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The “Endless Invasion” and Our Replacement

By Wayne Allensworth

In a recent column, Pat Buchanan noted rampant dysfunction in our land–mass shootings, the George Floyd religious cult, skyrocketing murder rates–and wrote that “it seems our country is coming apart.” If that weren’t enough, in March, and again in April, 167,000 alien invaders were caught crossing the Southern border of the United States. They will probably soon be released into the American heartland.

This is just the tip of a gigantic iceberg. As Pat Buchanan pointed out, we are in for an “endless invasion,” with a mass migration of historic magnitude underway, as teeming masses are on the march from Asia, Africa, Central and South America, and the Islamic world. Europe and North America are currently on the receiving end of the beginning of a nation and civilization killing demographic tidal wave. The destiny of the migrants headed for our shores, as Mr. Buchanan added, “may be to replace us.”

Judging by surveys taken in the countries that are the sources of most of the mass migration, there are likely more on the way.

According to a Gallup World Poll survey released in 2018, for instance, 15% of the world’s adult population, some 750 million people, expressed a desire to move to another country. Gallup further noted that this is a trend that has been showing up in its surveys for nearly twenty years–and that the United States has consistently been the most desirable destination.

Steve Sailer has repeatedly called attention to the World’s Most Important Graph, one charting the population explosion in Africa. African migrants are already turning up in Mexico, headed for the United States. There are plenty more of them to come to Europe and America, and today’s migrants can reach their chosen destinations much more readily than during the age of sail. What’s more, “caravans” can be organized with the help of cell phones and social media.

Mr. Buchanan also wrote that as a Camp of the Saints invasion was developing in the United States, native-born Americans have ceased to reproduce themselves. As yours truly wrote recently, even what appears to be good news can be deceptive. Yes, the number of divorces is down, but that’s because marriage has collapsed. There are lot of factors contributing to the collapse of marriage and family in the United States–the sexual revolution of the 60’s, abortion, the pill, and the decline of Christianity and traditional morality among them–but could it be that subconsciously, members of the American ethnos, our “American Remnant,” who might otherwise have married and had children, see the writing on the wall and have already given up?

Whites are experiencing more suicides and deaths by drug addiction and alcoholism, the so-called “deaths of despair” that are reminiscent of post-Soviet Russia, and closer to home, life on American Indian reservations. This is what dispossession looks like. This is the pit the Globalists and their Leftists allies want us to fall into, as they clear the road for their Hellish utopia.

Our people have been in denial for too long, but that denial is wearing thin. Tucker Carlson recently garnered a lot of attention–and plenty of media attacks–for bringing up the Great Replacement. At the same time, Carlson could not explicitly state who is being slated for replacement, and he couched his argument against open borders in political language about the immigrant invasion diminishing Americans’ voting rights, emphasizing that the Democrats benefit from that. That’s true as far as it goes, but Carlson didn’t mention that it is not just the Democrats who favor policies that will overwhelm us demographically.

Note, for instance, that some GOP luminaries seem to be warming to the idea of statehood for Puerto Rico. Republican airheads want us to believe that they can “win” there, but to what end if our demographic replacement proceeds apace?

The battle we are facing, but have not yet begun to fight, is not simply about politics. We can try to dodge the central issue of the Great Replacement–that its aim is to overwhelm the American ethnos–by making limited arguments about “owning the Dems,” and about voting rights, saving “the Republic,” and preserving an all but defunct Constitution, all of which are cultural manifestations of the American national core our enemies want to do away with. Such efforts betray a lack of confidence, and they are another form of denial.

Until we identify ourselves and decide that we are worthy of defending for our own sake, as a nation that has a right to exist, that we are a distinct people with a distinct personality that is valuable in itself, like a family, we will lose.

Wayne Allensworth is a Corresponding Editor of Chronicles magazine.  He is the author of The Russian Question: Nationalism, Modernization, and Post-Communist Russia (Rowman & Littlefield) and a novel, Field of Blood.

