I have written before about the Res Publica, the commonwealth that those men of quality dedicated themselves to that resulted in the successful revolt and creation American Political Economy, and how as we have lost such men our commonwealth seems to slip through our fingers. Many question whether it was ever ours, and that, dear friends, you must bitterly reject.
But a curious paradox lies before us. We survey what we understand to be the common understanding of Whiteness or White Culture, and see it is those virtues that are the lifeblood of our Commonwealth. Promptness, thrift, solemnity, and dare I say quality. When we examine it we find those qualities that were previously used to describe the virtues of Anglo-Protestant Borgeoise peoples. And yet this is the greatest threat to ‘our democracy’ (both words working overtime for what ends it is difficult to surmise). We palefaces thus face a hard dilemma — white supremacy has decreed the death of Whiteness. But why?
Wyndham Lewis describes in his words,
“Having wiped out or subjugated all peoples who had not the advantages of a christian training in gentleness, humility, and other-worldiness, the puritan Palefaces of America and Europe were naturally very contrite and tried to make up for it to those who were left. Quantities of edifying books (which were translated into all languages) were produced, pointing out what a beast the Paleface was. There were just a few Palefaces who tried to bluff it out and announced roundly that they were ‘blond beasts’ — but such sectaries abused both their brother Palefaces and their imported ‘Pale Galilean’ God into the bargain, so that made no difference.”1
The echoes to some degree the beliefs of thinkers like Yarvin, a sort of pathological altruism that terminates in a very well-considered suicide. I have my disagreements about the anthropology here, but it is unmistakable that white supremacy has decreed the death of Whiteness. Christopher Sandbatch tells us,
“The positive concept of Whiteness holds that its highest stregth — that which sustains and governs it — is the shared deification of the public good, which appears to us as god…Modern conservatism, even the new variety, reeks of pathological hatred of whiteness, in a way progressives don’t.”
The effect of targeting Whiteness as such, and indeed telling the Palefaces it is their original sin, is building for a revolution of volcanic proportions. Make no mistake, this is coming. But it could easily end in nothing, the forces of reaction directing it into impotence. This must not happen.
It is the genuine belief of some, including Palefaces, that the death of Whiteness does represent a good thing. In a world without Palefaces, we would return to a world without Whiteness — a traditional, wholesome, community-focused favela. Abuelita would replace capitalist exploitation and we could all live in peace and harmony. Solemn Providence, however, has deemed otherwise.
I am not speaking impartially. I am a Paleface, as is every ancestor I have in addition to my children. I aspire to Whiteness, and so should you. Without it, we are nothing, as nothing as the single dots in the rising tide of color.
Though it is dense I must once again appeal to Wyndham Lewis’ prophetic work to explain.
You see, the death of Whiteness is the death of agency in the American people. Words like ‘Democracy’ or ‘Liberal’ remain under the cloud of lies that ‘White’ formerly was obscured by, but make no mistake these too will be made to reckon with their problematic history. And this dear reader brings us back to the early republic because it was for this exact reason we severed our connection to the British political economy.
The idea that personhood could come without responsibilities, without economic, spiritual, and familial buy-in is as much a hilarious lie as changing one’s sex to suit your pathologies. Alex Jones tier conspiracies about making Elyisium real aren’t wrong, they’re just filtered through an outdated understanding of the mechanics of the Republic and indeed of the parasites who sit at its levers of power. A return to the dictatorship of the middle is possible so long as Whiteness lives.
Now for the Palefaces here in America, an explanation is necessary.
James LaFond has long described what he calls Plantation America, a theory that American Political Economy is typified by the Plantation, with one master and many slaves, of various ranks. Contrary to popular mythology the palefaces were slaves as often, or more often, than the negroes. In fact, it was the palefaces who were mostly sent to die clearing the way to open the Plantations. This had unintended consequences. LaFond writes that
“Therefore, the elite took the shackles off the poor white man, placed a gun and axe in his hand, and gave him a mandate to drive the Indians before him”2
In the greed to expand the Plantation Empire, the White man won property, and then that gun and axe were a major liability. Suddenly clever palefaces raised under the black flag answering to none but God had a piratical republic within their grasp. For those who had come from nothing, who had fought for everything they had, the free farm became possible. Men like Washington and Jefferson were utterly seduced by this Protestant vision, and their republic produced William Walker, Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone, William Travis, Sam Houston, and countless others. As long as there was an untamed frontier before them, the paleface and his free farm were unleashed. We see too in the 19th century Slavery evolve to an institution exclusively for the black man, as the White man’s republic began to stretch its legs. Dating back to the very earliest permanent White settlements in North America, we read
“The failure of this experiment of communal service, which was tried for several years, and by good and honest men proves the emptiness of the theory of Plato and other ancients, applauded by some of later times, — that the taking away of private property, and the possession of it in community, by a commonwealth, would make a state happy and flourishing; as if they were wiser than God.”3
Americans revolt down to their very marrow at the idea of ‘owning nothing and being happy’ that the new Plantation Masters have begun flirting with. Bradford, four centuries our senior, understood that to inspire greatness and excellence ownership was necessary. We The People appears like a specter on the horizon.
Whiteness is aspirational, and that is the key that unlocks why it must be viciously put down even before the Plantation masters admit how much they loathe liberalism or progressivism. The old order is telling you not to aspire to anything, not to reach for greatness and excellence, because they understand that when you do the veil will be drawn back and you will see how unworthy they are of their privilege. If Whiteness dies, so too does any ownership of this country or frankly anything else. In the final analysis, it is Whiteness that makes possible Personhood for the paleface, and this must be maintained at all costs. It is a lighthouse beacon that can guide one beyond the plantation and into the Res Publica. But it is a long and arduous road, with many substitutes along the way. A White man accepts no substitute meats, no substitute families, and no substitute patrimony.
There will be no second ransom
In the Iliad, when Achilles’ wrath is at full froth, he comes across Lykaon, Son of Priam, whom he captured mere days before, and who would again be ransomed for his privilege, which he is so clearly unworthy of. And into this Achilles steps, and chooses personally to kill Lykaon, ignoring his groveling. LaFond describes this as Achilles’ Protestantism, his revolt against the decrepit, despotic order of the gods and their kings. Again the words of Wyndham Lewis bear repeating
“It is a new west, as it were, that we have envisage: One that, we may hope, has learnt some thing from its recent gigantic reverses. Ford is only by a fresh effort that the Western World can save itself: it can only become ‘the west’ at all, in fact, in that way, by an act of further creation.”4
Wyndham Lewis, Paleface. p. 5
James LaFond, Into Wicked Company
William Bradford, Of Plymouth Plantation
Lewis, Ibid