19th Century Christmas Poem

– 24 December 2019 –

Barzillai “19th Century” Bozarth:

A Christmas poem by Rev. Henry Augustus Rawes from Gems from Catholic Poets, a collection of Catholic poems published in 1859. The poem brings us to the glorious moments just after our Savior’s birth, when the majesty of heaven shone upon the plain and humble fallen earth.


The Christmas light is shining,
And its rain of glory falls,
In a shower of golden splendours,
Upon the stable walls ,
Upon those walls that just before
Were dark and cold and bare:
But now the mother and her Child
Are wrapp’d in glory there.

The oxen in their stalls are still,
Whilst angels gather round,
As Mary with her new-born Child
Is seated on the ground.
And a light of heavenly brightness
Is shining in her eyes,
As Jesus smiles upon her
From her arms, in which He lies.

O blessed mother, in thy love
All peerless and all fair!
The light is shining round thee,
In that stable cold and bare:
But though thou art the Queen of Heaven,
The manger is the throne
Of Him, who is the mighty Lord,
And yet thy Babe, thine own.

O mother, what a joy thou art!
For thou art full of grace,
As thou claspest Jesus in thine arms
And smilest in His face;
As thou smilest in His little face,
And as He smiles in thine,
The splendours of the heavenly court
Around thee flash and shine;
And angel-bands before thee kneel,
Thee for their empress own,
Because Eternal God hath made
Thy sinless arms His throne.

The Christmas light is shining,
Though eighteen centuries
Have fled, since that first joyful night
That saw thee on thy knees
Beside the little manger-bed,
Wherein thy Jesus lay,
As the cattle gather’d round Him,
And the oxen eating hay.

I cannot tell thee half the joy
With which our eyes grow dim,
When we kneel beside the manger,
And thou bringest us to Him,
Who is thy loving spouse, and ours,
Our life, our changeless joy,
Thine own dear sweetest Jesus,
Thy wondrous, beauteous boy.

The Christmas light is shining,
As bright as ever now,
And the cradle is as glorious,
And the light on Mary’s brow.
And lo! before the awful throne
The prostrate crowds adore,
As they kneel in joyful gratitude
Upon the Temple’s floor:
They kneel with joy at Mary’s throne,
To worship Jesus there,
And swiftly rises up to Him
The voice of heart-felt prayer.

And voice on voice is thrilling,
Till the mighty chaunt ascends,
And with the strains from angels’ harps
In sweetest concert blends.
And hearts o’erflow’d with happiness
Are faint with loving joy,
Which earth can never give to them,
And time cannot destroy.

O mother, keep us at thy side,
Lest we should fall away,
And reach not thee and Jesus,
In the cloudless, sunlit day.
Be with us in this stormy sea,
And bring us to the shore,
Where Jesus in His loveliness
Is seen for evermore.
Where life has no more sorrow,
And where death can never come,
The resting-place for wearied hearts,
The pilgrim’s happy home;
Where brides of Christ for ever dwell
In blessed Christmas light,
And the bridal never ceases,
And the day is ever bright.

Burke, James, Gems from Catholic Poets, 100-103. London: Catholic Publishing and Bookselling Company, Limited, 1859.

San Francisco Schools Celebrate the 400th Anniversary of Columbus’ Discovery of America

– 14 October 2019 –

Barzillai “19th Century” Bozarth:

Until only three or four generations ago, the city of San Francisco upheld culturally Christian values much like those across the rest of the United States. How quickly a civilization can fall, and how tragic that a people can not only forget their inheritance but can actively despise it (and thus despise themselves).

October 12, 1892 marked the 400th anniversary of Columbus’ discovery of the America’s for Europe (or October 21 if one extends the Gregorian calendar backwards.) Nations all across the Western hemisphere celebrated the triumph of European civilization in this New World with parades, speeches, statues, coins, and buildings. Columbus-fever swept across the land. The magnificent 1893 World’s Fair, located in Chicago and a wonder for its time, called The Columbian Exposition, was deliberately held to honor the occasion, and along with Columbus-themed buildings and statues, the exposition featured full-scale reproductions of Columbus’ three ships: the Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria.

Chicago throngs celebrate the dedication of the Columbian Exposition in October 1892.

Even San Francisco, far-removed from Columbus’ landfall, was caught up in the excitement of this anniversary, as depicted in the following article from the October 22, 1892 edition of The Morning Call:

“Hurrah for Columbus Day!”

“It is the first we have ever had,” said the school children of San Francisco, “so let’s make it a red-letter day in our school history.”

And they did.

With a patriotic vim and a prolonged hurrah for Columbus and the New World, aided by the veterans of the Grand Army of the Republic and guided by their teachers, the children celebrated the historic day in such a way that will make it famous for all time in the school annals of this city.

Two weeks ago they began planning and drilling and rehearsing and decorating for the great event. They began and ended the work conscientiously and enthusiastically, and it was a grand success.

