Reclaiming Our Ancestral Home
“They were but four in all, but to the panic-stricken weasels the hall seemed full of monstrous animals, grey, black, brown and yellow, whooping and flourishing enormous cudgels’ and they broke and fled with squeals of terror and dismay, this way and that, through the windows, up the chimney, anywhere to get out of reach of those terrible sticks.” – The Wind in the Willows
It’s been quite a few years since I’ve been on a train, but in my twenties I used to ride the train a great deal, and as a consequence I knew, during that period of my life, a great many people for twenty minutes. Most of those people have faded from my memory, but the memory of one old man with whom I shared a short train ride has stayed with me my entire life.
The old man got on the train a few stations after I did. He wasn’t walking very steadily, and sort of half-fell into a seat near the front of the train, which happened to be next to me. After one or two stops the old man started talking, half-facing me and half-facing no one. “I used to have a top. It could spin around and around. Now I don’t have it anymore. I just can’t make sense of it anymore. I wish I had that top.”
As a self-professed romantic and a reader of old books I may be accused of over-romanticizing and over-dramatizing the ramblings of a senile old man, but I thought then, and still think so now, that the old man, on the brink of that other world, “The undiscover’d country from whose bourn No traveler returns…,” was trying to set his soul aright by going back to his childhood when things did make sense. It’s akin to what Aloysha Karamazov, whom I quoted a few weeks ago, said about the saving power of a happy memory from our childhood.
There is no conflict between our Lord’s words: “Except ye be converted and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven,” and St. Paul’s injunction to give up childish things. Our Lord is talking about a non-abstracted, humble, uncynical comprehension of existence. It was the little children and the children at heart who were able to see and appreciate Christ’s divine humanity. St. Paul became a child of wonder himself when he became a Christian; he was against childishness, not childlikeness.
A spinning top might be the type of childishness that does not enter the kingdom of heaven, but I was there when the old man talked about the top. And it seemed to me that the top represented much more to the old man than a spinning top. It represented the home of his childhood and all the good memories of his childhood. It’s possible the longing I thought I detected in the old man’s voice was just my imagination, but I like to think the longing was real, that it was a sign of a man reaching out to God through the lifeline of his childhood.
Even if I’m wrong about the old man’s longing, it is still clear, from our own experience of life and our Lord’s words about little children and the kingdom of heaven, that a childlike comprehension of existence is indeed the lifeline to God. And it also seems clear to me that Satan’s greatest desire is to destroy the humanity in men by destroying their childlike faith in the things of the spirit. Satan wants men to “grow up,” not in the Pauline sense, but in the Darwinian sense. He wants men to evolve, to think faith in Christ is infantile while faith in science, the intellect, and the black man is mature and adult. And Satan has been remarkably successful. Satan’s minions have built Liberaldom on his hatred; finding a man in Liberaldom who still has a childlike faith in Christ is like finding a needle in the proverbial haystack.
Liberal childishness is opposed to the childlike qualities in men. Childishness is selfishness, cruelty, and egotism. Institutionalized childishness is the permanent state of liberal adolescence. Liberals hate the childlike qualities of the spirit, but love the fleshpots of adolescence. They have made adolescence the permanent state of modern man. We are constantly encouraged to use every means possible to stay physically, emotionally, and spiritually in a state of childish adolescence. But we can’t know the true God in a permanent state of adolescence, which is why liberals and halfway-house Christians worship Negroes and have tea with Buddhists and tree-huggers; they have left the God of their European childhood behind so they must cling to the bloodthirsty, childish gods of the barbarians and the pagans.
Before Liberaldom existed there was Christendom. And every time a stone from the walls of Christendom was removed, it was removed in the name of “removing a prejudice.” The European Christian’s belief that a man’s skin color was more than skin deep, that it formed a vital part of his soul, was a “prejudice” that the white man had to overcome so that Christendom could become Liberaldom. The white man’s abhorrence of race mixing died hard, but eventually under the unrelenting propaganda of the “We-must-progress-beyond-prejudice” clergy inside and outside the church, the European people started to “progress.” And when the racial stone was removed, every other stone forming the walls of Christendom came tumbling down. Legalized abortion, homosexual marriage, and widespread sexual promiscuity all came as a result of liberal tampering with the soul of man through race-mixing. And the liberal felt licensed to commit his outrages, because he rejected the God of his European childhood, Jesus of Nazareth, for the cruel gods of his childish adolescence, the gods of color.
