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| The Drowning at Nantes in 1793 by Joseph Aubert |
"The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane." ~ Unknown
Disturbing videos and stories of wanton violence and incivility across these United States abound. Happening in ever more frequency, they are as upsetting as they are infuriating. The ones involving children are especially hard to stomach. I’m not advocating violence, but depending on how heinous the crimes are, the punishments I want to see meted out by the state on the perpetrators (no matter how unrealistic) range from locking them up to judicial noyade executed with the same compassion and charity their revolutionary progenitors showed their victims at Nantes in 1793.[1]
In a recent graphic video of a pack of feral teens violently setting upon an innocent shop owner, some callous commenters offered no sympathy for the victim because he lived in a blue city and allegedly “voted in” the inane leftist policies that allow this animal behavior to thrive. While I’m in full agreement that the reprehensible ideologues responsible for unleashing these monsters on the rest of us should pay dearly for their villainy, we cannot assume everyone in these poorly governed areas supports the hegemonic apparat. Remember, in a democracy all it takes is 51% of the population to lord over the other 49% (tyranny of the majority).
For example, I live in New York City, a veritable hotbed of criminality and leftism if there ever was one, yet no one despises the city’s lunacy more than me. The people in charge here do not represent me. They do not speak for me. They do not keep my interest in mind when they implement their unsound policies. I disapprove of their lies and corruption, as well as their bias against productive law-abiding citizens. I’m appalled by the lack of consequences for their shameful actions and repeated failures.
However, this is my home, the place where I was born and raised. This is where my friends and loved ones reside. This is where my ancestors established roots and where they are buried. This is also where members of my ethnos settled and continue to dwell, though in much smaller numbers than they once were. The idea of abandoning everything and moving to another part of the country is easier said than done and not necessarily the best course of action for some of us.
Besides, the idea of just giving up and vacating centers of power with immense resources and infrastructure for some sleepy backwater is simply surrender. There is still a lot worth fighting for here. We are in a war to save our civilization and that requires bravery, diligence, political acumen (statecraft) and sacrifice. Sticking our heads in the sand and pretending otherwise is suicide.
I remember a time, not very long ago, when large parts of this city were relatively safe and pleasant. It was never perfect, but it was an infinitely better place to grow up and live in than it is today. The massive flight to the suburbs by the city’s Italians forever changed the face of this city and our community, and I’m convinced not for the better. Sure people made a fortune by selling their homes, but at what cost? Atomization and assimilation has had deleterious effects on our people. Cut off from one another, we are rapidly losing our sui generis ethnic identity for a meaningless deracinated Amerikan one.
If we are to survive as a distinct people, the remnant of our communities need to circle the wagons and form social, civic, financial and political bonds in order to protect ourselves from the predatory practices of the ruling elites and their useful idiots. It won’t be easy, but we can take back our neighborhoods and enclaves from the ruinous dregs of society. Faith and tradition needs to be our rallying cry. Families and babies are paramount. We cannot run and hide and hope things miraculously get better without trying to do something ourselves. If you can’t (or won’t) do anything, then at the very least stay out of the way. That can be your most valuable contribution.
~ Giovanni di Napoli, October 2nd, Feast of the Guardian Angels
In a recent graphic video of a pack of feral teens violently setting upon an innocent shop owner, some callous commenters offered no sympathy for the victim because he lived in a blue city and allegedly “voted in” the inane leftist policies that allow this animal behavior to thrive. While I’m in full agreement that the reprehensible ideologues responsible for unleashing these monsters on the rest of us should pay dearly for their villainy, we cannot assume everyone in these poorly governed areas supports the hegemonic apparat. Remember, in a democracy all it takes is 51% of the population to lord over the other 49% (tyranny of the majority).
For example, I live in New York City, a veritable hotbed of criminality and leftism if there ever was one, yet no one despises the city’s lunacy more than me. The people in charge here do not represent me. They do not speak for me. They do not keep my interest in mind when they implement their unsound policies. I disapprove of their lies and corruption, as well as their bias against productive law-abiding citizens. I’m appalled by the lack of consequences for their shameful actions and repeated failures.
However, this is my home, the place where I was born and raised. This is where my friends and loved ones reside. This is where my ancestors established roots and where they are buried. This is also where members of my ethnos settled and continue to dwell, though in much smaller numbers than they once were. The idea of abandoning everything and moving to another part of the country is easier said than done and not necessarily the best course of action for some of us.
Besides, the idea of just giving up and vacating centers of power with immense resources and infrastructure for some sleepy backwater is simply surrender. There is still a lot worth fighting for here. We are in a war to save our civilization and that requires bravery, diligence, political acumen (statecraft) and sacrifice. Sticking our heads in the sand and pretending otherwise is suicide.
I remember a time, not very long ago, when large parts of this city were relatively safe and pleasant. It was never perfect, but it was an infinitely better place to grow up and live in than it is today. The massive flight to the suburbs by the city’s Italians forever changed the face of this city and our community, and I’m convinced not for the better. Sure people made a fortune by selling their homes, but at what cost? Atomization and assimilation has had deleterious effects on our people. Cut off from one another, we are rapidly losing our sui generis ethnic identity for a meaningless deracinated Amerikan one.
If we are to survive as a distinct people, the remnant of our communities need to circle the wagons and form social, civic, financial and political bonds in order to protect ourselves from the predatory practices of the ruling elites and their useful idiots. It won’t be easy, but we can take back our neighborhoods and enclaves from the ruinous dregs of society. Faith and tradition needs to be our rallying cry. Families and babies are paramount. We cannot run and hide and hope things miraculously get better without trying to do something ourselves. If you can’t (or won’t) do anything, then at the very least stay out of the way. That can be your most valuable contribution.
~ Giovanni di Napoli, October 2nd, Feast of the Guardian Angels
Notes:
[1] During the Reign of Terror, as many as 10,000 people, including innocent women and children, were drowned in the Loire River in Nantes between November 1793 to February 1794 for not adequately supporting the Revolution or being Royalist sympathizers. Refractory Catholic priests and nuns were especially targeted during the massacre.