Everybody who had a son or a daughter or a niece or a nephew went to school yesterday, and lots of folks who had none.

They did not go to learn reading and writing, nor yet grammar and arithmetic. They took a lesson in history and patriotism, and it did them as much good as it did the children.

1892 Columbus anniversary celebrations at a high school in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. Even the people of small towns crowded together to celebrate the great 400-year milestone.

All the public schools were beautifully decorated, and all the classes in them rendered carefully prepared programmes.

Three veterans went to each school and presented the flags and made patriotic speeches and wore their best uniforms.

The pupils recited “Christopher Columbus,” “The Meaning of the Centuries,” “Barbara Freitchie” and all the thrilling, patriotic old pieces. They sang “Hail Columbia,” “Columbus, the Gem of the Ocean” and all the good old songs that tell of love of country and deeds of bravery.

Ah! could that daring voyager have lived to see this day the wounds of the shackles put upon him for his greatness would have been healed forever, and he would not go to an obscure death cursing humanity for its ingratitude.

Praises to his mighty name rang throughout Christendom yesterday, but nowhere they sounded with more enthusiasm, more reverence, than in the public schools of San Francisco.

From The Morning Call, October 21, 1892. It is ironic that today’s “progressives” prefer to celebrate “Indigenous Day,” while cursing the growth and expansion of the civilization that gave these prideful self-haters the extravagance to protest instead of the struggle for sustenance that they surely deserve.


The exercises at the Boys’ High School, on Sutter street, were highly interesting, and the classrooms where they were held were filled to overflowing with the parents and friends and relatives of the pupils. The decorations were simple but patriotic.

Prior to the exercises the Veteran Guard was escorted to the school by the High School Cadets, the two bodies attracting a great deal of attention while on the march. They represented those who had fought for “old glory” and those who are ready to defend it at any time the country calls. The veterans occupied seats on the platform in the assembly hall. The programme contained the following numbers:

Escorting of Veteran Guard to the school building, by High School Cadets; reading of the President’s proclamation, Edward Hohfeld; raising of the flag by the Veteran Guard of California; salute to the flag by the pupils; music, “Song of Columbus Day”; declamation, “The Meaning of the Four Centuries,” Ellis W. Furbush; reading, “Columbia’s Banner,” Lucretia E. Watson; reading, “A Letter From Columbus,” Agnes Adamson; music, “The Star-spangled Banner”; discussion–Resolved, that an injustice was done to Columbus in giving to the “New World” the name “America,” affirmative Herbert M. Butler, negative Charles Son; address, Colonel C. Mason Kinne; music, “America.” [Ed. – Emphasis mine.]

San Franscisco’s Girls’ High School resisted the push for co-educational public education until 1952. In today’s decrepit world, it’s hard to imagine the separation of secondary schooling by gender, but at one time this was the norm.


The Girls’ High School, having for a next-door neighbor the Hamilton Grammar, the two institutions of learning joined forces yesterday to do honor to the discovery that brought a new world within the ken of man just 400 years ago. It was to be expected of a body numbering so many bright and vivacious, not to speak of beautiful, girls that it would serve up a feast at which the most fastidious might sit down with vigorous appetite. The figure is something too coarse, for, though the exercises with which the misses commemorated the finding of this western world were in truth an intellectual and artistic feast, yet the idea of mentioning the vulgar act of eating, even figuratively, in connection with so much exquisite femininity is almost more than flesh and blood can endure. But call it what you will, it was excellently conceived and more excellently carried out. The programme is appended, but though it tells you what was done and who did it, it cannot convey the exquisite melody of the songs that there were sung or the eloquence of the declamations that were declaimed:

Reception of George H. Thomas Post, escorted by Veteran Guard, G. A. R.; song, “Tramp, Tramp, Tramp”; song, “Battle Hymn of the Republic”; address, Colonel Lyman Bridges of Thomas Post; song, “America”; presentation of the flags to the Hamilton Grammar School on behalf of the principal, W. A. Robertson, by Colonel C. E. K. Royde of Thomas Post; song, “Battle Cry of Freedom”; address, Captain Charles A. Woodruff of Thomas Post; song, “Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean”; presentation of the flag to Girls’ High School on behalf of George H. Thomas Post, by the commander, Joseph G. Geisting; reception of flag on behalf of the school by the principal, Elisha Brooks; recitation, “Drake’s Address to the Flag,” by the Girls’ High School; pledge and salute to the flag, by both schools; raising of the flag, by George H. Thomas Post; song, “Star-spangled Banner.”

[. . .]

The Broken Freak Generation and the Real Threat to the Human Race

– 5 October 2019 –

C. F. van Niekerk:

When I see these hysterical Gen-Z youths the left has paraded in front of cameras and politicians, particularly Greta Thunberg and David Hogg, I can’t help but observe what freakish caricatures of humanity they seem. Thunberg with her odd, stunted body and twitchy motion looks like a mutant ten-year-old rather than a normal girl of sixteen. Hogg with his pointy micro-chin and his cartoonishly slender neck belongs to something out of Dick Tracy. Why did the image-obsessed media pick these of all the kids available? Will no one admit how freakish and off-putting they look?

