A Song for My People

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By Tim “xrugger” Stebbins

“In his essay “Self-Reliance,” Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote: “To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, – that is genius. Speak your latent conviction, and it shall be the universal sense; for the inmost in due time becomes the outmost, and our first thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets of the Last Judgment… A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his.”

I am a white man. I have no desire to speak for other white men. I have only a duty to speak and act on that which I believe to be true. I will not dismiss my own thought, nor will I refuse the demands of conscience to acknowledge that “gleam of light” of which Emerson wrote. What follows is my attempt to “speak my latent conviction.” I am convinced of the truth of what I believe and, being convinced, I am bound to express that belief.

That said, what follows is directed primarily at those who would betray their own people in order to enter into the good graces of petty tyrants who would happily see them enslaved and eliminated. We are not (the current narrative notwithstanding) “all in this together.”

Every people has a past, a present, and (hopefully) a future. My people have a glorious past replete with savage violence, stupefying ignorance, and sublime achievement. We have a troubled present full of wrongs inflicted and wrongs received. We face an uncertain future as does the world. There is not a people on this earth who can claim any different.

I believe that loving one’s own first and foremost is no indicator of hatred for the other. The usual epithets spewed by present day social fascists hold no power that is not given them by the targets of their invective. I grow roses. If I should have a special affinity for the deep red variety, am I required to uproot all the others and cast them on the fire? Because I love my own people, must I hate others? Except in the undifferentiated hive mind of the relentlessly ignorant, such thinking is ludicrous.

I’ve read and heard a number of moronic screeds and rants by  leftist rabble who insist that, while the ridiculous idea of “white privilege,” is a sacrosanct concept not to be challenged, there apparently exists no such thing as a white culture from which that imaginary demon could spring. That would seem to be a logical impossibility in a rational world. However, if one wanders far enough into the emotional fen of liberal musings, it becomes easy to embrace any sort of ephemeral concept floating randomly through society with no factual tethers attached.

I would think that the video embedded below should, by itself, go some distance in exposing that particular progressive line of “thought” for the cognitive atrocity it is. I know one song will not penetrate the armor of the impregnably virtuous. Nor will it change the hearts and minds of the emotionally and intellectually ossified, but perhaps, at least, it may stir your soul as it does mine. Let the bleating masses bleat. I would rather listen to my people sing.

I’m rather sure that the origins of that ballad reside firmly in the realm of “whiteness.” Written as a lament after the Scottish defeat at Culloden in 1746, this hymn to a warrior culture speaks of lost causes and last stands. More to the point, it is an expression of a people’s desire to be free.

Now, I do not care what color you are or what culture birthed you, if you are not intellectually honest enough to see the unique aspects of the culture that produced such a ballad, then I can’t help you. If you are white and if, in the course of listening to that one simple song, you are incapable of envisioning the glories of the race of which you are a part (however unwillingly), then go and enlist in the battalions of self-loathing, anti-white, good-thinkers howling for the annihilation of their own people. Go and grovel for the temporary approval of those who, if they have their way, will come first for those who  see the world as I do. Rest assured, they will come for you later. Your treachery may buy you some time. It will not buy you your life. What is coming will be the end of you, one way or another.

Incredibly, much of the today’s puerile anti-white yelping is served up by a gaggle of whites unmoored, for whatever reason, from the greater heritage and history of our people. Unwilling to embrace who they are, these perfidious muttonheads choose to throw in their lot with the mob who sees in “whiteness” the universal cause of all the world’s woes. How any sentient, reasonably educated human being can reach that conclusion is a deep and abiding mystery to me…oh wait…no it’s not. Such people reach that conclusion because, in their desire to avoid looking at their own deficiencies, they prefer to ascribe their personal and collective failures to the oh-so-unique-and-never-before-perpetrated-by-anyone-anywhere evils solely and uniquely associated with people who look like I do. You know…people of pallor.

