I find it extraordinarily amusing — giggle-worthy, in fact — that a few readers complained about yesterday’s post. Some of you were absolutely convinced I was writing about you. I was not. As I wrote, I wasn’t thinking of any person in particular, but of nations. So, it’s not about you, dears. I’m an equal-opportunity critic who throws a wide net. You’re too small to be caught in it.
Perhaps it’s time for introspection?
In the old days when truths were massaged in sore places different than those of today, it wasn’t a big deal to talk about “national character” or “national temperament.” We assumed that national temperament not only existed, but could be teased into parts and identified. Brits, we knew, did not act or think identically to Italians or French or Americans.
In fact, even today, I personally know Americans who make a big deal about rejecting their British forebears: England, to them, represents a failed and racist past; multicultural, identity-less America, a shining city on a hill.
This is ridiculous, of course, for the entire Anglo world — the English-speaking world — is in decline, including the US. Furthermore, via immigration, England has become as multiculti as the US, if not more. In spite of its history, it’s identity is up for grabs. A few of those who want to be in England are trying to transform this country into something it is not.
I agree, however, that it’s more difficult to describe a particular national temperament to the degree that immigration diluted the original stock population. This applies to Europe more than America which is, of course, a mongrel nation. It’s important to note that national temperaments have been diluted from within, too. The stock-English that once defined my American temperament were long-ago pushed to the side by … well … self-hating stock-English. We did it to ourselves.
“We must be inclusive and make social space for everyone,” the self-hating stock English tell themselves. The result of their self-hate, unfortunately, is that they have created a climate in which no one really belongs as there is nothing to belong to. They caused the nation to lose it’s soul, that core “thing” — whatever it is — that once made a nation identifiable. Now, we have memories. No more.
The myth of America is residual. It lingers after it’s death. People remember what this country was and talk about what it could have been, averring their eyes to what it is now. In reality, America is a pale shadow of what it used to be. It not much of anything, at this point.
In America, the American temperament is on life-support. We whisper about it, not shout; we hint about it, but don’t speak aloud.
I feel very alone as I write this. This is something polite people no longer talk about. I’m not polite, not in this blog, anyway, so don’t give a rip about what you think. I decided to tell the truth and will not back down.
As it is often said, no one bothers to censor lies.
So, here’s a truth for you: old national temperaments have morphed to the point where they can’t be clearly seen, heard or felt. The proximate cause is immigration, of course, but original, much deeper cause is a mentality espoused by the progressive, secular Left. I’m pointing my little, shaky finger at the enemy now.
“Oh, that’s not me,” you cry! After all, you know that you’re a good person. You’re so open-minded … so willing to bend — bend over, that is. You’re inclusive. Tolerant. You love all cultures, all religions, all the funky foods and funny-shaped houses. In fact, you love ALL the peoples on the big, blue planet — except those who don’t share your globalist values. You eagerly hold hands with anyone unlike you after self-identifing with struggling masses, women, sexual deviants and more. Today, you’re championing trannies — they’re your people du jour. You’re just so TOLERANT.
You are convinced that all people are the same deep inside … right?
We all want the same things … right?
A Taliban head-lopper is the same as a Canadian wheat farmer deep inside … right?
You’re such a proud globalist, not a despicable nationalist. Anyone who disagree with you is should be pitied, you think. You’re convinced that those who disagree with these core “values” of yours secretly “envy your values,” as says your heroine, Ursala von der Lying.
Hmmmm. It could be case, however, that you’re just weak. Somehow, in your twisted little mind, you have confused emptiness, weakness, self-hate and confusion with identity. Your opinions aren’t humble and universal, but a masqueraded form of pride — in reality, you’re eager to crush other people’s values to privilege your own. Neither is your open-mindedness strength, but is a yellowbelly, wussy fear of being yourself. You don’t want to admit who you are because then you’d have to defend yourself, your identity and your national heritage.
It’s much easier to feign tolerance. And safer. (And weaker.) You, as a tolerant person, do not defend yourself or your country. You have one enemy, or so you think — the only evil in your tiny world is that of intolerance of tolerance. This is solipsistic, of course, but you haven’t figured this out.
Just as there is no view from nowhere, no one is from nowhere. Not even you. Embarrassed as it may make you to admit this, you are a XXXXX, (fill in the blank). You are English. French. American. Whatever. You can’t deny this. Can’t run away from it. And try as you may, your national temperament — YOUR temperament — is somehow encoded in your soul.
So, as you push your nation toward something unrecognizable, you are still standing there, lost and alone, pretending not to be French, English or whatever. You’re delusional. You may have erased your nation from the planet, but you have not erased it’s temperament. Though nations disappear, national temperaments do not. National temperament lives on in people. Even you.
My nation is gone. Sniveling, self-hating leftists changed it to such a degree — coerced from the top-down — that I have been forced to look for a more congenial place, one that better reflects my character. I’m still myself. Only my nation has been hijacked.
I’m hoisting the white flag. You won. You conquered the land and its polity. America is yours.
But I won too. I won the deeper stuff. I have true identity, authenticity and honesty. I’m taking my body and my American/British temperament to a new place where I fit. This could be Argentina or Chile, a tiny French island, Russia(!) … who knows.
I’m re-situating my national temperament with ex-pats doing the same.