The Remnant

The South and her people have been defeated by war, subjugated by the Empire, and now undergo cultural genocide as every last vestige of our culture is co-opted, erased, besmirched or destroyed. Our people are subjected to every form of degradation, from the mocking of our speech to the lampooning of our national character. The Southerner is the Emmanuel Goldstein in this age of neoliberal madness. Yet, despite everything, we still exist. We have not been annihilated, much to the chagrin of the enemies of Dixie. The reports of Dixie’s death have been greatly exaggerated.

See, Dixie can never die as long as one of her native sons still draws breath. The South still remains largely recalcitrant to the Empire’s moral decay, even parts of Dixie ruled by those that hate her. And, her most loyal children remain Unreconstructed rebels to this day, a fact that enrages to no end the modern day carpetbagger, the acolyte of Globohomo, and the Yankee. The Southern tongue can still be heard throughout Dixie, despite Weimerica’s hate for such a genuine, authentic and refined speech. The universal symbol of resistance to liberal and globalist tyranny, the Confederate Battle Flag, is still flown from Maryland to Texas. We endure, even in the Empire’s decline.

People come and go throughout the South. The interstate system allows easy travel and access to our lands. The Weimerican gypsy is not loyal to his soil, or even his blood for that matter. He travels, and eventually squats over a piece of ground, for money, food, the weather, and leisure. These motivations are not tied to anything substantial, there’s no fidelity in that way of thinking. Unlike the Weimerican gypsy, we are guided by a timeless allegiance to the soil. It is ours and forever will be, our ancestors paid that price for us. And, this will remain a mystery to the non-Southerner because he cannot fathom such devotion, since he has none himself.

It isn’t just the ground under our feet either. It’s the blood in the dirt, the sweat in the red clay, and tears in the sand. Our fathers, uncles, brothers, mothers, sisters, cousins, grandparents, great grandparents, and those further in the forgotten past, they all rest in our Southern soil. It is ours and we do not forget the dead, lest we shame their memory and our honor. We, the Remnant of the Southland, carry on their legacy and their memory. As the wheel of progress turns, so will the animus and hatred for our people, including our venerated dead, those with us today, and our posterity. We have no choice, but continue to persevere.

Duty is the sublimest word in the English language; you can never do more than your duty; you shall never wish to do less.

Robert E. Lee

As the Remnant, it is our duty to press ever forward, to deny the zeitgeist that desires to subdue us, and thrive among the ruins of something that was beautiful. We are charged with retaking everything. If given the choice, many of us would rather have been born in another age, one no doubt with other challenges, but not the existential crisis facing us today. But, here we are, we have nothing except for our duty to our people and our individual honor. That will always be enough for men with stout hearts staring down tremendous odds.

Every Southern monument that is torn down strengthens our resolve. Every road or city street that is renamed toughens us. Every defaced headstone and defiled grave is a stark reminder of the dark malice set upon our people. We don’t forget and we don’t forgive, to do so would be to surrender to a people that salivate at the thought of iconoclasm and our demographic extermination. We will never be let alone, as our rivals have one endgame – the utter elimination of the last bastion of traditionalism on the North American continent.

We will be called villains by strangers, evil by fairweather friends, and, God forbid, traitors by some of our family. Why? Because we are free men and women. We would rather be free and poor, than servile and wealthy. We are Southerners, the most despised class in the American Empire. We are Unreconstructed, with a legitimate heritage and culture that is unique and worthy of defending. We are the Remnant of the long-dead Republic and its heir, Dixie, and, as such, we will be hated by those that embrace such insane modern ideologies such as state-supported infanticide and egalitarianism.

Long after this Dark Age has come and gone, we will still be here. Those that hate Christ, sanity, civilization, the South, hierarchy, and tradition will be forgotten in the dust. Their memory will be consigned to oblivion. However, we will still be here because we represent the natural order, an eternal state of things. We are in service to our Lord, our land, and our people. This elemental commitment makes for an immortal cause, something that modernity, no matter what, can ever extinguish.

Deo Vindice