Fits right in, dunnhe?

And neither of these bizarre specimens is unusual; look around at the stumbling misshapen youth; you’ll find them everywhere, like larvae under a rotten log.

It may seem petty and superficial for me to rip on the appearance of these juvenile doomsayers, who I’m supposed to disingenuously call “exploited child victims,” but I do have a serious point here.

Broken Freaks

Like everyone else alive, at least in the West, the more intelligent of Gen-Z senses that something has gone perilously wrong with the world. In the few years that they’ve had to try and figure out the circus around them, most of Gen-Z has latched on to the processed and pre-packaged, ready-to-imbibe narratives of the egalitarian Left, such as ‘climate change’ and ‘gun violence’ and ‘white privilege’.

Yet, look at them. The soy boy. The skinny fat muffin-top flab. The he-she hair. Tattoos, piercings, implants. The soft-eyed boys with patchy neck beards and the boy-eyed girls with buzz haircuts. Sterilized slugs. Carnie freak society of mix-and-match aberrations.

Just your typical gaggle of giggling girls in today’s vibrant America.

And look at their lives. Greta Thunberg is a good example. She grew up in the home of a relatively wealthy family of frivolous entertainers in a first-rate country. Yet she suffers from an array of increasingly typical psychological conditions, like an inbred runt, and she claims this silly climate change crusade has saved her from depression, which suggests all of this drama is a hysterical vanity project. And from other kids I’ve seen, Thunberg has less reason to be screwed up than most. How many young people take anti-depressants, anxiolytics, hyperactivity drugs, et cetera? A majority? How many of them have dietary malfunctions, or ever raise their heartrates above 170 beats per minute in a typical week? How many of them have no idea how to engage in meaningful discussions with other people? Or participated in a fair fight? What is their screen-time to real-world viewing ratio? How many of them question their gender roles or fall somewhere in the LGTBQI alphabet? How many grew up in stable homes with both of their parents? And besides all these sociological states, we have real environmental pollutants, not CO², like plastics, undigested medications, and agricultural chemicals floating around in our food and water causing who-knows-what side effects beyond transsexualized amphibians.

Gen-Z frogs thanks to gay water.

This is clearly the most fucked-up generation that the West has ever seen. Even Caligula could scarcely compete.

No Wonder

Rather than shriek about the climate or gun rights or micro-aggressions, these over-domesticated social crusaders fail to even realize what messes they are because they are so disconnected from survival values and productive experience. No self-awareness, and how could they have it? What is their frame of reference?

This generation of Broken Freaks has seen so few examples of sane and healthy people in their lives. Preceding them are the Atomized Perma-lescent Millennials. Then their Jaded Whatever-Dude Gen-X parents, and their Live-Laugh-Love Prima Donna Boomer grandparents. Maybe a few of the Go-Along-to-Get-Along Silent generation are still left, but they are too nice to say anything serious. Of the Civic Rational Materialist ‘Greatest’ generation, maybe five or six survive in an attic or under a bedand this rare group could offer, in theory, some semblance of advicebut the few of these who live and possess sound minds are looking forward to checking out of this wreck any time now. Everyone born before the Gen-Z’s, generally, has nothing to offer these kids but “build your own bubble where you can consume in your own special way.” Frankly, from the Boomers on down, the brokenness is the norm, it’s just a question of how extreme and how visible the damage.

Boomers Gone Wild!

So it’s no wonder these young people would rather blame their disconnected elders for the world’s problems than look into themselves.

A Look Within; A Look Without

Yes, of all the sick and fallen generations who remain alive today, Gen-Z physically repulses me most of all, because they so visibly manifest the advancing stages of putrefaction. A putrefication in which I have played my own wicked part, even today as I struggle to scramble out of the sewage. Road rage. Pornhub. We all have our modern devils. I see in these pale broken youths moping around me the external consequences of my own lower nature within, my own sins and decay run amok, a social pollution magnified collectively by my fellow cohorts, our parents, and our parents’ parents. So the morbid sight of the these poor, sick souls, of my own troubled children, nieces, and nephews, can’t help but terrify me deep down. The Judgment is almost here, and it’s looking for me personally with impersonal indifference. Who would have thought the victims of Sodom would appear so ghoulish and malformed?

Jack Chick predicted Drag Queen Story Hour thirty years ago.

The true crisis of the Westespecially the Westis spiritual. Our problems stem from materialism and greed, individualism and vice, secularism and hubris. We once conquered the whole world, and we were starting to make it better for all who survived. But we ‘outgrew’ God and thought we could improve upon His system. We were the civilized people who were mastering the universe. Of course, we were really like teenagers whose good parents had trusted us home alone for the week. And we invited the misunderstood banned kids over, and they conned us into flipping the rules 180 degrees from nature, vitality, and sanity. And what fun we all had! But what will happen when our parents return? Did we only dream that we once had parents? They were oppressors anyway! If we could only collectively tune our spirits and actions back to God’s divine order, we could kick those bad kids out and manage all of the crises that are piling up before us. Even whatever this ‘climate change’ is.

