Godspeed

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^[1]In William Rome’s latest article at Occidental Dissent, he describes himself as a “Born Again Multiculturalist ^[2].” It’s the most complete exposition of a school of thought within the movement that appears novel at first blush, but is merely the latest avatar in a predictable cycle. While I like and respect William Rome and have a special bond with him as a fellow fedora aficionado, this essay simply cannot stand uncontested. It’s the perfect summary of everything that concerns me about “mainstreamers,” one that follows these compromises with modernity to their logical conclusions.

He describes how he had an awakening in college which compelled him “to dive headlong into the new and exciting world of [W]hite identity, politics, and activism.” But he ran into a couple major problems. His first problem is one most of us face, that of being at odds with the Zeitgeist and still imbued (often subtly) with lingering attitudes, beliefs, and prejudices from the decades of intensive immersion and indoctrination in the modern multicult. The dissonance was especially profound in his case, as his close friends and family are racially diverse.

His second problem is that the movement is defective . . .

The second problem was that the new world of white identity, politics, and activism seemed to be going nowhere. Petty feuds, jealousies, incompetence, and lack of progress seemed to be the rules of this new world. The enemies the cause was fighting against also seemed to be getting stronger. They controlled everything and any resistance was futile in the end. Even worse was that there were many within it who basically said that there was no reason to be fighting. All we had to do was sit around and wait for a mythical collapse that would magically awaken our people and bring our enemies crashing down. So why bother? Why completely alienate myself from all I had loved for a new world that seemed determined to go down in defeat? Or why completely alienate myself for a new world that was going to win without me having any impact in its victory? Either way it seemed I was throwing away the world I was happily born and raised in for nothing.

This paragraph left me sincerely baffled. Had he been under the impression that the movement was not dysfunctional? Had he been under the impression that he was going to get more out of this than he was putting in? Does he see no personal obligation to step up and lead when nobody else is doing so? When destiny calls for him to stand up and fight for his tribe, does he answer back, “What’s in it for me?”

Let me put this plainly: If your advocacy for your people is contingent upon getting along with other advocates or profiting from the experience, then turn back, now. You’ll only waste your time and our time. At this point, our burden is that of wading through a fever swamp of dysfunction, dysphoria, and sacrifice. I look forward to the day when that swamp is drained, when people can jump on the pro-White bandwagon for fun and profit. We’re obviously not there, yet.

For all its righteousness and excitement, the cause for white preservation truly offers nothing practical for those who join it. All it offers is hardship through academic and job discrimination, social ostracism, financial difficulties, and infighting.

Truer words were never spoken.

Having retreated from White Nationalism for the aforementioned reasons, he repeats the familiar Alinskyite Solution: Holding our enemies to their own rules. This simply doesn’t work in the reverse. It can’t. They know they’re being duplicitous and they have no interest in considering our arguments. They’re not going to waste time debating us or validating our perspectives. To believe that they’re going to play fair or give us an honest hearing, especially right in the wake of the second AmRen cancellation, is inexcusably naive.

You’re not actually up against the arguments they present. Taking on multiculturalism at face value may empower you to peel off some others who take it at face value. But it won’t change the power dynamic of the oligarchies allied against our survival. Diversity, tolerance, and multiculturalism are fig leaves over that which is too obscene for them to explicate. It’s not like our predicament is due to one big misunderstanding that can be cleared up by exposing some double-standards and insisting on everybody being fair.

But more importantly, the goal of validating White Americans as yet another equally valued team in the diversity coalition is not worth fighting for even if it were a fight that could be won. In your ideal scenario, we’ll still be displaced demographically until we are like the Whites of Brazil, cowering in walled-off ghettos with spikes on the gates to ward off the ever-present mob. I don’t just want my progeny to be proud of their identity. I don’t just want them to be an equally bright ray of light in a third world rainbow republic. I want them to be a true nation in full control of their destiny.

A large and growing subset of White people in America are Cosmic Americans ^[3], intimately tied in with diverse friends and relatives. They’re excited about diversity and don’t feel that preserving their heritage and traditions is worth making things awkward around the dinner table over. That’s fine. You and yours have a right to exist, too. I sincerely wish you the best of luck in assuring that Whites in the emergent Cosmic American nation are treated fairly. I wish your nascent Cosmic nation the best. But that’s not my nation.

Supposedly, ethnic nationalism for my own people is “outside peoples’ experience,” whatever that means. I don’t see what’s so confusing about it. Either you get that we have a right to exist or you don’t. You can either coast into the diverse America with all the hardships and sacrifices that decision entails, or you can choose to fight for the Traditional America, an America that actually belongs to you, with all the hardships and sacrifices that decision entails. If you don’t explicitly choose the latter, then you’ve implicitly chosen the former.

And if you’ve chosen the former, then you’ve chosen a different path from me and mine. Godspeed.