Learning Our History, Learning Your Place
America is truly a unique country. With the context of time, it’s meaningless. As an empire in the present however, it has definitely made its mark on the world. All empires eventually crumble, and America will be no different. The effects it’s had on the North American continent will ring throughout the rest of the new world’s history. But in 200 years, what will be the true beginnings of America, and will they look different than the stories we are told today? In 200 years, will the founders and the constitution mean much of anything? No one can know, but as I continue this writing, I hope to start probing at some of these questions.
Certainly, any good white American boy will know about the revolution: the “greatness and wisdom” of the founders, the deeds of Washington and Franklin, the writing of Jefferson, Revere’s midnight ride. Maybe some more curious among us leaned of the influence of Hamilton, the leadership of Benedict Arnold, or of Marquis de Lafayette. Next up was the civil war. In my experience growing up, we all learned about the war. But my buddies and I, we REALLY liked the Confederacy. While I spent a lot of time in the south, I was not raised there. But still, there seemed to be a sort of spiritual connection with the lost cause of Dixie. That connection is part of what makes modernity so viscerally disgusting to good, true American men. A connection I am sure to explore deeper in this series.
But right now I am focusing on what we learned. What did we get next in our great history? We got maybe a week or two on westward expansion and manifest destiny, perhaps a few PBS documentaries of Lewis and Clark and The Oregon Trail. In my opinion, this is where the majority of American history was made, outside of the financial markets and federal beasts of the East coast. If you’re lucky like me, you had a history teacher that spent some time on the more fun things in the Wild West.
Then you get to the heights of the “Roaring 20’s”. In my school, little time was given to the progressives of that era, and they are some of my favorite Americans if I’m being honest. Roosevelt comes to mind of course. But so many others like the labor movement, of course. The muckrakers like Ray Baker and Lincoln Steffens. There was also the Abbot Sisters and their work for children and social care, and Jane Addams. Say what you want about feminism, the suffragette movement did have its above average women. Institutions like the ACLU weren’t always the monstrosities they are today.
Not to mention World War 1. Though, in school, I don’t think any of us grasped the true importance of it. WW1 was more of this great blunder and a tragedy because of the loss of human life. But I never remember learning what was gained. This is also the era of the ADL’s founding. So certainly, not everything happening at this time was good. But, even reading it today, there seemed like the great European project of America still had a chance.
Then you’re moved into the depression era. This is where you really get a taste for what’s to come, and how we ended up in the mess of a “nation” today.
For next, as any good White American knows, was the only TRUE war America ever fought, and let me tell you, these men where heroes of the highest order. The beaches of Normandy and the liberation of the death camps were, obviously, a VERY important subject. Though, at the time, it was not obvious what either of those had to do with the attack on Pearl Harbor.
But boy, were the Nazis one hell of a bad ass army. The Germans easily had the coolest weapons, planes, tanks, you name it – and in high school, that is obviously what a healthy young man is going to enjoy the most. The only problem was the whole genocide thing. It seemed so pointless to me, especially placing killing jews above the war effort. But there was so much good evidence. All those bodies of emaciated, diseased looking people, and that’s not even mentioning the camps. I mean there were fake shower rooms to trick innocent people into getting in the gas chambers. It was a really scaring experience, looking back at it now. These men, who fought so well and had the coolest machines and technology, were also systematically eliminating anyone who wasn’t pure Germans. They also said Aryans instead of German sometimes and there was a lot of talk of inferior and superior races. But, honestly, I always found that to be silly. Hitler was killing the Polish, Roma, queers and Jews. What did race have to do with any of it? Religion sure, but this was a man bent on German superiority and, apparently, he wanted it all over the world. Looking back now, I see how I ended up where I am today. While I had excellent teachers, and went to a wonderful lily-white school, the curriculum comes from the top, always.
Oh but wait, that was just the beginning. If it wasn’t bad enough that I was of the same genetic stock as the great evil we just learned of, I also then learned I was something else too. I was white. You see, growing up I was raised being told I was both German and Norwegian. There are some British in the family as well, but in the Midwest, you’re not going to get friends by being a proud Anglo. Plus, the stock that made up most of us was from new arrivals. My great grandmothers and one great grandfather were all off the boat. One was from Germany and the other two were from Norway. So I was German and Norwegian.
