Cultural and racial suicide.

I read [Lawrence Auster's essay on "The Path to National Suicide"] while sitting in restaurant in my former hometown of Alexandria, Virginia. In the 1960s Alexandria had a Southern feel, people spoke with a Virginian accent, the architecture was 18th century, and history was everywhere. Colonial history, Revolutionary War history, Civil War history. Last night no one in the restaurant was white, and no one was speaking English. From the restaurant you can see the ten story Masonic monument erected to George Washington's memory. Putting Auster's theory to the test, I asked several people what the building was. No one knew. I then asked a friendly Peruvian if he knew how to drive to Mount Vernon. He had never heard of it. Then I asked a Mexican how to get to Mount Vernon, and received a blank stare. Then I asked a Cambodian, and I couldn't understand a word he said his accent was so thick. But this is all perfectly acceptable according to multiculturalist theory ... after all what does the Civil War, the Revolution, George Washington, the English colonies, the ideals of the Southern Gentleman, European philosophy, Roman political organization have to do with someone whose culture is Shi'ite or Mestizo?^[1]

This is heartbreaking to me to witness the same phenomenon in countless other venues. A recent trip back to Virginia took me to an area that looked more like the UN General Assembly than a part of the former Confederacy. One doesn't have to be heartless or a xenophobe to resent the relentless shift in the ethnic and cultural balance so that the land is flooded by hosts of people as to whom the traditions, history, and owners of that land are meaningless, if not repugnant.

Elsewhere in the U.S., I've explored county libraries, recorders' offices, probate files, grave yards, battlefields, archives, and historical societies to learn more about my ancestors. It's a thrill even if what I see and find in the process does not involve my own kin, for I'm still looking at the record and works of my own people. In a larger sense, they are not strangers to me.

At one time in my life I became quite enamored of country western dancing and I recall how intensely pleasurable it was to have discovered a tradition of my own people. I hated that I had all my life been exposed to shake yer booty dancing, which I despised, and still do, as artless jerkination.

Naturally, I am interested in other cultures and can appreciate the energy, intelligence, and valuable viewpoints of foreigners with different backgrounds. But you may be sure that I resent having to tread cautiously at ever step when advocating or criticizing local, state, national, and international policies of the country lest some foreigner's or recent non-European immigrant's tender sensibilities are violated in the smallest degree.

It's an aspect of abnormal psychology that Western nations have embraced the poison of multiculturalism which ensures that each affected land dissolves into a stew in which no man's past or culture means a thing. The replacement idea is supposed to be the "propositional" nation but these days I'm hard pressed to find many aborigines here in the U.S. who could lay out any of those propositions, other than "all men are created equal" and "one man, one vote." We've probably got upward of 25,000,000 Hispanics here illegally and by definition they rejected ab initio the proposition of respect for U.S. law.

It goes down hill from there.

Adios white, European America.

Do you remember being asked about the advisability of ushering in this disaster? Me either. In fact, I remember Ted Kennedy lying through his teeth about it.

Our assumption that "enemies foreign and domestic" really only means foreign enemies needs urgent examination.

Notes
^[1] Ed H. commenting on "Turning America into a country of aliens." By Lawrence Auster, View from the Right, 5/19/11.

PRETTY MUCH IMMEDIATE UPDATE:

Example of domestic enemies: "Why Is This Not Treason?" Hint: U.K. political party fingered by Sarah Maid of Albion last March.