Reflections on The Star-Spangled Banner

Recently, it has become all the rage among the trained clowns of the NFL to ‘protest’ the National Anthem by kneeling while it is played before games. Liberals and (((other interested groups))) are ecstatic, of course, while normies across America are by turns enraged and insulted by this disrespect. It has provided Southern Nationalists, for those willing to put in the effort, great opportunities for feeding otherwise distracted normie Southerners the ‘red-pill’. This is undoubtedly pragmatic, and all SN’s should be doing their best to strike on this front while the iron is hot.

But what should our personal reactions be to the Star Spangled Banner itself, or the flag in whose honor it plays? Should Southern Nationalists cheer on the disrespect paid by Negroes to the symbols of the Federal Empire? Or should we be more circumspect in our perception of the ‘Star-Spangled Banner’ and the Stars and Stripes?

Some Southern Nationalists could care less; after all, was that flag not flown over the ruins of some of Dixie’s greatest cities at the close of the War of Northern Aggression? Was that anthem not played when victorious Yankee Armies marched for review in Washington DC after having forced their brethren into submission to the nascent Federal Empire? Why should we give a damn if some millionaire Negroes, their heads filled with Marxist anti-white nonsense, decide to bite the middle class hand which feeds them?

I’m pretty outspoken about being anti-Yankee, anti-Washington DC, and pro-Dixie. I think we ought to be our own country, and make no apologies for it. Nevertheless, I still stand for the Star Spangled Banner. Why?

It was penned by a Southerner, Francis Scott Key. (Key was also an ardent anti-abolitionist and supporter of ‘re-colonisation’ of freed slaves back to Africa.) Until 1861, ‘America’ was ‘the South‘. Everything you think about when you reflect on American history prior to the War for Southern Independence is rightly considered ‘Southern history’. Washington, Jefferson, Jackson, Polk– all great Presidents. All Dixians. The Indian Wars, The Louisiana Purchase and the Lewis and Clark Expeditions, the Westward Expansion into what is now the Midwest and the Ohio/Mississippi River Valleys– all of it was conceived of, led by, or performed by Dixians.

The ‘Star-Spangled Banner’ is a poem which recounts a Southerners’ pride in his nation; a nation which was not perfect by any means, but was still the product of the collective struggles of his forefathers.

Moreover, modern Dixians have a complicated relationship with the Stars and Stripes and the Star-Spangled Banner. We know what it represents in the present- the Federal Leviathan. We know what it meant in the past- foreign occupation of our beloved Dixieland. Nevertheless, we all know someone who has served or is serving in the Armed Forces of the United States, who has fought– and perhaps died– under that flag. Perhaps we have ourselves served.  All of the Federal Empire’s military triumphs since 1865 were made possible by the sacrifice of Southern sons. Whether in the fields of Europe or the frozen mountains of Korea or the sweltering jungles of Southeast Asia, the blood of Dixians held the Empire’s enemies at bay– and, sadly, enriched those Yankee and (((Neoconservative))) ‘War Pigs’ who held the reins of power.

Symbols have meaning, yes, but those meanings are often multilayered. Too many latter-day Dixians have died for their homeland, and been interred under that banner and to the tune of the poem, for many of us to see only the evil in either of them. I can, of course, only speak for myself. But when I hear the opening bars of the ‘Star-spangled Banner’, or see the Federal ensign hanging over a grave, my thoughts go to those friends I have lost, brothers I will never see again, who laid down their lives for nothing so cerebral as ‘freedom’ or as base as a political power play, (for these things do not move men to die) but instead for love- for the man next to them or for a family back home.

But even Francis Scott Key himself lived though an unnecessary war– one which resulted from the political missteps of two Virginian administrations in succession. And despite the pointless burning of Washington, the dead Americans at Bladensburg whose commanders blundered them into an early grave, and much more, Key could still look at the tattered banner hanging over Fort McHenry and feel love for his land and his people.

Perhaps this is the lesson Dixians ought to carry forward concerning the ‘Star Spangled Banner’. Not the blind patriotism or knee-jerk devotion we see from those in the bleachers of sporting events; not the angry ignorance of the Negro thugs kneeling in the field below; but instead sober realisation that symbols are alive because they are carried and loved by a living people, and like all living things, they are complicated and not easily defined or dismissed.

–Waylon Ball

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