To the contrary, white people (specifically, heterosexual, white men) have been a wellspring of material, political, scientific, musical, spiritual, and philosophical innovation for – oh, a few years now. Sadly, in this age where feelings run rampant over reason, any attempt by a white man to extol the virtues of his people (even though to do so does nothing to diminish the virtues or accomplishments of another) will be met by a cacophonous throng of life’s losers screeching the usual vituperative boilerplate deemed acceptable by the current idiocracy. Such dolts are the product of weaponized academia, a lickspittle media establishment, and a decomposing society. They are dullard ducklings waddling behind their addlepated intellectual parents, quacking the same tiresome tropes as the rest of the nestlings.

These visionless, historical illiterates  are the vanguard of a movement that will eventually culminate in the attempted subjugation and destruction of the white race. The replacement of whites in their homelands all over the world is a testament to this trendline. Even more troubling is the advancement of the concepts of “whiteness” and “white privilege” as  universal scapegoats for the world’s ills. Such language should set alarm bells ringing in every white home.

To those whose self-loathing has blinded them to the consequences of their actions, I say this: You are certainly free to facilitate the degradation and marginalization of your own people. Just as I am free to oppose you. Do not, however, be so impervious to lucid thought that you believe you will be spared because of your sycophantic slobbering apologies for the wrongs of your forebears. We are on a road with no turning and choices will have to be made. You’ve made yours. Instead of standing on the shoulders of giants, you have chosen to kneel at the feet of bastard cast-offs who know not the meaning of allegiance to kin and clan. Instead of standing shoulder to shoulder with your brothers and sisters, you rub elbows and swap spit with those who would love nothing more than to see you physically shackled and spiritually degraded, preparatory to your immolation.

The sad fact is that the betrayal of white culture by our own has been gathering speed for some time now. The betrayers have allowed a proliferating crowd of vacuous imbeciles to acquire  influence far out of scale with their intelligence. Because of their efforts, a wide swath of the white population has not only begun to accept the idea of their own destruction, they have begun to actively advocate for  it. To wit:

Empty-headed academic harridans vow to not have children, lest they spread the evil of “whiteness” more broadly upon the earth. What insufferable narcissism! They will, no doubt, get their wish as no self-respecting white man would want to be a party to placing an innocent being in such a viperous womb. One can hope that such shrews will, indeed, die childless. The race will be better for it.

Simpering, sniveling social justice “warriors” kneel before the cameras in decorative chains, making oily apologies for the sins of their long-dead ancestors who, thankfully, are beyond the reach of the lunacy of their posterity. These are lost souls beyond the reach of reason. These “men” roll in the dung heap of their own degradation and think themselves superior for the effort.

Brainless celebrities and their media zoo keepers celebrate miscegenation in all its forms. This is to be expected. After all, dilution yields the same result as deletion. It just takes longer. Watch a few hours of network TV if you doubt me. If you don’t think you are witnessing  the early stages of a deliberate attempt to eliminate you as a distinct people, I salute you. You have achieved a level of self-delusion that is truly exemplary.

Unlike the human offal described above, I don’t hate those who find reason in their own history to despise whites. At least there is a case to be made for the way they see the world. Mistakes are made and wrongs are done and the world keeps turning. However, if in their hatred, others seek the destruction of my people, then I am bound to stand and defend the race that birthed me. It is utterly rational to think this way and such beliefs lay well within the boundaries of common sense. I am aware such thinking brands me a racist in the eyes of this world. If that is the verdict of this degenerate age, I will count such a judgment as a badge of honor. I will not kneel before barbarians of any color or creed.

All peoples have drunk the wine of victory and tasted the dregs of defeat. All have conquered and been conquered. No race is free of some taint of the past, nor are any free of responsibility for what lies ahead. This irrational desire to re-order the future by finding scapegoats for the past seems to be a constant in human affairs. In this time, my people are the designated victims and there is no shortage of quislings among us willing to sacrifice their brothers and sisters for a mess of multicultural pottage.

A hundred years from now, when the sand castles of utopian visionaries have once again vanished under a tide of  human suffering, another whipping boy will be found and the cycle will begin again. There will be no peace on this good earth until we stop trying to make a heaven of it. In the interim, I will find solace in the strength of my race and hope in the song of my people.”

- https://www.theburningplatform.com/