Douglas Mercer
September 23 2023
Race is not an idea but there have been a lot of ideas about race throughout time, most of them bad. Most of them real bad. For the White race to come to grips with race was a stepwise and protracted process of two steps forward and one step back. In order to reach the sunny uplands of the perfect idea of race—the accurate one—the journey was a byzantine trek littered with many false ideas, idiotic ideals, and squeamish and cowardly half measures. And then just when the nettle was grasped and the candle that was worth everything was nearly and neatly grasped—the calamity happened and the sunny uplands were gone.
When the enlightenment claptrap reached South Africa in the 1830s the Dutch knew some bad juju when they saw it, and immediately a group of them labeled themselves the Doppers. A Dopper in their language is a device the extinguishes the light of a candle.
The neoclassicism of the Enlightenment put the goddess of cold reason up on a pedestal, but the nonsense they were peddling was totally unreasonable. It was the age of frictionless optimism and a belief in the universal humanity and the brotherhood of man. Real reason of course would have known otherwise immediately, but the cosmopolitan philosophes knew better and saw all people as capable of indefinite improvement and saw no reason for “invidious” distinctions among the races of the world. Of course distilled from this errant nonsense was the perfect epitome of this worldview, that famous Spirit of 76 and feces dropped on a wide-eyed world: all men are created equal. And as everyone knows all too well we are still living that one down.
With the Romantic Age came a great impetus to nascent and embryonic race thinking. It was the rage then to focus on the particular rather than the universal, the concrete rather than the abstract. What was unique was what concerned them, not what was general and common. A mania occurred in Europe to dig into the prehistory of their people. Folk lore and folk tales became the talismans of the time. So great was the rage that a gifted writer and fraudster was able to foist a book called Ossian on the paying public claiming to be derived from word-of-mouth Scottish Gaelic. It was all about legendary bards and Irish mythology and noble heroes from the ancient depths. Of course it was all faked but the point is that it had an enormous impact as people all over Europe were hungry for the lore and legends of their own living people.
Their own people being the watchwords. No longer was the fiction of humanity exalted; no longer the brotherhood of man; now Europeans were looking to their own and were beginning to see in their origins and development a fount of wonder and awe; scholars now looked to the Germanic Tribes as the progenitors of history, having re-energized the Romans who had race mixed themselves out of existence. And more than that they looked forwards to a future and a revival, not of classical learning, or airless tomes, or angular structures, but to a revival of the blood and of the people.
The 1830s and the 1840s were the turning point, where evil shibboleths were left behind and promising new vistas opened up. It was then that a cadre of writers you’ve never heard of bandied back and forth ideas about race, good and bad, and tried to hammer out the origins of the peoples of the earth and, in the end, cleared out the detritus for the future. Not having the lodestar and Rosetta Stone of Darwin in their back pocket even the best only made progress by fits and starts. But when they were done the most prescient among them could see in the cloud dipped distance the beautiful sight of those sunny uplands.
The litany of trashy delusions that the White race has been subject to is legion. And believe it or not in this time period the greatest stumbling block to pure thinking about race purity was the book of Genesis. You heard that right, so down the rabbit hole besotted with the Jewish spirit were the main thinkers then that a Jew made up story of Adam and Eve precluded them from unclouding their brains. The issue in question was whether or not there was such a thing as “the human family.” There is not of course, there is the White race and billions of strange ant like creatures who crowd us at every turn. But this one race fallacy was deep dyed at the time, after all if the Jewish Adam and the Jewish Eve sired the lot of us than we are brothers above, below and beneath the skin. Shakespeare said that one touch of nature makes the whole world kin, but if I may take exception to the Stratford lad here he got it wrong; one touch of nature makes the whole world kill. And rightly so. Everyone not kin you kill nature says.