American Citizenship’s Not Worth a Warm Bucket of Spit

By Wayne Allensworth

US citizenship is becoming something else to apologize for. After all, it’s not “inclusive,” reflecting the retrograde notion that normal people should prioritize the wellbeing of their fellow citizens over foreigners. Setting such priorities is probably “racist,” to boot. Establishing hierarchies of value is apparently another example of “whiteness” in action, on a par with the rule of law, the presumption of innocence, math, and the value of objective evidence.

With that in mind, check this out:

“U.S. President Joe Biden on Friday revoked a 2019 proclamation by former President Donald Trump that sought to bar the entry of immigrants who could not prove they had health insurance or could cover health care costs.

In an announcement by the White House, the Democratic president said the suspension imposed by his Republican predecessor ‘does not advance the interests of the United States.’

Trump issued a proclamation in October 2019 requiring all prospective immigrants to show proof of U.S. health insurance within 30 days of their arrival in the United States or enough money to pay for ‘reasonably foreseeable medical costs.'”

It appears that certain “immigrant advocates” were complaining that the Trump proclamation made it tougher to immigrate to the US, which they believe should be a “human right” like abortion, “gay marriage,” and “transgender” surgery for children. Actual Americans appear to have few “advocates” whose primary activity is protecting their interests, especially not in the US government. Washington is chock-full of lobbyists, but real Americans are hard pressed to find many denizens of the globo-capital who are willing to seriously lobby for their interests.

Dear readers, did you really believe that defending the interests of actual Americans was what the government was for? Au contraire, you bigoted Euro-centric Neanderthals! Babylon on the Potomac has more pressing concerns to deal with than those of lowly Americans, especially if you are a member of the American ethnos, the dreaded “non-Hispanic white” census category that automatically entails banishment to the globo-state’s outer dark.  

Sleepy Joe recently had the servants set out the best silver and china to greet some of his favorite humanoids–a group of “undocumented Americans,” a category unknown to our unenlightened ancestors:

And he wasn’t done yet. According to Breitbart, Biden has taken $2 billion from Americans’ healthcare programs to help deliver migrant youths and children to their illegal-immigrant parents throughout the United States. The “redirected funds,” which reportedly includes money intended to replenish the country’s Strategic National Stockpile of medical supplies, will approach $9 billion by October. Bottom rail on top now!

“Cactus Jack” Garner, one time speaker of the House of Representatives and FDR’s somewhat recalcitrant vice president (1933-1941), once famously described that office as being “not worth a bucket of warm spit” (though the story is that Cactus Jack actually mentioned another bodily fluid). We can now confidently say the same about American citizenship, the devaluation of which is indicative of the bizarre, topsy turvy situation we and other whites in Europe and the Anglo-sphere find ourselves in, with the state actively working against the nation. Whether the managerial regime is undercutting citizenship or replacing the national core, we should have no illusions about what is happening. It’s past time for us to re-evaluate what “patriotism” means under such circumstances.

Wayne Allensworth is a Corresponding Editor for Chronicles Magazine. He is the author of The Russian Question: Nationalism, Modernization, and Post-Communist Russia, and a novel Field of Blood   

With the United States of America Controlled by Radical Leftists, What Does “Patriotism” Mean?

By Wayne Allensworth

The old America many of us remember fondly has died of a theory — the theory of radical egalitarianism manifested since the 1960’s as the “blank slate” view of human nature. Sensible people acknowledge — or at least quietly admit to themselves — that social-economic disparities among racial and ethnic groups are most likely the natural result of differences in the abilities and interests of those groups. Engineering an equality of outcomes for all would require totalitarianism. Freedom or absolute equality, take your pick.