When the Christian God is invoked by the modern Babylonian Europeans, He is only invoked in a supporting role; the colored gods are the reigning deities. A people who still believed in the truth of the Christian fairy tale would not place the dragons and the devil’s minions, the dark men, in the role reserved for the Christian hero and his God.
In that wonderful European fairy tale, The Wind in the Willows, Toad, through his childish, irresponsible infatuation with modernity in the form of the automobile, nearly loses his ancestral home and almost destroys his friends’ land of the “evening lingerings.” But Toad Hall is saved thanks to Toad’s three stalwart friends, Ratty, Badger and Mole, who believe in their childlike hearts that good conquers evil, no matter that the forces of evil are numerically superior, when good men fight with a clear moral purpose. The Wind in the Willows is a fairy tale, but it is also a spiritual history of the European people. If we make every issue in life subject to the moral arbitration of the democratic process, the Europeans will always lose, because they are and always have been numerically outnumbered by the barbarian hordes. But a few Europeans of spirit were always enough, and always shall be enough, to keep the barbarians away from the sacred ancestral halls of Europe. It is only now, when the descendants of Ratty, Mole, and Badger have ceased to believe in their people and their God that they have turned Toad Hall and the land of evening lingerings over to the stoats and weasels. I even heard a report that Ratty’s great grand-daughter (thank God he is not alive to see it) is marrying one of the stoats and will be living in an apartment in Toad Hall; the old ancestral home has been turned into condos.
All wars, if we look below the surface, are religious wars. And no war is lost until the people of one side lose faith in their cause. The Southern people didn’t stop being Southern in 1865 after their defeat on the battlefield; they stopped being Southern in the 1950’s when they lost their moral certainty that their ancestors and their ancestors’ God were worth fighting for. But the Southern people and every European with evening lingerings in his soul should have the moral certainty that his fight for a white Christian Europe is moral and just. To concede one inch of the high ground to the liberals is morally indefensible and will make cowards of every white European.
What is the liberal, halfway-house Christian case against the antique European people? That they didn’t live up to the tenets of Christianity? Well, if we judge by divine standards then the European people did not live up to their professed faith. But what if we compare the antique Europeans to the utopians? By any comparative Christian measure the antique Europeans differ from the modern utopians as heaven differs from hell. But of course the liberal utopians think hell is heaven.
And always the race card is used by pope, minister, doctor, lawyer, witch doctor, and Indian chief to show that the European has not been Christian in the past and therefore deserves to be exterminated. Who is defining Christianity? Should it be the liberals, who don’t believe that Christ was the Son of God, and the halfway-house Christians, who have reduced Christ to a glorified Mahatma Gandhi? No, the people who took Christ into their hearts and their homes, the antique Europeans, are the people who should tell us what the “good Christianity” is. And they have told us through their culture.
In the European past, which is only dredged up by the liberals so they can vilify it, the great Christian heroes were men who defended their own against barbarians. The man who did not defend the hearth fire was an outcast from Christian society. And the man who mixed his blood with the heathen was considered to be worse than a heathen because the heathen never knew Him and therefore could not be convicted of knowingly defacing the image of God in man. Life was about the soul in old Europe. The antique European took his whiteness seriously, because he was not a blasphemer who felt he could tinker with human souls in order to remake God’s world into man’s world.
Modern liberal Europeans are so used to correcting and rebuking God that they never even consider why, if divinity and racial integration are synonymous, a loving God created separate and distinct races. And the halfway-house Christians never consider why the people who gave them their Christian churches, their Christian art, and their Christian traditions failed to understand anything about race until satanic liberals came along to inform them. Nothing in the New Babylon can stand up to the bar of truth. But then the liberals know that. It’s all about who shall rule, Satan or Christ. The liberals and their halfway-house Christian dupes who rubber stamp whatever they say have decided that Satan must rule. The European of the old stock has also made his decision. Our ancestral homes in the land of evening lingerings will not be won back by integrating our faith or our race; they will only be won back by Europeans with a childlike faith in the God who wove Himself into the great, and everlastingly true, European fairy tale. +