Nothing Is Written: Beyond Statistics
The only difference between Pat Buchanan and his liberal brethren is that Pat has a certain nostalgia for things European. He is not completely comfortable with the demise of the civilization of the evening lingerings, but his discomfort is only a wistful thought, not a deep yearning; it can be exorcised by frequent television appearances and good hard work on the ‘death of the West’ statistical books. So while differing in degree from his colleagues (Buchanan does not show the glee over the death of the West as most of the other liberals do), he still is firmly ensconced in the liberal, anti-European camp.
I must confess that I was a bit surprised by the Chronicles' article. I knew Buchanan was not a kinist, but I always thought he had more than just a little respect for the people of old Europe. But ultimately a man goes with his passion, and Buchanan’s whole life has been devoted to the rationalist, liberal-conservative cause. He knows the deep magic of the White Witch, but he does not know that there is a deeper magic still. I think it behooves us to look at the Witch’s deep magic, the magic of the white European intellectuals, and at the deeper magic still of the antique European.
The deep magic of the white European intellectuals is the rationalist tradition of the West. We don’t need to go through the whole litany. It begins with Aristotle and reaches its apotheosis with St. Thomas Aquinas. Everything after Aquinas is a footnote. Modern liberals who deplore Aquinas' faith still adhere to his schema. That schema says reason is the final arbiter of faith.
And what have the white rationalists decided about man and God? They have decided that there is no such thing as man and no such thing as God. There is an idea of man and an idea of God, but there is no concrete man of flesh and blood and no living God.
The philosophical tradition of the West is pure negation. It ends with non-being. The white power brokers in Europe, America, and the European satellites will continue to try to destroy everything European until the European ceases to exist. They must do this; it is their faith. But it is my contention that their faith is not the Faith. Their faith is the mad scientist’s faith; it is reason run amuck.
There is a deeper faith than the rationalist faith of the Athenian intellectuals of the Western world. And we needn’t go to the Orient, a culture that worships nothingness, to find that faith. It belongs to Europe alone, because only the European has ventured into the enchanted forest. He has faced the witch of the glen and the dragon in the cave. And he found, in the forest, a magic deeper than the deep magic of the philosophers. He discovered the humanity of God. God had a human face! And the European formed a bond with that God and sealed the bond in blood. From that moment on, he never saw life, or fought the battles of life, in quite the same way as the people of other cultures.
It was ever the task of the European to keep the vision of the enchanted forest alive. And it was ever the goal of Satan to obscure the European’s vision of the forest. Behind every rational schema, whether that schema mentions Christ or not, is Satan. If he can convince the European that there is no magic deeper than the deep magic, that man need not venture into the enchanted forest to find God, then he wins.
The enemies of the European, those who would deny that there is a chasm between Christian European culture and all others, point to the philosophical link between Europe and the multitudinous barbarian and pagan cultures. They point out the similarities between Boethius and the Greek and Roman sages. And they note the parallels between Buddha and Aquinas. I concede the similarities and the parallels, but the great haters of Europe fail to account for the completely dissimilar and unparallel poetic visions of the Christian European and the barbarian and pagan cultures. The European poets chronicle the soul, and in their chronicles we see visions that cannot be seen by the Athenians of Christian Europe, the pagans of antiquity, or the non-European. What the European visionaries reveal is what He revealed to them when He took flesh and dwelt among us. Every decent impulse in man became intensified and elevated to a higher plane when those impulses were fused with His blood. Affection became love and kindness became charity.
No poet of antiquity or heathendom could have penned these words:
But earthly spirit could not tollOr these immortal lines:
The heart of them that loved so well.
True love’s the gift which God has given
To man alone beneath the heaven;
It is not fantasy’s hot fire
Whose wishes, soon as granted fly;
It liveth not in fierce desire,
With dead desire it doth not die;
It is the secret sympathy,
The silver link, the silken tie,
Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,
In body and in soul can bind.
--from The Lay of the Last Minstrel by Walter Scott
The quality of mercy is not strain'd,One thinks of the scene from Miracle on 34th Street. “Two letters are hardly proof,” the lawyer for the prosecution says. “I can produce more,” the lawyer for the defense replies. And I reply to the skeptic’s statement, “Two isolated quotes from two poets are hardly proof,” that both Scott and Shakespeare were popular authors. The Europeans who read Scott’s books and attended Shakespeare’s plays did so because they saw their deepest intuitions about existence expressed in those books and plays. Scott’s and Shakespeare’s works are accurate chronicles of grace working in the souls of the European people.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
--from The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare
I will fight Buchanan and ten million more of his ilk on this theme of Europe. Everything depends on it. God reveals himself through humanity. If the people that took Christ into their hearts are held up to the bar of judgment and found guilty, found to be spiritually inferior to the benevolent, the merciful people of color, then Christ be not risen and we are of all men most miserable.
“For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” If you seek the bubble reputation in the heart of liberaldom, you will end up believing as liberals do. Buchanan has come to believe a lie because he sees the antique Europe with the eye of the liberal utopians and not through the eye of an integral man of Europe. And when you see European history that way, you will always be metaphysically wrong even when you’re statistically correct. We don’t need Mr. Buchanan to tell us that whites will soon be minorities in formerly white countries. That is obvious. We need Mr. Buchanan, like we need every white man, to stop aiding the enemy and to join the resistance.
The plight of the European is only hopeless if we allow ourselves to be mesmerized by statisticians like Patrick Buchanan. Statisically we are dead. But what has really changed? Haven’t Europeans always been a minority? “Not in their own countries,” is the obvious reply. Yes, that is something new. But the whole notion of country, of nation, is a European thing. The barbarians don’t live in a country; they occupy a land mass. They will never form a country. If they destroy our national boundaries, and what was once Britain or the United States become mere geographical regions, we will form new countries within those geographical regions. No matter how small the territory, where Europeans dwell, there is our nation. And if, like Alexander Smollet, we refuse to strike our colors, the barbarians eventually will fall. They can destroy the outward symbols of a civilization, but they can’t create one themselves. The ability and the duty to create a civilization belongs to only one race. The white man doesn’t believe in statistics. He believes that a civilization connected to His spirit and blood shall never, while he lives, perish.