The globalists and their leftist allies cannot ever admit such a thing, as it would mean denying their ideology and the viability of their project of radically restructuring the world. Thus, the Revolution is never ending, as the goal of absolute equality is impossible. Like the Soviets under Stalin, the revolutionaries must constantly seek explanations for the failure of the Plan. If blacks are disproportionately imprisoned, then “systemic racism” must be to blame. If women are “underrepresented” in STEM fields, there must be a nefarious “glass ceiling” blocking their advancement. And that means a forever witch hunt for “wreckers” and “saboteurs” in the form of phantom “white supremacists” working through an invisible “institutional racism” supported by an evil “patriarchy.”

What’s more, as the Revolution becomes institutionalized, sweeping all before it, it becomes both a fervently religious project, as people who have lost their traditional religion seek redemption by other means, and a vehicle for upward mobility within the system that supports it. As with Stalinist apparatchiks in the USSR, advancement by denunciation is a viable means of working within the system, though the virtue-signaling apparatchiks themselves must be ever watchful, lest the Revolution consume its children.

Sleepy Joe’s administration is radically left-wing, openly pursuing an anti-American agenda that was implicit during Obama’s presidency. From imposing “critical race theory” to purging the military to essentially ending border controls, all with the encouragement and support of a vast array of mass media, government agencies, educational institutions, and corporations, the managerial system is brazenly and unabashedly deconstructing the vestiges of an old America it despises. For all intents and purposes, the Globalist Blob is our system of government. The “checks and balances” and representative institutions you learned about in school are corrupt, even inoperative, especially at the national level. We cannot expect the law to protect us “deplorables.” Derek Chauvin’s conviction was a foregone conclusion. Donating money to Kyle Rittenhouse’s defense fund can get you fired.

“Constitutionalism” as a defensive strategy is a failure, not only because our opponents have deconstructed and re-interpreted the document itself practically out of existence, but because the most ardent constitutionalists failed to acknowledge that the document and the political structures related to it were the products of a specific time, place, and people, and that constitutionalism itself cannot remain viable if the heirs of the people who created it are attacked, degraded, denounced, and replaced.

Our vaunted “freedom” was not something that happened by accident or because of ideology. It was a cultural artifact of our people, of the habits and customs they inherited. There cannot be any America without a strong, confident, and self-aware American ethnos. That’s why our very determined enemies carry on a relentless assault on “white supremacy.” It explains why they attack “whiteness,” including the presumption of innocence, the Electoral College, and the concept of equality before the law.

The United States of America as a political manifestation of the American ethnos is dead, but the ethnos, weakened and under siege, lives on. Acknowledging that the global capital on the Potomac and the system it represents are indeed hostile to us is a necessary step toward thinking about what comes next. To begin again, a reassessment of what “patriotism” means is necessary.

At this late date, with our enemies firmly in control, Scott Greer correctly answered the question of what patriotism means for the American Remnant:

Wayne Allensworth is a Corresponding Editor for Chronicles Magazine. He is the author of The Russian Question: Nationalism, Modernization, and Post-Communist Russia, and a novel Field of Blood   

Republican “Transgenders”: The Dems are the Real Transphobes!

By Wayne Allensworth

I have to admit, the California governor’s race is going to be quite amusing, with Republicans accepting “Caitlyn” as one of their own—next thing you know, they’ll have Tim Scott (the Dems are the real racists!) paired with “Caitlyn” (the Dems are the real transphobes!) to reply to Biden’s speeches. The post-American black comedy continues. 

Wayne Allensworth is a Corresponding Editor for Chronicles Magazine. He is the author of The Russian Question: Nationalism, Modernization, and Post-Communist Russia, and a novel Field of Blood   

Conservative “Trans” Mania

By Wayne Allensworth

After the “conservative case for gay marriage” and the “conservative case for transgender rights,” James Kirkpatrick, probably correctly, assumes that we will soon be subjected to the “conservative case for Critical Race Theory,” as well. Well, what’s to stop it? If alleged conservatives can accept “transgender rights,” they’ll cave in on anything.

