Douglas Mercer
January 3 2024
English is one of the main strands of that most notable and noble family of languages, the Indo-European. Outside of our sacred propagated blood it is the finest possession of the Aryans. Protean and unlimited it has held us in good stead for the centuries of our rise: and its future is wide open. Born of Sanskrit it has one cardinal advantage over all other languages in the group. Deeply rooted in Germanic at its core and inception it had the great good fortune to be connected by fate to the Latin branch via the Norman invasion. With the two strands or strains welded together by the genius of our people it has more than proven its mettle. Open to influence of all kinds, outrageously assimilative, infinitely elastic, plastic and free, it is has become the language of the gods, a language which is by now comprised of millions of murmurings of cool running springs meeting and melding into a mighty river which rolls forever on. It was from the beginning the undisputed language of the Americans, the “one language” which John Jay was so glad we had. Now of course English (its name was derived from the Angles you know) is seen as a vast hegemonic conspiracy of Whiteness, a heinous instrument of oppression and colonization. And hundreds of inconsequential and indecipherable dog languages have appeared to undermine it, like tiny birds with their maw open in pathetic need. That is even as we speak it the language of our ancestors, the language of our gods, is being supplanted by thousands of miscreants ensconced in a plethora of bureaucracies, and by a horde of mouths saying nothing in harsh and grating tones. Once the high rhetoric of “free White people,” and “an Anglo-Saxon nation” and “Manifest Destiny” and “blood is thicker than water” held sway, but now pidgin Ebonics, a gibbering Hola and something in a terrible Tagalog splits our ears in a vile cacophony. It is true that language is not race but races do create language and ours certainly deserves a better fate.
“The Denver school district is among the first in the country to adopt a language justice policy as a long term goal. The district would encourage non-English speaking students to be able to use their native language to learn as opposed to being educated in English, which advocates say is oppressive and rooted in racism (November 2023).”
The august and noble King’s is getting crowded out on all sides. First off unless you are fortunate to live in Coeur D’Alene or some other nice clean Whitopia just walking down the street or through your home area you are bombarded with the foreign and the nonsensical and unmusical syllable of inferior breeds. Good luck if you want to have a little social cohesion for that won’t be on the cards. Good luck if you want to ask directions for when you begin saying the words the dark skinned dullard will give you the one million mile stare and treat you like you just sailed in from Alpha Centauri; and forget about borrowing a cup of sugar or having a bit of social intercourse like a community backyard barbeque or inviting the neighborhood kids over to the swimming pool; no sooner would the words be out of your mouth than they would look at you like you had thirteen eyes and those baby imams in the pajama clothes you see running wild in the living room think an oddball has shown up their door. No, compared to these blank stares of incomprehension bowling alone is a massive social gathering replete with hearty chuckles, over eager back slapping, and all-around good-natured times. When it comes to the most basic human thing, communication, you are the throwback and the dinosaur, you are the last White man, the one who is holding down the fort when the fort has long been overrun; this is no longer a country where people can even speak to one another simply and genuinely and plainly, or share a common set of values, or actually like each other on a decent level. This is more than hunkering down, this is being walled off and ejected, and the writing on the wall is in a language that given its disharmony was surely never meant for human consumption. And the message you get from those moving lips emitting crackling screeches is that it’s high time to hightail it out of there, and to clear the hell out.
“Denver schools had about 90,250 students in 2022 with 35,000 multilingual learners with home languages other than English. The district has 200 languages spoken across the district, with Spanish as the home language for the majority of those. The district included a draft of an equity document that includes a policy statement on language justice. The document includes this definition for language justice: The notion of respecting every individual's fundamental language rights – to be able to communicate, understand, and be understood in the language in which they prefer and feel most articulate and powerful.”
Language justice! It be one of those human rights and one of those civil rights they blather on and on about so much. To not let them warble meaninglessly in their home language would be tantamount to another Shoah and would be genocidal in intent. Don’t get me wrong and make no mistake about, I don’t want them speaking English and soiling my mother tongue with their besmirched lips or the garish flapping of their gums. If they have to be opening their pie hole I want them speaking their cretin speak in their own lands, as far away from me as possible, so they are out of sight and out of mind—and out of earshot. What I object to is their mere presence here and the fact that the officials in my country---not my people but my (sadly) officials—cater and kowtow to them and set off a Babel like din that hits my ear drum like a drill bit inserting and insinuating itself in my brain. I object to the fact that whatever poor White kids are left have to sit by them and be sullied by them and have to listen to or at least overhear a great rattle of sounds that, if they make sense at all, make sense in the most limited way and say nothing of note or worth. The say chicken soup is good for the soul—but this caterwauling kills it.