The crux of the argument was between monogenesis and poly genesis and how it affected the issue of the innate qualities of the races. If there were innate and vast differences between the races in dispositions and capacity how could these quantum leaps have emerged and developed in so short a span of 6,000 years? To even ask these questions meant that they were still in their minds inhabiting a toy universe, not yet seeing that the infinite spaces of space that they recognized also applied to time. It was a time out of mind world and they were working from a local zip code only. On the one hand the monogenists argued that we all came from Jewish Adam, we were all one species, and that there were no innate differences between the races. And that whatever differences there were visible to the eye could be cured by more time and more education, so that the niggers and the gooks one day could be dressed up in top hats and proclaim Cicero from the Capitoline Steps. Others, more hard-eyed and deep-dyed said no, the differences between the races were vast, innate, intractable and no amount of sitting in Sunday school reading hymns to a long-ago dead Jew could eradicate them. They began to view the Indians not as noble savages but as no good savages. And the negros? Totally incurable. Good for them. But even among these there were many who could not take the final step to undo the shackles of Christ and out of fear of opprobrium still sent out sops to the malevolent ministers who warned against them. But a few like Josiah Nott of Mobile delighted in pricking the bubbles of the devout and came close to the final solution. Statues of him and the few others of his ilk should stand in our public spaces.
It boggles the mind that 600,000 White men died in order to “liberate” some niggers from slavery. It really makes you wonder, but there it is. After Reconstruction tried to decimate the Southern Man with niggers in Congress but you can’t keep good White men down for long and soon the baleful effort was overthrown. But famously there was some lag time between the end of the interlopers and carpetbaggers and the full-blown Jim Crow. It was in these interregnum years when the White man was catching his breath, but once caught, the wind was at his back and it was clear sailing ahead.
Worldwide in these years the most important development was the waking up to the Jewish Question. And the most important issue was seeing the Jews not as a religion but as a race. Truly it was the hinge of history and still is. Indeed, this shift was the most important one in the whole chain. Even Paul de LaGarde, who stinted nothing on his Jew hate, remained in thrall to the man from Nazareth, and could never quite make his way to the sacred altar of race. But those who followed like Houston Chamberlain were in no doubt that it was the Jews as a race that was the threat. With race in the catbird seat, the Jew seen as demons, and Christianity in the rear-view mirror, the White race had an unlimited future before it. It did not take long for it to materialize.
Roughly from 1890 to 1945 was the heyday of the White race. It was our salad days when the future was wide open. It was when the White race was transformed from a race in itself to race for itself. You had the Madison Grants of the world telling us of the Greatness of the White Race and sounding the alarm to the threats. You had the White Australia Policy, you had White Canada Forever, you had the Immigration Restriction movement in America, you had a flowering of eugenic thinking and practice, you had lynching as an effective deterrent to the niggers, you had a color line enforced, you had Indians on reservations, you had Racial Integrity laws, and law against mixed marriages. All over the White world the White race was waking up to its own glorious majesty and the looming dangers that were present. And all over the White World the drawbridges were drawn up and people with ideological guns were manning the turrets. And they were making up for lost time and doing something about it. The idea of race was that race was not an idea, but the blood of our blood and the flesh our flesh. And then picking up these swift currents the National Socialists came along and gave us all a master class in race. When feasting on this repast of might one has no need to sup with a long spoon.
The tragedy of our world is that it all came a cropper at Stalingrad. We break through there and it would have been nothing but blue sky thinking. But with Hitler gone and transmogrified into an industrial strength bogeyman the idea of race was “discredited.” Soon the dominos fell: the universal declaration on human rights, the UNESCO statement on race, the laws of asylum, civil rights, integration, affirmative action, anti-racism, dead white males, political correctness George Floyd, burning cities, crime waves, and White Fragility. Of course in the redoubts the stalwart hold outs and race revanchists and race irredentists, and the race heroes still plied the noble waters that had been created before. The National Alliance was formed like a beacon of truth and kept the precious heirloom of race in a time capsule for a future of our own posterity. For the correct idea of race once broached and inaugurated can never be extinguished, but lives like the sacred fires of a million burning hearts who wait for the moment to be unleashed. And one would need to be a traitor or a fool not to know in one’s heart of hearts that tomorrow belongs to us.
