I understand that some of the readership of Identity Dixie is young and, as a result, never got to experience or even comprehend Old America. This was the Old America that I and many of my colleagues were born and raised in, and once fondly knew.
Sometimes I reflect on my own lived past and look back at that now deceased country with both longing and sadness. Do not get me wrong, Old America was a nation that I once fought for, supported, and raised my hand to defend – but that country was by no means a saint. It was not perfect, but in the 1990s and even the early 2000s it was certainly better than the present day. Be it ignorance, hazy nostalgia, or even unrequited love, Old America was remarkably different and much better than today.
Make no mistake, the same forces which have led to our current predicament were working hard to bring us to these United States with Joe Biden in the Oval Office. Hollywood, Wallstreet, bankers, and politicians were operating, mostly behind the scenes, to tear down Old America. Despite the decline of Old America, the citizenry was still unified on core issues, generally speaking. It was that sense of unity which could be seen and felt throughout the fabric of everyday life. This was before the “.com bubble,” before cell phones, before the specter of terrorism, before the recurring monthly domestic calamities, etc.
But it wasn’t just unity in a greater sense that a functioning country provides, but stability and optimism that came with it. Back then, Old America was still largely considered as the “good guy,” unless you were on the receiving end of its brand of CIA regime change policy.
In Old America, a cop was not feared by the law-abiding citizenry, and the police weren’t dressed like they were about to embark on a combat jump into Fallujah, either. They enforced the law and protected the community by taking down criminals, instead of kneeling before rioters or ignoring junkies in the streets (like they do in places like California).
At one time, BDUs and the American flag meant the “white hats” were here and they would be righteous, noble, and do the right thing. They weren’t perfect, but American Marines weren’t throwing puppies off cliffs or soldiers engaging in sex trafficking.
Back then, you could turn on the television or go to the movies and instead of seeing programs or films dedicated toward entirely forcing a political agenda and denigrating the people that built this country, you could watch them being celebrated. You could observe that Old America was a European-based society, and not only did you see it, but you felt it.
In general, people didn’t have ridiculous names like something out of a cartoon, nor did strangers have a complete lack of respect for one another like they do now.
In Old America, we used to say things like, “it’s a free country, do what you want.” When is the last time you heard someone say this with any sort of sincerity? If you are a young reader of this blog, when was the last time you heard someone say this?
You also weren’t attacked both physically and socially because you had a different opinion, unless you were stupid enough to be in the wrong neighborhood. Speaking of neighborhoods, I remember another thing I don’t see any more – block parties.
Back when I was growing up, parents were okay with you hanging out with your neighbors and running around on the streets, so long as you were back before the streetlights came on. We, at the very least, felt safer than we do today. Again, this is not to say things like crime and evil did not exist in Old America, they certainly did. However, despite all of this, there was still a government that served its citizenry and protected the average law-abiding person (barring federal government operations like Waco or Ruby Ridge).
Maybe it’s the rose-colored glasses, but by and large, Old America was a positive and good place to live in. If you are too young to have lived it, you will never really understand it, because you never had the feeling that came with it.
Back then, we didn’t have pride parades, antifa, groomers, and pedophiles indoctrinating kids in schools (at least not at the rate and visibility we do today). We didn’t have a society focused on tearing down the legacy and people who built this country, attacking its history, both the good and bad, nor did we have genocidal political opposition that sought to destroy all ideological dissenters. In Old America, there was still a tangible element of good and innocence that could still clearly be grasped.
Picking up a hitchhiker wasn’t a death sentence, and you could afford to buy a house or new vehicle for a relatively reasonable price for the average person. It didn’t feel like we struggled as much back then as we do today.
I do not recognize the country I was born and raised in now. I can’t say that they are even one in the same.
I remember in Florida and the battle if we should also put Spanish on public signs or keep them English-only. I remember when I didn’t feel like a foreigner in my own homeland. These are things that, to be frank, if you didn’t live them, you could not possibly even begin to understand because you didn’t experience them.
The sadder part is what I knew and experienced was only a fraction of what used to be, and that was a fraction of another fraction, and so on down the road.
In Old America, you could become an entirely new person by moving to a new town. There weren’t cameras everywhere, digital algorithms, surveillance recognition, digital currencies, etc. When you wanted something, you picked up a catalog and mail-ordered it, and you could pay with a check or cash in an envelope. We went to the store to buy things. There was no Amazon. If you wanted to make friends, you went to a place where people “did stuff” you wanted to do, and you got to know them. You either memorized phone numbers and addresses or wrote them down in a Rolodex. There was no texting, we had phones that hung on walls or sat on a counter. Most places were closed on Sunday, and it was a day of rest.
I remember that old country, do you?
If we seek to bring this back, the only way it is going to exist is on a state or localized level. It is for this reason I am first and foremost a Southern Nationalist and contributor for this site. I and others know the only way to retake everything is to break away from Modern America.
The Southern people are, typically, the most resilient people on this earth. Collectively, we have suffered more duress under than the American Empire than any other and for the longest, as we were its first victim. Despite this, we are still here and will be so after the Empire’s eventual collapse.
I, for one, hold great hope for the future because I know God is on our side. This has been our trial as a people, and by surviving it, we will be rewarded based on the fruits of our labor.
It may seem the world is falling apart around us, do not fret – for it is all part of God’s greater plan. Old America may only be a memory for some of us, but we must look to the future of our people and continue to advance the cause of a Free South.
God bless you and God bless Dixie.
I have seen three emperors in their nakedness, and the sight was not inspiring.
Nicely done, Sir. You’re of course right when you cite the differences between 2023 “America,” and its 1990s-early 2000s counterpart. Although, I grew up in the 1970s-early ’80s, and can tell you, without a doubt, that those were better times in all sorts of ways than the era you grew up in as well. I often tell the youngsters in my little circle that they can have “no earthly idea” of how far we’ve fallen in 40 years – a “blink of an eye,” historically speaking. I well-remember when I was a youngster my father telling me the same about the ’50s & ’60s. There are two things I always try to bear in mind when I contemplate all of this: (1) the fact of my youth and inexperience during those formative years, which heavily influences the way I remember those times; and (2) location, meaning, where I grew up; while the rest of the country was “going to hell in a handbasket,” I grew up in a place mostly isolated from the rest, and therefore wasn’t sensible to the rapid downfall of the country as a whole, if I’d possessed the self-awareness to understand it in any case. My father felt and understood it, though, as mentioned above.
Really enjoyed this reminiscence, and as an older person, I remember when Southern iconography was not only tolerated, but it was the coolest of the cool.
Only when our people stop listening too and are hostile to outsiders, thinking that we enjoy them being in our homeland, will we turn the tide.
I felt open hostility from a foreigner ( Californian), after I pronounced that the Confederate flag was the Yankee repellent a small town was using to discourage them from moving to it. He did not even acknowledge me on the way out of church later. I love my Christian brothers of all types, but they need to realize that they have failed at society and are unwanted refugees in the South, and should have some manners as quests.
I read a quote once, long ago, that has stuck with me through the years. I cannot give credit, no idea who to give it to.
“Every man dies in a foreign country”
I feel the inherent truth of that quote with each passing day.
Godspeed
That quote cuts unbelievably deep. You have no idea how much I felt that in my soul. I’ve been to a lot of different countries so I know what it feels like to be a foreigner in another land. I’m actually at a loss for words right now having read that.
Thank you for posting it. Really I mean it. As an author knowing my writings make people feel something is touching,
TBH I would say that smartphones in particular and cell phones in general basically heralded in the full-on Kali Yuga stage of the collapse.
People were not anywhere near as flakey before cell phones existed.