But, of course, we won’t change our ways. There isn’t even a ‘we’ anymore. Judgment stares us in the face, and who can see it coming? At this point, however much it’s tempting to think things can turn around, the reckoning is unavoidable. Look around at all the freaks and tell me this mess can be salvaged!

Rebuilding Order in the Age of Death


But the struggle remains worthwhile. So long as we think and live and breathe, let us march forward! There is still hope. First, the minority of freaks overshadows the relatively normal (though still damaged) regular people. These “normies” will ultimately accept whoever leads the herd, for better or worse. And more importantly, within each of our fallen generations, sick as most of us may be, scattered remnants of people, disgusted by the sickness and evil, are trying to seek out the natural order. And more wake up every day, maybe most of them in Generation Z.

They just lack cohesion. Some of this awakened remnant try to seek restoration in the material world, some do so spiritually, while some try to balance both. Some try to hide from the inevitable; others strive to awaken others. Some attempt to fight evil with more evil; while some are too good to risk dirtying their hands. The most pitiful simply break under the strain.

At a minimum, let us overcome our internal baggage and realign ourselves and our families to God’s order, or to the natural law if you’re blind to the spirit. While doing that, let us undertake the creation of healthy communities essentially from scratch out of the human wreckage, a frankly overwhelming task. There has got to be a way to round up these scattered survivors! And let us who follow Christ pray for God’s blessing and mercy on all of us who fight in good faith.

Romulus ploughed a ceremonial furrow around the top of the Palatine Hill near the river Tiber to mark the foundation of the new city (left inset). The early city of Rome was simply a collection of simple huts set on the Palatine Hill. As the city grew, the Palatine Hill became a favourite location for the homes of the wealthier citizens.


Whether or not we knew any better, we brought this mess on ourselves, so we have a share of the responsibility. We who know the truth have a duty to fight against this system in some constructive way. Maybe a few of our communities will survive this fall of night, the coming age of death.


Preachy, preachy people. Silly self-righteous preaching. Not very motivational despite your earnest bleatings. No one likes a moralizer!

C. F. van Niekerk:


Whatever, dude!


(sigh) So tired.

Thomas Dixon’s The Leopard’s Spots and the Wilmington Coup of 1898

– 26 September 2019 –


About ten o’clock in the morning, pale and haggard from a sleepless night of prayer and thought, the Preacher arose to address the people. The hush of death fell as he gazed silently over the audience for a moment. How pale his face! They had never seen him so moved with passions that stirred his inmost soul. His first words were addressed to God. He did not seem to see the people before him.

“Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.

“Before the mountains were brought forth or ever Thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting Thou art God!”

The people instinctively bowed their heads, fired by the subtle quality of intense emotion the tones of his voice communicated, and many of the people were already in tears.

“Thou turnest man to destruction: and sayest, return, ye children of men.”

“Who knowest the power of thine anger?”

“Return, O Lord, how long? and let it repent Thee concerning Thy servants.”

“Beloved,” he continued, “it was permitted unto your fathers and brothers and children to die for their country. You must live for her in the black hour of despair. There will be no roar of guns, no long lines of gleaming bayonets, no flash of pageantry or martial music to stir your souls.

“You are called to go down, man by man, alone, naked and unarmed in the blackness of night and fight with the powers of hell for your civilisation.

“You must look this question squarely in the face. You are to be put to the supreme test. You are to stand at the judgment bar of the ages and make good your right to life. The attempt is to be deliberately made to blot out Anglo-Saxon society and substitute African barbarism.”

Excerpt from The Leopard’s Spots by Thomas Dixon, published in 1902

Thomas Dixon

Thomas Dixon in 1902

Rev. Thomas Dixon was a renowned Baptist minister who defended Southern racial policies to sympathetic northern audiences throughout the latter part of the Nineteenth Century and the first decades of the Twentieth. Disgusted with the ignorant bias he saw in a theatrical performance of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Dixon responded with The Leopard’s Spots as a follow-up to that novel.

Though Dixon supported the Solid South strategies of the Democratic Party that restored white rule in the South after Reconstruction, by the turn of the Twentieth Century, at the national level Dixon favored the Progressive policies of Theodore Roosevelt, and later Dixon supported his long-time friend Woodrow Wilson. Dixon believed that the destiny of the South lay within a larger cooperation with the dominant, newly white supremacist Northern establishment.

Dixon is most famous for his book The Clansman, which inspired the ground-breaking silent film The Birth of a Nation. That film, of course, inspired the resurgent KKK movement that, at its peak in the 1920’s, claimed the membership of roughly five to ten percent of America’s eligible whites. Oddly, Dixon disapproved of the new Klan, opposed as it was to Catholics and Jews.

