It’s Going Down is the antifa’s attempt at a well-financed, intelligently-edited clearinghouse to bring some much-needed hierarchy and order to the anarchist community. One of their goals is to become a central hub of intelligent anti-white discourse, handsomely paying authors to showcase their ideology. A problem with this, however, is that anti-white rhetoric can’t actually survive in the wild. It doesn’t hold up on open platforms.
Everything that the anarchists claim to stand for is ironically better executed by the fascists. Spontaneous order, grassroots political activism, political progress wrought from the sausage factory of completely uncensored discourse. Keith Preston and other National Anarchist types have spelled all of this out in detail, but it bears repeating. There is no political scene less authentically “anarchist” than the highly structured, stifled, censored, and stuffy “anarchist” scene.
Sean Donahue is a jackass, and he would have repeatedly been exposed as a jackass within his own camp had there been open and uncensored comments on his article, “The Lie of White Identity.” Please bear in mind that this is not a shitpost, that the following is an entirely serious attempt at a middle-aged man’s self-description…
Sean Donahue is a highly neurodivergent wild forest creature who defies the seelie/unseelie binary. He lives on traditional Klickitat territory in Trout Lake, WA and has an herbal practice in Portland and Beaverton, OR. He is an initiated priest of the BlackHeart line of the Feri Tradition of witchcraft, and carrier of the Green Wand.
His thesis is essentially that the “Irish aren’t White.” In Sean’s fevered imagination, White American heritage and identity is a toxic anti-identity because there was some unfairness, inconsistency, and loss of parochial identity in its formation. The first and most obvious strategic flaw in his model is that he also accidentally kicks over Black identity in America, as the proposition that synthetic colonial identities are inherently wicked fits equally well on the other foot. The Black freeman identity was one forged by English-speaking Blacks who achieved a privileged role relative to the African and Caribbean identities subsumed into the novel colonial identity of “Black American.”
The intent and effect of legislating a new division of people was to create an overseer class, a class of poor “white” men who believed that they had an interest in enforcing the enslavement of Africans and their descendants. Laws granted them a degree of privilege, the promise of greater wealth and freedom if they made society (including the torture of Black people and the eradiation of Indigenous people) continue to run smoothly.
He couldn’t really be much more wrong in his neatly packaged attempt to explain the White American as a fabrication invented by the evil British to hold down his noble Irish forefathers. The first problem, one which would have been rapidly noted in the comments were they allowed, is that America wasn’t the only place Whites went and encountered other races. A similar process played out around the world, despite different colonial powers encountering different indigenous populations and arriving at different economic models and relationships with the varying ethnicities.
Even in places like Canada which never had slavery, the Blacks were a separate and distinct people from the Europeans. In a historical process which makes absolutely no sense for Mr. Donahue, the freed slaves who followed the Underground Railroad to Canada self-segregated into their own communities when there and were eager to return to the United States as soon as possible. Strangely, the Irish and Blacks in the colonial world identify and behave as two separate groups even when the big evil Anglo villain isn’t enforcing the color line.
Basically, what Sean’s trying to get at is that Irish Americans are every bit as persecuted as the American Negro. To hear him tell it, his family was even hunted by the Klan.
It was the Ku Klux Klan that did come, burning a cross at High Rock Tower to try to drive the Irish out. My grandfather watched while my great-grandfather kept him quiet and still. To the Klan, the Irish were not white. Nor were they white to the Anglo-American Christians, including the famously liberal Rev. Henry Ward Beecher, who vilified the Irish “race” a generation before.
I roll my eyes at the entire “Victim Olympics” farce indulged in by the Left. But to try to frame Irish Americans, among the most privileged, successful, and “White” people in America from very early on, as being as victimized as a people who were systemically held as property for centuries is quite a stretch. One might imagine that he would be mad about the anti-Catholic sentiment which actually fueled the Klan opposition to later Irish immigration, but he’s not. His Irish ancestors were all followers of the Celtic old gods, you see.
My Irish and Swedish ancestors felt no more and no less commonality with each other than with the Tlingit or the Kogi or the Malians or the Viet Namese. They did not conceive of themselves as European, much less as white.
They also did not work with the same gods or share the same rituals.
Some of the Daoine Sidhe came across the ocean on ships with my great grandparents (my father heard a Bean-Sidhe wailing the night my great-grandmother died), just as the Orisha travelled from Africa to the Americas in slave ships and across Damballah’s rainbow bridge. But the next generation had to cease acknowledging their presence if they wanted to be admitted to white society.
Whiteness somehow managed to kill the old gods in Ireland, too. Whiteness is like that, just traveling around through history ruining everything for Sean Donahue’s synthetic neoliberal neo-pagan LARPfest. Of course, his recent ancestors were almost all Christians and his distant pagan ancestors would likely throw him in a bog halfway through his attempt to explain to them that their faith is founded on slave morality, victim mentality, and sacralized cowardice and defeat.
None of this matters. A dialectic which cannot survive in the wild will eventually die in the street, too, which is exactly what’s happening to the “antifa” scene. They can carefully censor and connive around their internal contradictions on their moderated forums and polished e-zines right up until it’s time to get busy. Then the White kids like Donahue who want to talk down to the minorities about oppression because they’re Irish, the snot-nosed social engineers who want to carry on about Marxist theory, and the working class, both minority and White alike, discover that they’re in agreement about nothing except that they’re somehow victims of somebody somewhere.