The education system in any country is of paramount importance and clearly what is happening in Denver shows it has slipped beyond our control. The classroom should be an English and White only space and a sacred place, where only our values and heritage and stories are passed from one generation to another. And a place where knowledge for the future is imparted in concise and clear English. Our mother tongue is our most important birthright but in this din of verbal discord and dissonance I fear another lesson is being given to our children: that their people are not in the center of things, but one among many or, worse, at the bottom. That tolerance and respect other peoples is prized above all and whatever legacy their ancestors gave them is being given short shrift and shunted aside. This is miseducation and this is not learning at all—but rather a kind of subjugation.
“Our Language Justice work in DPS has centered around improving the way that schools in Denver engage with families so that everyone –no matter their native language—can support their child’s education by engaging with their child’s school and teacher. DPS families speak over 200 different languages. Parents and caregivers are critical partners in a student’s education, so ensuring that educators can share information and engage with families is the most important way for that partnership to happen.”
Did you catch that? They have their high-flown ideas about justice and the like and, who knows, so besotted are they with humanitarianism or do gooderism, they might even believe the rot. But you can be sure as in all these cases just below the surface (but not that far below) is a scam and scheme and boondoggle. For lo and behold: if they insisted all learn English then jobs and extra pay would not open up for those who speak those aforementioned dog languages. But in this outline native English only speakers (the best kind of people) will be crowded out, crowded out from their own home. The gravy train of multilingualism is nothing less than a jobs program for the browns and who knows maybe even Ebonics will be recognized so the blacks can sit at the table and slurp from the pudding bowl. They deign to define this nebulous concept of “language justice” as a commitment to ensuring that all voices are heard (whatever that means). They define this language justice as creating equitable and inclusive spaces which is the moral equivalent of horse droppings. But whatever the phrase or buzzword or jargon of the moment what is uppermost in their minds is a racket which will open up the employment and monetary sluices to their people. And if that is done in the name of diversity and love don’t let it fool you---it’s that oldest thing in the book: one people elbowing out another and a power grab. The dollars signs in their eyes won’t tell you anything different.
“The document also states that meetings or public events are facilitated in the represented languages. The organization would also hire bilingual staff members, put them in leadership positions and pay them equitably to ensure that bilingualism is a valued skill for the organization. It's not just a matter of hiring more interpreters and translators but rather creating systems and building the infrastructure that best supports linguistically diverse families and supporting multilingual staff, Rosa Guzman-Snyder, co-founder of Community Language Cooperative, said in an email to The Center Square."
Lately the Oxford Dictionary people rolled out that Beer Summit alum and black grievance monger bigwig called Henry Gates to slap his name on one of those doors stop tomes, this one all about something as risible as African American English. Just for the record there is only English, no modifiers permitted. So called African English is not English, it’s a step or two below visceral grunts and is one of the primary reasons why they say silence is golden. African English is not English, English is a pure running stream of unending eloquence and what the African emits is a warped staccato emanation such as “sheeeiiit!” and “baby daddy” and “pimpin’” and the like. Believe it or not a black dude named John McWhorter (who somehow finagled himself a PhD and who looks suspiciously like Claudine Gay) has a whole worked up (if half baked) theory of black English replete with strictly White concepts like phonemes and vowel shifts but all you can say to that is shit negro you be boasting. No, to give what the blacks call English the dignity of a concept is a bridge too far. To say “respek” or “holla” or to refer to someone as “dog” is not to garner respect it’s to invite disgust, and to make the respectable think that those speaking it are little better than baboons.
What is happening in Denver is of course but the proverbial tip of the iceberg, all across these formerly wondrous White lands gibberish and gobbledygook holds sway and in case you want to limn it you are out of luck because the Google Translate people don’t have categories for those abominations. In California they let felons run free and wild because they emit sounds in such obscure languages that they can’t rustle up another soul who can speak it, that is the miscreant put the idiot in idiolect, at least for practical purposes. In South Florida it has got so bad that so called linguists have fathomed a whole new breeding ground of “language” there called “Miami English”; there the spics don’t get in the line but make the line and are not married to someone but married with someone; that is they speak ungrammatical English and pawn and fob it off as a blow for linguistic creativity and freedom.
But then we were told a long time ago by that hyper moron George W. Bush that you can close your eyes in Los Angles and listen and from all the spic warbling think you are in a Tijuana whorehouse and he said that was a good thing: the promise of America fulfilled. But the sane know it’s no such thing that to have to press one for English is more than bad enough but when you have to press 200 you press it for what? Replacement? Dispossession? Apocalypse? Ragnorak? Something worse? Who knows I guess but when in mid April 1945 they played Siegfried’s Death March even as the Jewish shelling mixed with the brass section they were passing out cyanide; and the message from the chirping and chattering and twittering and trilling from the very bowels of hell we hear all around us does have one clear signification: either take a stand or just get the hell out of dodge as the creek rises. Anything else is too hard on the tympanum.