Brief Overview of The Leopard’s Spots

The first quarter of The Leopard’s Spots provides a background on the lives of the main characters during the Reconstruction period in North Carolina after the U.S. Civil War. Dixon offers a touching description of the poverty-stricken times, showing the hardships and struggles of the people under the rule of vengeful and capricious carpetbaggers and free blacks.

The remainder of the book presents a satisfying plot of wholesome romance between a young politician and an heiress whose father forbids her to marry him, of a preacher (based on Dixon himself) who rallies his people (white Southerners) against the combined dangers of scalawags and out-of-control blacks, and of a scalawag villain who drives much of the story. Taken by itself, the story is entertaining though not very remarkable.

The Wilmington Coup of 1898

Vigilantes pose in front of the smoldering ruins of the taunting Daily Record

The main value of The Leopard’s Spots comes from its depiction of the resurgence of the Republican Party to power in North Carolina in 1894 and 1896, the Wilmington Coup of 1898 that forced the resignation of the Republican government in Wilmington, and the subsequent gubernatorial election of 1900 that defeated this last gasp of Reconstruction and established explicit white rule in the state.

Today these events are not well known, and to the extent that anyone talks about them, they are universally condemned. But they are fascinating from the vantage of today’s decrepit state of affairs. They show an early clash between proto-racial-egalitarians and a remarkably vibrant, morally decent, racially self-aware people who unapologetically stood up for their rights to preserve their society, both for themselves and their posterity. Contrast such commonplace attitudes only a century past with those of our own self-absorbed, shallow, and apathetic white consumers!

For the elections of 1894, North Carolina’s mostly black Republican Party formed an alliance with the relatively large People’s (or Populist) Party. This Fusionist ticket won total control of the state congress from the Democrats who had reigned in the state for a generation. In 1896, these Fusionists took the governorship. To cement their power, the new Fusionist government lifted restrictions on black voting, encouraged black candidates, and formed cabals such as “The Ring” in Wilmington, all to the great alarm of the Democrats who remembered the horrors of Reconstruction thirty years before. It wasn’t long before emboldened blacks, many of them returning home from the Spanish-American War, began committing acts of insolence and crime against whites.

Racial tensions grew in the lead-up to the election of 1898, and blood ran high in a hotly contested campaign that became almost entirely about race, with outbursts of violence on both sides. Democrats in Wilmington―North Carolina’s largest city at the time―hoped to defeat the Fusionist bi-racial city government. Fanning the flames, in August, the Wilmington Daily Record, a black newspaper, taunted whites and their hysteria over black-on-white rape, saying:

We suggest that the whites guard their women more closely, as Mrs. Felton says, thus giving no opportunity for the human fiend, be he white or black. You leave your goods out of doors and then complain because they are taken away. Poor white men are careless in the matter of protecting their women, especially on farms. They are careless of their conduct toward them and our experience among poor white people in the country teaches us that the women of that race are not any more particular in the matter of clandestine meetings with colored men, than are the white men with colored women. Meetings of this kind go on for some time until the woman’s infatuation or the man’s boldness bring attention to them and the man is lynched for rape. Every Negro lynched is called a ‘big, burly black brute,’ when in fact many of those who have thus been dealt with had white men for their fathers, and were not only not ‘black’ and ‘burly’ but were sufficiently attractive for white girls of culture and refinement to fall in love with them as is well known to all.

This article sent the white population into fits of rage as it impugned the character of Southern women in an explicit sexual manner that was shocking for its time, and observers from both political sides subsequently blamed this editorial for the events following the November election.

The 1898 election saw the defeat of the Fusionists all over the state, including Wilmington. (Wikipedia incorrectly reports that Fusionists had won in Wilmington, but newspapers from the time report otherwise.) The day after the election, the leading men of the city, organized as the Committee of Twenty-Five, met at the courthouse where they adopted seven resolutions. The first six amounted to political statements to uphold white rule while the last resolution ordered the closure of The Daily Record and the exile of the black paper’s editor from the city, to be enforced by the Committee of Twenty-Five. Strikingly, the committee rejected a proposed resolution to order the resignations of the mayor, the chief of police, and the city aldermen (whose terms would expire the following year.)

The following day, the Committee marched to the Daily Record where they destroyed the press and set fire to the building. To keep order, a crowd of upstanding white men, including doctors, preachers, merchants, etc., guarded these men with rifles. In the subsequent chaos, patrolling whites clashed with crowds of angry blacks around the city, particularly in the black neighborhood of Brooklyn, with some unknown number of Wilmington’s blacks (at least six) killed and roughly 2,000 of them fleeing Wilmington entirely, turning a majority-black city into majority-white.

The following day, at the behest of Wilmington’s leading businessmen, the Fusionist mayor called an emergency meeting in which he and his government resigned, with new aldermen and a new mayor elected in their places. State militia marched Fusionist leaders, many of them New Englanders, to the train station and warned them never to return to North Carolina. And this was the great coup d’etat that modern historians so hysterically condemn.

