History is all around you. In the books you’ll find at a library or university. In the architecture and cobblestones that line your streets. In the home you live in, and in your own bloodline. But the most iconic testament to the past that haunts our imaginations and visage are the monuments that adorn our parks and town squares. It is no coincidence that these are the objects of our malcontents’ crusade and their burning desire to eradicate any memory or trace of their opposition’s ancestors.
Southerners are a proud people with a long history and impressive heritage. They are stereotyped as having long memories and bearing grudges, but such insinuations come hand-in-hand with the honor culture and traditional values of the Old South. However, something is amiss in Dixie. One by one, our institutions and representatives buckle, showing themselves for the corporate whores and slaves to public opinion that they are; as such, the values and traditions that compose the framework of our society and history are rotting and bending. Much as the chivalrous man is at a disadvantage when dealing with a cheat, Dixie is at a disadvantage when dealing with those of a more modernist outlook.
Our youth are subjected to cultural rot and subversion. Those that resist such attempts generally fall into the disreputable category of “redneck” or “white trash,” thoroughly disdained by the “national” and global community in their own peevish ignorance. The simple fact of the matter is that the South is a bastion and the walls have cracks, while the gates rust and corrode. The “global” community and tyranny of the Chimera composed of DC, Wall Street and Hollywood have the Southern people on the ropes. Those that do not assimilate into the soulless Yankee consumerism are downtrodden and spat on until they capitulate or are wholly ostracized. They have utter contempt and loathing for Dixie and her people, and nowhere is this more evident than their efforts to remove the monuments that serve as the Southern soul cast in bronze and iron.
Forrest. Jackson. Beauregard. Lee. There are too many assaults to count. The hysteria has gotten to the point where Joan d’Arc in New Orleans and Jefferson in his own university are in the cross hairs. There is sizable resistance, sure, but there are also numerous Southerners (likely partially or wholly descended from carpetbaggers) who are apathetic or support the erasure of Dixie’s iconography and history. They think that by rolling over and playing dead or licking the hand that strikes them, that they will be allowed to live in peace. They are wrong. They will be pressed again and again and again until they capitulate and are laid low.
This is not the Southern character, the Southern soul. This is not what Southern men and women look like. The South is more than just land and lines on a map, it is a people, a tradition, a way of life. It is a righteous scream of defiance in the face of a subjugating and dying American Empire. A place like Dixie can’t be without heart and soul, and that is our enemies’ fundamental mistake.
The flags come down, torn and burnt. The monuments are toppled, vandalized and broken. Streets and schools renamed, wiping our heroes’ names clean from their own communities. Our forefathers are watching and they are not pleased. It must be acknowledged that Dixie, as a collective, is losing the fight to preserve her land and heritage. Not for lack of trying, but the forces arrayed against her are monumental and diabolical.
Most of the eyes who will read this are not subject to my criticism, but many “Southerners” are. Does it sit well to imagine that one’s ancestor, a ghost of their own history may roam the place it once knew as home, only to see an alien landscape with strangers lining every street and corner? Every field and forest? Southern man, heed your own heritage. Answer to your own blood. Take a stand, not for you, but for your grandfather and your grandson. For all those who came before you and all those who will come after. Because if you don’t, the ghosts of your ancestors will have to rent the ground their buried in to Tyrone, Pablo and their carpetbagger owners.
Among those who believe in ghosts and the paranormal, they say that emotions can charge a place or an object, that hauntings and poltergeists are angry and upset spirits that are denied peace and rest by events that happened to them or that are ongoing in their deaths. If such a thing is true, then Dixians should be vigilant, as all the degradation and corruption spreading throughout the South is certain to cause such strife – for the dead who’s bones and ashes lay in Dixie’s soil. For their sake, and for the living, our culture and heritage must endure. Our people must endure.
History is all around us, so breathe deeply and take it in, Southern man. Devour the knowledge kept within your libraries. Appreciate the architecture that lines your streets. Know comfort and peace within the hearth of your own home and the company of your kin. Look deep into the eyes of those bronze guardians who our enemies so fervently wish to destroy. Look deep and know that failure is not an option. Because it is our duty to ourselves, our families, our ancestors, to our very history to hold the line.
Our charges are the living and the dead, may none find us wanting.