But thanks to history class, and the wonderful chapters we spent on The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, second of his name, I learned I was not in fact German and Norwegian, but that I was in fact White. As you can tell, this was news to me. It’s not that I had a problem with being white, or that I hadn’t been called white. I just didn’t think of myself as expressly white. But, was I about to be instructed on how White I really was.
I don’t know if everyone’s schooling was like this, but for me they delayed this indoctrination until the final years of high school. In hindsight, it seems all the more insidious. The time when young men are at their most fragile mentally, because no matter what you think you were in high school, you were not a real man. You wanted to become one. But you weren’t, and I know I am not alone in the regretful decisions I made at this time in my life. The way I behaved, the way I dressed, my attitude, my taste in music and art, all of it….I had a long way to go at that point.
But still, that was when I was blasted with the true realization of what I was, in that one short quarter of a semester. I was not from the south; my family had nothing to do with segregation, nor Jim Crow laws, bussing or anything of the sort. I had family from the south but they were in Texas, and that history was its own, as far as I was concerned. Lord knows I certainly wasn’t a racist, as I had never even met a black person. How could I hate someone I’ve never met? But that’s all I was left thinking after high school. It wasn’t until the University experience came around that I really leaned.
Like many young White American men, I did what I was told was the best course of action after getting that much needed diploma, I went to college. Lucky for me, I was also extremely good at procrastination. This led me not into a typical $40,000-$110,000 debt, but an easy 4 payments of about $2,000. But no matter if the college is state or community; you’re definitely going to have a few things on campus. Sports, political clubs and exchange students
And this is where I learned where my place in the system was. I always had been political, and I was already imagining myself a Marxist before I had arrived to college, so I started with the politics. That did not last long. I had become politically disengaged completely by the time I got out of college life.
It wasn’t so much anti white, as it was just literally gay. The campus lefties I thought I’d love were just so very, very gay. I’d never really had a problem with those living a queer lifestyle before that, but these people were a different breed than I was brainwashed to believe existed. They wanted me to be a fag; they wanted my friends to be fags. But still, I made clear that I was truly enamored with the fair sex. The biggest argument against me they had was: I was a secret homosexual, and unless I was willing to commit a hate crime, I was going to have to just deal with it.
Exchange students for me weren’t bad, as they were mostly White Canadians and East Asians of all types. All of whom went home, when they were done with their two years in America. (Except for a few select times where I had to try and understand a heavy Indian/East Asian accent. But that was no issue really, as most of them didn’t plan on staying in America. Of course, they DID stay, but that’s the results of policy we have now.)
Then there were the sports teams, which was a problem for me in some ways. Being raised in the proper White Midwest fashion, I was a wrestler since I was 4 years old, so I was forced into many of the same spaces as the basketball and football players. As you may imagine, I made some good friends on the football team, in the weight room. This was college after all, so they were much bigger than me.
But none of us wanted to spot, or share, a workout with the black student athletes. It wasn’t that they didn’t like their black teammates; they just didn’t seem to trust the POC when upwards of 250 pounds was hovering above them on a bench, just at the right height to destroy the sternum and ribs. No, in the weight room and in the gym overall, natural segregation was apparent unless coaches and authorities dictated the work outs. As it worked out, the basketball and football programs also took most of the scholarships available through the school. When one just looks at those full rides, the anti white bias becomes even clearer.
When a person gets to where we are now, they start to lose a sense of themselves. Because of all this indoctrinating material we learned in 6th-12th grade, we begin to believe we are just individuals, not connected to anything deeper. That of course couldn’t be further from the truth. Ours is a loving and peaceful movement, made to care for and defend our people. Those people are of Europe and the white Americans from any region, county, and country. I think any of us who haven’t, should look back on how they learned history in school. Really take a good look and have a nice long think. Then ask yourself, how do we get others to understand our views with these American blinders on history? I don’t know if I have answers, but as this series continues, I hope to work out how we bring ideas of National Socialism to Americas. I hope you will stay on this ride with me.
Lucky for me, not only was I talented enough in wrestling to contend after high school, I was also very blessed with easily understanding music. So I was able to keep some money coming in to help my scholarship in band/music. But the advantage is given to all non whites first, and this was very clear.
Hail Victory.
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