For more detailed information, the 1898 Wilmington Institute For Education & Research runs an excellent website where they describe this history in detail with numerous citations from primary sources.

Two years after the riot and coup in Wilmington, Democratic power was totally restored in North Carolina with the election of Charles Aycock to the governor’s office.

Governor Charles Aycock, renowned as a promoter of education in North Carolina, now being erased for his support of white rule. Thomas Dixon based his main character on a fictionalized Aycock.

The Leopard’s Spots gives a fictionalized account of all these events. Dixon loosely based his main protagonist, Charles Gaston, on Governor Aycock, while the other main character, Rev. John Durham, is based on Dixon himself.

Themes of the Book

Apart from merely depicting history, Dixon used the backdrop of the Wilmington Coup to make a case for white rule in the South and to warn the rest of the country against establishing legal equality of the races.

Throughout The Leopard’s Spots, Dixon explicitly repeated the main idea of his book, that the future Southerner in particular, and the future American in general, must either be ‘Anglo-Saxon’ (used synonymously in those days with ‘white’) or mulatto, that the attempt to retain two distinct but equal races could only fail, as the blacks would demand equal access to whites. If white supremacy was not upheld, and if blacks were given social equality with the whites, then society would inevitably decline into dysfunction as it becomes essentially negrified, that is, dumbed down and carnally obsessed. On the other hand, so long as whites remained supreme in this land, peace and order and progress could continue to advance civilization. In particular Dixon seemed to advocate the total expulsion of blacks to Africa as the best method to achieve peace and prosperity for both races.

Another theme of the book encouraged the South of that time to embrace the North in forging a unified front, if not an outright amalgamation, to create a dominant United States across the world. The Spanish-American War took place during the events of The Leopard’s Spots, a war that Dixon saw as bringing together the North and South to face the world, both sides united in white supremacy. With the North seemingly content to uphold white hegemony in the South, many other Southerners at the beginning of the Twentieth century embraced the United States in this way, seeing the Spanish American War as the pinnacle of this new era.

Dixon wrote his book during the pinnacle of white ascendancy in the world. Yet he could see even then that well-meaning Northeastern liberals would threaten that order if they adopted the system of racial equality that they espoused. These well-meaning Northern fools believed they could raise the black man to the level of whites; Dixon observed that the black man can never be anything but black, just as the leopard can’t change its spots.


Clearly America has made zer choice.

More than a century later, it is clear that white Americans, and white Southerners, have chosen to become mulatto, although only a few have ever consciously made that choice. It took years of subtle programming through a complicated system of deception and social engineering, with the willing and cynical cooperation of white elites from both North and South, to ferment the social intoxication in which we revel today. Dixon would be appalled, though not surprised, at the results.

Used References:

The Weekly Star, XXX (Nov. 1898)

Tyson, Timothy B., “The Ghosts of 1898“, The News & Observer (17 Nov. 2006)

Melton, Henry L., “1898 Wilmington Race Riot Home Page” (2005)

Wikipedia, “Wilmington insurrection of 1898

Quick Rambling Thoughts on Trump’s Rambling Capitulation on the Government Shutdown

– 26 January 2019 –

C. F. van Niekerk:

Via RealClear Politics: Full transcript of Trump’s speech to end the shutdown:

TRUMP: Thank you very much my fellow Americans. I am very proud to announce today that we have reached a deal to end the shutdown and reopen the federal government.

There are (mainly) two ways to look at President Trump’s decision yesterday to agree to another continuing resolution to end the partial government shutdown.

Pessimism: The Wall War is Lost

The first is that Trump simply capitulated.

I did not see the speech, I listened to it on the radio, and I heard a rambling, tired old man, impotently pleading with the drooling public to just listen to him on the wall.

But there is no one out there “sitting on the fence” on this issue (har har), and a sinking man can motivate no one.

I heard defeat. Trump could have made the exact same decision for a three week CR but instead given a very short speech from a position of strength along the lines of, “I’m trying to be reasonable here, and the other side says they won’t negotiate during a shutdown, so we have three weeks. If they refuse to demonstrate good faith, then the government shutdown will continue.”

Surely Sun Tzu said something about the problems of negotiating from a point of weakness. I tried to look it up but all his quotes sound the same.

I heard no strength here, only geriatric feebleness. It’s heartbreaking.

He keeps threatening to declare a national emergency, but why the delays? Maybe he knows the courts will shoot it down. Certainly the media will take advantage of public stupidity and equate a routine declaration into national martial law. I can’t figure out this dilly-dallying.

Trump is 72-years-old and he’s got to be exhausted. And who could blame him? Almost everything he’s tried to do on immigration has been overruled, undermined, or simply impeded. No one has his back, except to stab a knife in it. And with everything else going on, maybe Trump is simply done. Beaten.

