Growing up in the heart of of Conservative, Inc. was an intellectually and socially easy thing to do. There were two teams in American politics, the Republicans and the Democrats. The Republicans were the good guys, Democrats were the spawn of Satan. To be a Republican meant to toe the Party line on giving bailouts to Big Business, destroying the environment (only hippies like having clean air and non-genetically modified foods), and opposing any support for the working class. On the positive side, however, we were promised a few scraps off the GOP’s table when it came to abortion and guns, nothing even substantive to make a real difference but seemingly sincere enough to keep the base in line.
Democrats worked to destroy America, freedom, and Republican legend tells it that Democrats would decapitate all the bald eagles in the world because they represent freedom if it wasn’t for the fact all Democrats were tree hugging hippies. The lines were clear, Left vs. Right, Republican vs. Democrats, and you had to pick a side. One of the most liberating moments of my life was when I discovered that through being a Traditionalist I had the ability to do something I never thought possible: transcend the Left vs. Right paradigm.
My internal shift began as part of a raging internal debate over which side of the political fence to be on through my high school and early college years. On one hand, I loved my God, my guns, and my family, and took a very strong socially conservative position. That placed at the back of the Party bus by the growing segment of Libertarians and neocons in the Party.
With the last real gasp of Americana dying with the end of Pat Buchanan’s 1992 campaign, it was clear to me that standing for Traditional Christian values was increasingly passe inside the Big Tent Party.
Free markets, free trade, and a government free to invade the world was the new battle cry of conservatism and us Christian conservatives best beat the Party drum long and hard or risk being labeled an “extremist” or “fundamentalist” and be summarily kicked out of Conservative, Inc. for alienating the mythical crowds of Black and Hispanic Republican voters.
The choice for Christians in the GOP was clear, sit down and shut up and vote the right way …or else. This didn’t sit well with me and striving to be an active member of my community and an informed voter I worked to find out what my other options were.
Looking to explore ideologies and coming from a moderate Republican household, I decided to do the thing that most young kids do these days, flirt with Leftism. It all started when I began to delve into old folk protest songs of yesteryear. Having often traveled and spent time in the wild and wonderful State of West Virginia, the struggle of blue-collar family men in the coal mines and factories fighting for a living wage resonated with me after a childhood of classic country music songs and seeing the struggle of local farmers to compete against the encroaching agribusiness tycoons.
The struggle of the working man and his family is one that even in modern suburbia is never too far under the surface of the culture. Whenever a friend’s father would lose his job and his family would go into a crisis mode, our community and Churches would come together to help them. The same thing happened when there was a sickness, a death, or other misfortune. Our entire town and the surrounding farms acted like a real community, something unheard of only an hour and a half east in Washington, DC.
Messages of community solidarity, a tinge of the remaining Granger movement, and a cultural and blood tie to Appalachia led me to deeply explore the Leftist political perspective, and it left me disappointed to say the least. The heroes of yesteryear had been replaced by shallow and selfish legions of brain-dead college students with absolutely no connection to community or organic society.
My foray into the Left-wing never came from a communist or anarchist perspective, those quickly proved too shallow for even a fifteen year old. I attended a concert of liberal singer David Rovics at the University of Maryland my freshmen year of High School and while I loved the music, the community there was the epitome of Leftist degeneracy. Open drug use, sexual immorality, an obvious lack of personal hygene, and a confused jumble of ideologies didn’t mesh with my dream of White family men striking to make a living wage.
The rank and file of the Leftist movement on the local campuses was mostly comprised of trust fund kids and folks who wanted to be “rebels against the System” without realizing they were tools of the System. A few older activists, mostly Jews, led these young impressionable kids but without any connection to actually helping my working class neighbors.
Hard truths contradicted their simple “Smash the Fash” mantra such as illegal immigration hurts American workers, Traditional families are the foundation of society, and social justice does not mean wearing an anarchist pin on your jacket and smoking weed while talking about “smashing patriarchy” in your buddy’s dorm room.
I yearned for an old union man to come and smash these fools or a Soviet commissary to liquidate them. Real communists from the Soviet Union would be appalled at the modern Left’s behavior, as would the God fearing blue collar workers of the labor movement of the 19th and 20th century. The Soviet Union and Mao’s China would be considered fascist by the modern campus Left because homosexuals were put into camps instead of being paraded throughout the streets. Symbols like the hammer and sickle were everywhere on t-shirts and pins but were devoid of any real historical and ideological foundation.
