Born into It: Southern Nationalism

Presently, I’m almost finished with A Walk in the Park, a must read for anyone wanting to know the real story of the “Unite the Right” rally in Charlottesville, Virginia in 2017. Padraig Martin explores all the details of his experience at the rally, and it is absolutely fascinating. However, more interesting, in my opinion, is his conversion to Southern Nationalism, and more specifically his love affair with the great state of Florida, my second home. Buy and read the book for all the details. 

But for myself, I was not a convert to Southern Nationalism, I was born into it. There has never been a time that my heart did not beat for Dixie, it’s the only place I’ve ever lived, the only place I will ever live. It is my hope and prayer, that my ever-expanding familial line resides within her free borders until the End of the Age, World without End, Amen! 

In the South I was born, all of our heroes were Southern. The holidays we celebrated, apart from those of a Christian nature, were Southern. We had Lee/Jackson Day, Washington’s Birthday, Confederate Memorial Day (each state having a different day, respectively). We celebrated Independence Day (except Vicksburg, but that’s another story), for it was Colonial armies of the South that secured the victory over the British. They troubled the English from South Carolina to Virginia, and destroyed Cornwallis’ army in Yorktown, Virginia. The American National Anthem, I suppose it’s the one for White people since blacks have their own now, was penned off the coast of Maryland, a most definite once and future Southern state. Basically, all the patriotic fervor that Americans embrace was because of the deeds of Southern men. 

Our entertainment was Southern. NASCAR and almost all its heroes were from south of the Mason-Dixon line. Television and films were Southern flavored. The Six Flags Over Georgia theme park actually had six flags, and the most beautiful was the Confederate flag. All throughout the park were Confederate themed shows and souvenirs (nobody bought that Yankee stuff). And of course, Southern football was dominant, I suppose nothing has changed in that respect.

Nothing seems to ingrain a national culture better than music, and the music that captivated the minds of Americans was Southern: country and bluegrass, rock and roll, and, of course, gospel. The popular music was all from the South – from Elvis to the Allman Brothers, Lynyrd Skynyrd to Dolly Parton, and Jerry Lee Lewis to Charlie Daniels; even the most beloved tune for “Amazing Grace” was written by a South Carolinian, William “Singing Billy” Walker. The unique sound of our voices and melodies influenced music all over the globe. I suppose nothing has really changed. And where those musicians played, our Southern iconography appeared with them, and it was enthusiastically cheered by the masses.  

I was baptized deep in the Southern waters. Dixie was its own distinct nation for me at an early age, and from every perspective. It was just normal, like sweet tea and thunderstorms. 

Now you’re saying to yourself, that’s all fine and good, but it’s all gone, and as much as I like you Father Dabney, that world, that wonderful world you were born into, is gone with the wind. You’re looking around at the anti-Southern takeover of education, Corporate America, the federal and even some state governments in Dixie as irreversible. And as my wife would tell me, “well it is with that attitude.” 

Let me cheer you up just a little. 

Tennessee and other states are pushing nullification bills through their legislatures, which would review the constitutionality of federal regulations and laws forced upon them. Currently, multiple states are moving through legislation that would not allow their various units of the National Guard to be deployed without a declaration of war by the U.S. Congress. Because the “Great Sort” is happening now, more socially conservative states are getting more conservative, and conversely, more socially degenerate states are spiraling in that direction. Even famous cartoonists are becoming realists in regard to racial and cultural differences. Seated members of Congress are calling for a national divorce, that’s HUGE! It pushes the accelerator to the floor, rapidly moving the Overton Window in a secessionist direction that Identity Dixie can amplify. In a few months, twelve Southern writers will be publishing a book of essays recapturing our Southern narrative for the next generation, just as I’ll Take My Stand did almost 100 years ago. 

There are some really positive things going on around the United States and, more importantly, in the South. If we all get to work, it will lead to a future for your children and grandchildren to be born into that immersive and distinctively Southern Nationalist culture. So, let the waters of nationalism flow over you, be a born-again, enthusiastic evangelist for the cause of Southern sovereignty, and watch the heavens open in celebration of a new future for our people! 

Deo Vindice!

God save the South!