Just as WWII didn’t end with Hitler’s defeat in Stalingrad, the Wall War isn’t over. But, like Stalingrad, maybe Trump’s defeat is just a matter of time.

Optimism: Lost Battle, But Wall War Continues

Alternately, despite his weak demeanor during yesterday’s speech, the move to temporarily restore the government isn’t necessarily hopeless.

The public, trying to ‘adult,’ was blaming both sides as unreasonable. The banal “why can’t they just come together and do what’s best for everyone” complaint. It’s stupid, but that’s what I keep hearing from the regular folks.

Trump has made a series of attempts to appear like the reasonable player against obstinate children, such as his recent DACA offer. Maybe this CR is just another such attempt.

Presumably the idea behind appearing reasonable is to take less blame for the shutdown. SNAP was getting ready to have problems delivering food stamps to our best citizens. The ancient Romans knew that any disruption to their “grain dole” would lead to riots or even revolution. Just so for our own food dole. Does Trump want to recklessly take blame for that?

Trump probably wants to avoid black riots if he can. I guess a wall without riots might be better than a wall with riots. Maybe.

By relieving the shutdown for a limited time, the worst aspects of the government’s failure to appease the restless troglodytes can be avoided while the war can soon continue.

The key factor here is the fact that this is only a pause in the shutdown. Just one more short-term CR, like the one he signed at the end of December when GHWB supposedly died. Why was that temporary capitulation less harmful than this temporary capitulation?

People say that Trump has lost his leverage here because he has demonstrated that he will cave. But maybe this temporary relief from the siege will prevent the worst aspects of the shutdown while he hasn’t yet lost the tools to fight on.

Also, this delay allows Trump to make a normal State of the Union Address. The Dems and media outlets will have no reason to deny him. The propaganda value of that speech to the general public is potentially high. A very good, honest, historic-level speech could simultaneously persuade people to support the wall and ridicule and demonize the traitorous Democrats and establishment Republicans.

So people shouldn’t make too much of this continuing resolution just yet.

Surely Sun Tzu said something about tricks to draw out one’s enemies from their fortified positions.

Nothing-ism: Conclusion

I will say that the events of this shutdown have provided considerably less fun and entertainment than I had predicted. The only fizzling glob appears to be Trump. But maybe that glob can yet fizzle its way into victory here. Big maybe.

It might seem like the Wall War is over. Oliver Stone just got arrested. The Mueller probe is preparing for finale. Ruth Bader Ginsberg has already or will soon kick her bucket. Pence seems more assertive these days than usual. Why? Who knows what’s happening behind the scenes?

But it ain’t over till it’s over, to quote some Italian baseball guy.

It’s very easy to overstate the importance of ongoing events in the grand scheme of things. The dish of the present moment is over-seasoned with the taste of uncertainty. But weeks later, the leftovers lose all trace of that flavor.

If Trump ultimately fails in his Wall War, then critics will point to this moment and say this marked Trump’s undoing.

If he ultimately wins, then historians will either entirely forget this resolution, or write a footnote about his “wise political calculation.”

We shall see, but the levels of fun are quickly draining. (Like my wiper fluid. I’ve got to finally remember to get more, damn it! I keep pouring my drink on the windshield at the stop signs.)

And Trump’s temporary capitulation certainly smells like defeat.

‘Faith & Heritage’ Closes Its Doors

– 14 January 2019 –


Sadly, Faith & Heritage is closing its doors for reasons unknown, though the site will remain up as an archive, suggesting that the cause is not censorship:

Dear Readers and Friends of F&H,

It is with a sense of sadness and hope for the future that FaithandHeritage.com will cease publishing articles. All good things come to an end, and we believe F&H has served its purpose. The site will remain up indefinitely as an archive of the best Christian and truly pro-Western thought.

Since sort of waking from a two-year hibernation I’ve noticed that a good many of my favorite content sources have folded in the past few years. Some of these fell due to censorship, and many others, like Refugee Resettlement Watch, have folded due to fatigue. Or they’re petering out, like Social Matter.

Certainly some of this is normal, maybe all of it. Publications come and go.

But I wonder how much of it arises from the use of Twitter, “vlogging,” and podcasting as preferred forms of media to share information and analysis. These phenomena caused Vox Day to start his Darkstream channels a few years ago, and I noticed that Scott Adams, who wrote some mildly interesting posts during the Trump campaign, has shifted completely to video content.

For the purpose of disseminating content and ideas, it’s certainly wise to reach people where they are, namely Twitter, YouTube, FB, etc., in ways that the bulk of them will actually consume. Writing is a time-consuming process, so why waste time in ineffective communication?

Still, I can’t help but lament the continued devolution of the public mind, limited to memes and 280-character limits or listening to blathering mouths from endless conceited heads.

As we continue to get collectively stupider, then more publications like Faith & Heritage will disappear in favor of “Ow-My-Balls!”-level discourse or worse. And we’ll be that much poorer for the loss.

