of them, I would welcome hearing from him!)
While this weblog is not about me personally, it may be worth making a few comments about its intended meaning and how my own background relates to that meaning. Its focus is the promotion of historic American nationhood. The most immediate motivation for its creation comes from alarm over the destructive effects of mass immigration. But focusing on national identity is really one of an unlimited number of approaches one could take in response to this problem. Other writers focus specifically on the threat of Islam, or on racial differences, or on religious matters. I myself feel that the common cause we have with other Westerners trying to preserve their civilization may be more important, in a sense, than nation-based patriotism. Nevertheless, to be a Westerner is to be a Westerner of a particular nationality, and my own is not only indispensable to me, but something I want passed on to future generations.
Common to all traditionalist conservatives is the understanding that race is an essential part of one’s identity, and that the taboo in our society against acknowledging this is the single biggest obstacle to our ability to actively stand up and fight for our civilization. This weblog begins with the understanding that American civilization is essentially the creation of people of white, European descent. It acknowledges the important role, past and present, played by those of other races, and especially black Americans, and it holds no ill will toward any individual “minority” who respects the historic American civilization and supports its preservation. But its author is one who has understood clearly that you can’t have white civilization without white people, and that for a historically white nation to redefine itself as a space for all the other peoples of the world to colonize is not an act of generosity and broad-mindedness, but of national suicide. If this seems an odious notion to the new reader who may have casually stumbled upon this site, I only hope he will give a hearing to the arguments made here and elsewhere, and see if they don’t contain some truth.
Regarding the nature of that “white” identity, in the interests of full disclosure, I probably should admit that despite the very “Anglo-Saxon” theme of this site, I myself do not come from “founding” American stock, but am largely a mixture of post-1880 immigrants which includes quite a bit of Celtic as well as some Jewish background. I do not regard myself as at all Jewish and indeed do not know enough about Judaism to fake it if I wanted to, but obviously I include myself in the category of people I aim to reach in these writings, the “heritage Americans.” This is not to say that I aim to recklessly celebrate the “melting pot” and the indiscriminate mixing of peoples and races that is now the official ideal of our country. A certain amount of variety and new blood undoubtedly stimulates a nation, but even in the 1850s, and certainly in the Ellis Island years, mass immigration had severe costs. If anything, I agree with one of my online friends who remarked that if the population of America could come to resemble its founding population more, that would be a good thing and not a bad thing. But not being in any position to promote mass English immigration to this country, I have to content myself with paying tribute to my nation’s founders and promoting the creation of a civilization that they would recognize as a rightful descendent to theirs. That is, perhaps, my ongoing and final “assimilation” to America – and maybe yours too. What we make of our heritage is up to us.