After a very brief period, I realized that fundamentally the issues of community and helping normal working Joe’s was not on the agenda of the modern Left. Secularism, promotion of homosexual deviancy, and a push for open borders clogged up the agenda at meetings I attended, not a single word about the suffering folks of Appalachia or the factory workers whose jobs were being shipped to the Third World. With disgust and my youthful optimism crushed I sat pondering exactly where to go from here. If I wasn’t Left and I wasn’t Right, then what exactly was I?
The two political forces of American politics did not line up with the foundation of an organic and Traditional society. The Republicans desired to carve up and auction off the very soil my ancestors shed blood for while the Democrats desired to simply give it away to their flood of Third World immigrants. The two political parties of America were each working to undermine the family, the folk, and the Faith of my people, so where was the answer to how I can bypass this corrupt serious of American institutions and work to make real change for my kith and my kin? That answer was found in Traditionalism.
Traditionalism answered for my the questions I had been pondering for years and brought together the best of both political parts of the spectrum and beyond. As writer Gregory Hood said about American politics, “Both sides agree with the profoundly anti-Traditionalist idea that America is nothing but a place to make money.” I believed that a nation was not just an open free trade zone, but an organic collection of racially, ethnically, culturally, linguistically, and religiously similar individuals. The need in American politics was not to “retake America”, but to rebuild the organic community, starting from the literal ground up.
To learn about Traditionalism, I began to devour the writings of Corneliu Codreanu, Southern agrarian authors, and European nationalists. The insight of the true nature of kith and kin and the centuries-long battle for Faith, family, and folk was like a breath of fresh air from endless debates over tax cuts for billionaires or the need to have slut walks down major city streets. Author after author confirmed to me that nations were not social constructs and ideological creeds, but racial and cultural constructs that were built through centuries of sacrifice and hard work.
Traditionalism also taught me that knee-jerk White supremacist ideology was also not something to be desired. While I love my folk and I wish to see the European peoples of this planet survive and thrive, I also did not need to fall into the trap of endless hatred and blinding rage that too many fall into when they discover our race and culture is under attack. Different races are like neighbors on your street, separate families who are called to care for their own children and their own living space while not infringing on the folks across the street. This view of separate yet equally valuable groups of people makes Traditionalism both a hyper-focused movement on the individual community and a global struggle.
Would you not help a neighbor whose garage was on fire to put out the blaze? At the same time, however, once you have ended the crisis it is right and proper for that neighbor to remain on his land, not swamp those living near him and eating those families out of house and home. A concern for the world but a dedication to your own people and culture is a paramount tenant of Traditionalism. As Scripture commands us in 1 Timothy 5:8, “But if any provide not for his own, and specially for those of his own house, he hath denied the faith, and is worse than an infidel.”
While separate peoples, I have a connection with nationalists fighting in Syria against Zionism and the New World Order, my heart bleeds for Colombian workers who are mistreated by big business, and I seek not to cruelly deport non-Whites from North America with a bayonet, but instead ensure that their nations and their communities are free from the tyranny of free trade, globalism, and Modernity and thus we can have racial and cultural independence as neighbors, not enemies.
Authors of Traditionalism taught me that biology is only one part of a much larger makeup of a people. The shallowness of mere ideology or biological determinism was brushed away by the trinity of a peoples makeup: race, culture, and Faith. White communists were no more members of my folk than a Nigerian, White skin is simply not enough to be considered part of my people. To make genetics the only condition for what defines a people would be to throw out centuries of our cultural development, our language, our customs, and our traditions. While race is an indispensable part of a people, it is not the only piece. Moving to a deeper understanding of the struggle ahead of us has allowed me to see a global picture, not just a simple Left vs. Right, White vs. Black, America vs. the World sort of mentality I had been locked into for the majority of my life.
As Professor Dugin wrote, “We are not on the Right or on the Left. We are against liberal postmodernity. Our idea is to join all the fronts and not let them divide us. When we stay divided, they can rule us safely. If we are united, their rule will immediately end. That is our global strategy. And when we try to join the spiritual tradition with social justice, there is an immediate panic among liberals. They fear this very much.” Nationalists and Traditionalists from around the globe can unite to save not only their own people and culture but to save all of mankind from globalist oppression.
My intellectual growth over the past several years has led me not to Party politics or shallow team picking, but to a deeply biologically, spiritually, historically, and culturally fulfilling worldview of Traditionalism. It is time for us all to stop living by the labels that the globalists pick for us and working to rearrange the deck chairs on the Titanic. It is time to break the chains of willing slavery of ourselves and all future generations who are being placed under the bootheel of Modernity, capitalism, and liberalism.
Comrades, it is time go transcend Left vs Right and to truly become revolutionary. Tradition is our mission and our only hope!