Cultural-Marxist Social Engineers Hard at Work in India

Hysterical anti-rape campaigns, its own #MeToo movement, and now widespread protests for gender equality in temples. Until recently, India’s feminist movement has failed to beat its men into irrelevance as their Western counterparts have. But that may be starting to change.

– 4 January 2019 –


Via NPR.org:

According to government estimates published in the Indian press, somewhere between 3.5 million and 5 million women lined up on National Highway 66, a long stretch of road that runs along the country’s western coast. The “wall” stretched out 385 miles. Organizers said it was a continuous chain from one end of the state to the other, but some critics say there were gaps.

[. . .]

The demonstration was planned to create awareness of gender equality — and to protest a religious ban that prevented women of menstruating age from entering one of the country’s sacred Hindu temples even after the Supreme Court ruled in favor of their entry on Sept. 28 last year.

[. . .]

Even as women of all ages lined up on one side of the highway, many of their menfolk — husbands, friends and relatives — lined up on the other side to show their support.

For Vigi Ninan, 46, a lawyer practicing in the family courts of Thiruvalla who was part of the protest, the huge turnout of men, women and children was an indication of how the country is gradually awakening to a woman’s right to be treated as an equal.

When the men start to submit, then it’s only a matter of time.

Historically India was always a land tolerant of different, even opposing, faiths and philosophies, and the tolerance worked fairly well because each sect minded its own business. And, more importantly, India’s overall culture was built on the foundations of patriarchy and the caste system.

But nowadays modern social activists are eradicating all of that.

The feminist movement in India, spearheaded historically by the socialist Indian National Congress, has largely mirrored that of the rest of the developed world. But these “advances” are mostly limited to the wealthy or middle class urban elites, a very small section of the population.

The overwhelming majority of poorly-educated (indoctrinated) poor and rural Indians has resisted these changes.

This situation has resulted in a lot of de jure feminist equality laws over the years, with India scoring better than many liberal Western countries in political equality of the sexes, but in practice not nearly as widespread any deep cultural transformation.

So the elite globalist shills of India have recently intensified their use of news manipulation in the style of the Western propagandists to energize the women and shame the men.

The first major campaign that caught my eye arose from the Delhi gang rape of 2012, where a “23-year-old female physiotherapy intern, Jyoti Singh, was beaten, gang raped, and tortured in a private bus” by all six men present, including the driver. The drama and circus surrounding the event seemed to mark the beginning of this new phase of media sensationalism and shaming.

Rape Protests in India in 2018. No man wants his wife or sister, mother or daughter raped or murdered. But expanding feminism will only create more of this. Better that men restore patriarchy to protect women and destroy pornography to protect themselves.

Urban Indian women increasingly dress in provocative Western fashions and shun previous social mores and defenses that their male relatives at one time would have imposed. Barbarous young men see sexy unattached and unprotected women and some of them act aggressively. I can’t excuse these rapists, but just as an animal predator will snatch away an unattended chicken to its doom, so a sexual predator will snatch an unattended woman who advertises her goods.

Indian feminists complain that their men consider these acts understandable or even justified if the women dress too sexy.

A few years ago, I took a college public-speaking class that was swamped with Indians, most of them men in their 20’s and 30’s. I remember that one of them gave a speech about paid benefits and Maslow’s hierarchy of needs), and he made a rather happenstance reference to sex as a human need along with air, food, shelter, etc. The Indians publicly debated among themselves their peer’s speech, and some of them built on his example of human needs, mentioning sex by name, but none of them found the concept of sex as a human need to be controversial or even noteworthy. Not even the two or three Indian women in attendance had anything to say against the notion.

If these people consider sex as a physical need, that might explain why at least the men could make excuses for other men who rape.

I also suspect that Indian men are being hypersexualized with pornography. While recent studies suggest that the sexual aggression of Western men is dampened with exposure to pornography, it’s entirely possible that the exposure of Indian men has had an opposing effect considering the differences in their culture (i.e., their society hasn’t used their women to beat them hard enough yet) and in their testosterone levels.

So the anti-rape propaganda is pretty thick in India. They also recently had their own version of the #MeToo movement.

Now the Indian media has manufactured a new wave over the resistance of an important Hindu temple, Sabarimala, to allow women into its doors. Already two activist hags have sneaked inside. The temple refuses to violate centuries of tradition that forbids women of menstrual age from entering.

This policy suggests that the temple does permit access to very young or very old women. Yet last year the country’s Supreme Court declared this religious ban illegal because of gender inequality, and interestingly the only woman on the court provided the single vote of dissent.

So India has one side struggling to uphold the traditions of centuries while the other side demands action based on humanist, rootless whims from an alien culture and a five-month-old court verdict.

Modernity destroys what is real and offers little more than the indulgence of restless fantasies.

If millions of men have really joined their women in religious protests (and it’s not a media psy-op), then India’s women will follow the females of the West into depravity, neurosis, sterility, and loneliness.

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