From Online to the Real World

A few days ago, I found myself talking to my wife about Identity Dixie (ID), the movement and the Dissident Right in general. I was having a hard time putting into words how I felt about it – it’s a lot to digest and explain to someone. But, I remembered that the Asheville Forum touched on a lot of subjects and I thought the recording could explain it more sufficiently than I could.

I pulled it up on my phone and we started listening. Ten minutes in something hit me a great deal harder than it did when I first heard the show. Musonius Rufus, one of the hosts of Rebel Yell, was talking about community. It made me start thinking about several things.

The first was ID’s community. Before I met anyone in ID IRL (online jargon for, “in real life”), I had several people reach out to me and make sure I was okay during the hurricanes. After attending my first gathering, I witnessed this community first hand. I saw a child get injured (not serious) and all the mothers went over to her to make sure she was fine. People from all walks of life, some complete strangers came together and left as family. It’s startling when you juxtapose this community and genuine fellowship with normieland.

I have the misfortune of having to work with two illegals, but the one thing I respect about them is this – they always look out for each other, including me at times. If one of them doesn’t have lunch, the other one will buy it. Or, if they get some sort of chili powder coated anal nightmare of a treat, they split it with each other. As you can guess, it’s racial solidarity. Unfortunately, that’s alien to our reconstructed people. It shouldn’t be, it’s quite natural and normal.

I feel like our race has lost touch with an authentic sense of community. That’s plainly visible in our cities and, increasingly, even our small towns. I also feel that community-building is a critical advantage to our cause. We, as a group, need to step up and be the pillars in our community, in our schools, in our churches and in our workplace. Help your fellow brother out. Help your fellow Southerner out. Help your fellow white kin. Literally every other race engages in this behavior for their own benefit. It’s not strange, it’s survival. We all have things, skills, equipment and time that our brother doesn’t. Donate your time and skills to help your neighbor.

Your time spent helping your fellow brother can be the doorway to talk about our movement. When people see that we’re not what the MSM portrays us to be (cartoon Nazis or toothless hillbillies), they’ll realize that they have more in common with us then they thought.

At that point, it’s our job to give them that fat red pill.

-By Lee

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that's just what I am;
For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not give a damn!
I'm glad I fit against it, I only wish we'd won,
And I don't want no pardon for anything I done.

One comment

  1. My biggest disappointment with my supposed kin is that they have completely taken the bait of the urbanite lifestyle. That’s to say, they are consumers first and populists somewhere way down the list. So, if you do find community, fight like hell to keep and protect it.