I’m a Park Person. I’ve driven my little family to 17 National Parks so far and I am an Annual Parks Pass Holder, so I’ve spent a lot of time driving around in my modest family car, seeing magnificent landscapes and making friends with some of the most amazing people in this country. I’ve always lived in the big cities of the Southwest, so I find wide open spaces and sparse populations very soothing. When we plan our trips, we try to stay off major highways and strive to have our meals in small towns at establishments owned by locals.
On one trip to Arches in Utah, we had dinner at a pizza joint in a tiny little town along the way. The owner worked in the kitchen with his two sons, and his two daughters ran the table service. Everyone who came in, the owner greeted by name. I was an obvious outsider, but his younger daughter (a pretty blonde haired, blue-eyed girl of 14 or so) took a liking to my dog and his younger son (around 16) took a liking to my Pantera shirt. Their father noticed how I interacted with them and struck up a conversation, obviously trying to get a feel for me but in a very friendly way, and we got on immediately. As my family finished our meal and prepared to leave, I was struck by the regard that I had in my heart for his family and the warmth with which this tiny little town and its residents had treated us. I felt a strange sense of community with these people whom I had never met and would probably never see again. This was entirely new to me and I struggled to understand where this sensation was coming from. I’m used to living in big cities where everyone you meet is distant, cold and foreign. Wait, foreign… that was it exactly! I suddenly realized, I hadn’t seen a non-European the entire day. There may not even be one in the tiny little Utah town I was in.
That’s when it all clicked for me, when I realized what I had been deprived of my entire life, living as did and do now as a hated minority. I had never truly understood what White identity meant until that moment. It has nothing to do with hating people or being afraid of them. It didn’t have a thing to do with foreign people at all! It was about kinship and understanding, about shared customs and common morality, it wasn’t about hate at all, it was about love. The kind of love that most of you reading this already have. I love my family, I love myself, I love my friends, but I’ve never been an easy member of a community. I wasn’t here either, but I could be. They didn’t have to say it and I didn’t have to think about it, it was just understood. It was an easy fit. Being in this White little town with these people was natural. It felt like I was coming to a place I had forgotten I’d lived once. And in my blood memory, I have. To have a who and a where that I am a part of, that is deeper than personal experience, that was beyond superficial interests or malleable ideology, to have a shared evolutionary path… Well after never having experienced anything like that before, it was powerful.
I say my fair share of mean and nasty things about outgroups and there is nothing I wouldn’t do to secure the existence of my people and a future for White children, but our movement isn’t about hate or fear and it’s has nothing to do with supremacy or enslaving anyone. If there’s a central theme to modern White Nationalism it is this, “We just want to be left alone”. We want to live without the natural tension of trying to cram dozens of wildly different belief systems into one territory, we want to be free from the guilt we’re told we have to feel for being better at nation building and wanting to pass the fruits of our efforts down to our children, we want to be free from excessive theft from a government hell bent on bribing people from around the world to come here and replace us, we want to be Americans as America was imagined for our people. We’re not interested in being whip-crackers, but neither are we going to let ourselves be whipping boys any longer. For the sake of peace for everyone in the world, we must go our separate ways. We are asking for a no-fault divorce from forced multiculturalism and we cite irreconcilable differences.