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Yesterday in Poland, about 60,000 Poles held a massive demonstration, commemorating their nation’s independence by marching through the streets of Warsaw in a magnificent display of ethnonationalism. Despite this event being an annual tradition since about 2010, the sheer size and visual impact of yesterday’s march nevertheless caught the American white nationalist community by surprise.
I wasn’t aware they did this every year in Poland either. Despite being of half Polish ancestry — my maternal grandfather was a Góral, and my maternal grandmother was a Tatar — I’m as thoroughly Americanized, and thus ethnically mongrelized, as is possible and consequently possess an only superficial knowledge of the present culture of either of my ancestral places of origin. That reality notwithstanding, I will admit it was a very powerful thing to see all these strangers with whom I share the same blood, defiantly celebrating their will to remain a racially-pure people & culture, and their nation to remain sovereign. You feel a deep resonance, or God forbid I should even say pride, that isn’t really possible to convey in words. I suppose that whatever it was that evoked that feeling, is something that realistically cannot exist in a comparatively-young and racially-schizophrenic “nation of immigrants” such as the modern U.S.A., and we are so much the poorer for it.
Not surprisingly, the familiar cast of bottom-feeders who inhabit the steadfast toilet-bowl of dysfunction in America that we call the Bowel Movement, took the news of yesterday’s march as an opportunity to escalate the already-faggoty and ongoing “optics debate” over appropriate attire & imagery for street-activism, as well as undeservedly suggest the assumption of credit for the successful efforts of a culture & ethnicity to which they have no connection, and finally bandwagon on those successes to launch more of the passive-aggressive, schoolgirl-type attacks against each other on social media, which are now unfortunately so commonplace among the American right wing.
As endlessly entertaining to watch as it is simultaneously dispiriting, that catty nonsense even in the face of an inspiring event like what happened in Warsaw, just reinforces my conclusion that organized European-inspired racial nationalism in America is a dead end. Unite The Right was a catastrophe, and probably would have devolved into an idiotic spectacle even without the badge fags doing what they did. White Lives Matter was tepid at best, and the act of ducking out of Murfreesboro where the antifa made a show of force, controverts in hindsight the present boasts of certain individuals who now claim to represent the “Hard Right”.
To be accurate, the only real physical defeat that was inflicted on the Left in recent years, was in Berkeley. And that was at the hands of impromptu alliances of primarily right-leaning Libertarian and Constitutionalist offshoots. And I hardly count the act of an angry “Identitarian” midget, punching-out some diseased-looking internet smut-queen on that day, as being a blow landed by and for white racial nationalism.
So like the very definition of insanity, the white racial right keeps repeating the same failed actions over and over, and expecting a different result with each new wide-eyed, self-important young delusional who takes up the cause for fifteen impulsive minutes every couple decades. “WN 2.0” is failing just as assuredly as “1.0” did, just minus the fireworks show that real vanguardists like The Order put on before they went out on shield. And this is because, unlike Poland or Ukraine or Hungary, white America has no definitive ethnonational identity, irrespective of geographic region. We share a common grievance, but nothing else. Despite being a demographically majority-German country, white America remains the sum of successive waves of disparate European ethne who interbred to varying degrees. Unity beyond the most rudimentary racial sense, and beyond perhaps the shared and collective will to live free, is an impossibility on this continent.
I don’t necessarily agree with, for example, the entirety of Andrew Anglin’s recent ‘American Nationalism’ shift of gears, but I acknowledge that he at least is looking at our situation with enough lucidity to know that you cannot transpose European-style ethnonationalism onto white American cultural identity and our inborn behavioral disposition. When our ancestors crossed that ocean, it forever changed what we would become, and there is simply no going back to being what they were. We are overdue in white America to come to honest terms with who and what we are. Only then can we begin to assemble a legitimate political movement for our own benefit. Failing that, our time and effort would be better spent preparing for anarchy.