“They’re allowed to state their opinions. They’re even allowed to assemble and shout their opinions loudly. They’re not allowed to devolve into violence. They crossed a line yesterday. I will continue to piss off all of my associates by maintaining that I’m proud of my heritage, that I don’t hate other cultures, that the corporate/banker oligarchy currently whoring out our country is the real public enemy, and that if you want to chant ‘blood and soil’ you’d better be talking specifically about a patch of dirt somewhere that knows exactly what your blood and sweat tastes like, not inciting a riot on land that has no idea who the fuck you are.”

This was my response on social media after the events in Charlottesville, VA. It’s the only response I could have made since the first part of it is word for word what I said when the BLM rallies became riots.

The reason I decided to write some more is because the statement spawned such an interesting conversation via social media.

One side of my family has been here since 1634. Not ‘in America’ I mean in this county. Right. Here. They’re mostly old Saxon families. The other side is a really interesting blend of German and Scottish immigrants which almost started a riot on its own but they were all Catholic (making them religious minorities in their home countries) so it was ok. Barely. I’m from the same genetic pool that produced staggeringly beautiful art and music as well as damned delicious beer and became something of the butt of their own joke regarding work ethic and punctuality. I feel like I have a legacy to uphold. What makes my pride different is that if someone from a different background wants to acknowledge and celebrate and uphold their cultural legacy I’m much more likely to encourage and support them then tear them down.

Make no mistake. There are real, measurable differences between cultures and ethnicities. There are people who make their living figuring out to which race (yes that’s the word they use, too) a given set of remains belongs, for example. If there were not profound differences between cultures then dignitaries would worry less about accidentally offending people. Do not misinterpret- differences are not inherently bad and they carry ZERO implication of superiority. See, I remember being a kid and being told that it was ok that we weren’t all alike. “It takes all kinds” after all. When I hear people screeching that we all have to be the same I get pretty pissed off, too. We’re not the same. AND THAT’S OK. Hear me? IT’S OK TO BE DIFFERENT.

That’s part of the problem. As a fairly moderate person in many respects, not only political, I DO feel like I’m being lumped in with the goons in the far right whether I identify with them or not. I DO feel like acknowledging that I like and am inspired by my cultural inheritance makes me a target for shrieking accusations. I DO feel like shoving my German and Scottish background under the rug of ‘white’ or ‘American’ or even ‘Marylander’ is a form of erasure and I’m not OK with that. (I’m even less OK with the cheap commercialization of my ancestor culture’s stereotypes but I got literally screamed down last time I brought that up.) I don’t want to wind up lumped in with literal Nazis. I’m not motivated by hatred like they are but I do begin to understand the frustration that makes moderate people start listening to their rhetoric. The far right is a dumpster fire and the left needs to stop backing people into corners. I have been tossing the idea around in my head that what we are seeing right now is, in fact, already a race war. It’s an internal, racial civil war between globalist, leftist whites and nationalist, right wing whites. Those of us standing on the sidelines with broken hearts because everything we love about our German, Scottish, Saxon, Irish, Scandinavian, Slavic and a whole bunch of other European cultures is getting trampled in the process have got no platform and we are beginning to feel the social squeeze.

It’s so bad that I don’t even know if I have the guts to use my own sacred symbols on social media. That makes me angry. I don’t get angry very often. Don’t kid yourselves because I am equally (here, have some irony) angry with both the tunnel visioned, uneducated supremacists on the right and the shrieking mob of indoctrinated mostly upper class youth with hurt feelings on the left. The uneducated manchildren who don’t even understand that the flag they’re waving for “Muh South!” never actually existed have become an embarrassment at best and have crossed into the territory of domestic terrorism at worst. The screeching reactionary brats on the left who would rather scream down attempts to understand their positions than actually talk about them are exactly the same as far as I can tell. Neither represents our nation and I want neither to represent me personally.

And I do want my symbols back. The Sonnenrad is a Migration age (at least) Nordic symbol for the sun. As near as I can tell, the Waffen-SS either found or had done the same symbol inlaid on the floor of a castle they refurbished for their headquarters. They claimed the symbol as their own. Interestingly enough, the symbol wasn’t connected in the public mind to the Neo-Nazi movement until about 30 years ago when it began to surface in groups looking for an alternative to the more recognizable swastika. Guys you are not nor will you ever be the Waffen-SS. That symbol is a lot older than your modern insecurity. Give it back. And you over there screaming that I can’t use it because it’s offensive please grow the hell up. It’s older than you. I love the Sonnenrad. It’s ours and it’s holy and you can’t stop me.

You know why I love the Sonnenrad so much? It’s a sun wheel. It’s a Nordic sun wheel. Just about every ancient culture has some variation of a sun wheel, but they’re all a little bit different. I wear a Sonnenrad because this is how my cultural ancestors did ‘sun wheel’. To me it highlights our cultural uniqueness and our ‘stuck together on the same planet dealing with the same shit’ -ness simultaneously. It reminds me that legends inspire and warn simultaneously. It reminds me that even in bright daylight there are shadows and mysteries and that labels divide as much as they unite. It’s ours and it’s holy and it deserves to be used with respect.

I am not at all pleased with the violent outbursts from the diseased extremities of our increasingly restless society. I can say that on the balance I have been *very* pleased with my clan of blood and heart-friends as we strive to celebrate our faith and our culture with a love and a pride that are free of the stain of hatred. We have enemies, but those enemies are not Blacks or Jews or even Leftists. The enemies are the bankers and megacorp CEOs that are treating our country like a chessboard and manipulating each and every one of us for their profit, whoring out our dollar to foreign countries where humans are treated like trash, and making it increasingly difficult to stay afloat financially. We need to look up for the enemy, not across at one another.

If you need me I’ll be busting up the weed mat in the fall garden before it takes over my baby delicatas. Because *actual* blood and soil.

Out.

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  1. These matters really have spiralled out of hand. To me it always seemed strange to talk of racial differences – as it’s quite clear to me that in almost every aspects those differences are a product of culture, not biology. Have my dark skinned class mates been different to me? Are my half-siblings different because their skin is brown? Hell no. No more than I as a brunette is different from my red haired friend. Skin colour is superficial and I just can not understand those that judge people differently for it. Cultural differences is much more ‘real’, and while it is true that some cultural expressions don’t mingle well it is not necessarily connected at all to the question of *race*. Just because you are black, or brown, or pink, it really doesn’t mean that your cultural identity is the expected stereotype.

    Hnngh. I just forgot where I was going with this… Oh well. I don’t envy your situation over there in the US, where racial tensions so clearly are on fire. :/

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