I’ve already heard ordinary conservatives voicing support for the California gubernatorial candidacy of “Caitlyn Jenner,” a sure sign of demoralization. With people like that representing what’s laughably called “the right” in what’s left of this country, who needs leftists? The very idea that “Caitlyn” can be a conservative turns conservatism inside out, no matter what “she” says about “transgender girls” competing against, you know, real girls in sports. That such a mentally disturbed person can be treated seriously tells us a lot about why real conservatives always lose. The norming of “trans” mania continues.

Wayne Allensworth is a Corresponding Editor for Chronicles Magazine. He is the author of The Russian Question: Nationalism, Modernization, and Post-Communist Russia, and a novel Field of Blood   

Story’s End

By Wayne Allensworth

He wanders among his progeny, lilting subtly as he walks, occasionally slowing to a shuffle on the worn carpet. Sometimes he points his cane at a chair or at a picture, at something, and asks “Does anybody want this?” And sometimes they do and sometimes they don’t. If they don’t, he shakes his head in disbelief. “I thought somebody’d get that for sure,” he says, and then he ambles over to the next item to be scrutinized and he eyes it closely, as if he were seeing it for the first time. In a way, it is a first. It’s the first time he has viewed a particular item knowing that he and that thing are parting company, just as he had inevitably parted company with the people those items had been attached to by circumstance and memory.

You are liable to get a story out of whatever has caught his eye.

My father points to a wooden lampstand and says he made that for his mother when he was a boy. The old rocking chair belonged to my mother’s great grandfather. A worn looking Stetson belonged to her father. He provides the details of why they were special to their previous owner, and about when and how he and my mother, gone these six years, acquired them. I know all that, but I let him tell the stories anyway. He picks up the hat, for example, and recalls that “Happy,” as my maternal grandfather was known, had worked for a hatmaker for a time. My father’s older brother had worked there for a while, too. “That was way back there. Before the war.” He ponders this point and moves on.

Sometimes he sighs and says something about everything having to go, but there’s no way around that. There’s just nothing else to do, is there? And then I remind him that there are a number of items he wanted to keep that we are setting aside. Nobody will get those things, and nobody will buy them in the estate sale. “It will be with us, at our house,” I tell him. “Your new home.” He seems to take some comfort in that.

The collection of kept items is made up mostly of pictures of my mother, of their parents, of kin people of every degree of separation, but there’s also an old baseball bat, a tiny chair and desk, a beautiful wooden level, and a stool he had made for his mother that has his name written in a boy’s tentative cursive on the bottom.

And there is his older brother’s Purple Heart, and a picture of him in his flight suit, “somewhere in England,” as his letters to his parents read, sometime prior to his B-24 going down on D-Day. There is the letter from the War Department saying that he was missing, and a picture of my grandmother in a black dress receiving his medal, but neither the medal nor the stated gratitude of her country could ever fill the space the loss of her elder son left behind. She never really recovered, as so many mothers like her never did, and my grandfather had to live with it, and he had badgered an indifferent bureaucracy about any news of his son or his downed plane or the remains of the crew that were never, ever found, and that had to make it even worse. There was no chance to say goodbye, even to a coffin or a grave. There’s nothing good about war, even the ones you “win.”

My father repeatedly asks when the estate sale is scheduled to take place and we remind him again that it is still weeks away, and he nods and I don’t know whether he is happy about that or just wants to get it all over with. Sometimes he says that, that he wishes it was all finished. And at other times he has wanted to come back and look at the house again, just to take a looksee one more time and once more and once more. And we try to accommodate him.

He wanders out into the garage, where shelves and drawers and hooks on the wall contain and hold and secure tools from his carpentering days. And there are tools my grandfathers and great grandfathers used that made their way into this garage so far from their original homes. Sometimes they made their own tools. Grandad’s trowel that he welded himself. A marvelous wooden device with apertures cut into the top section, the wooden pieces fitted carefully together. I can’t remember what the thing is, and my father tells me it is a mold he made for casting his own fishing weights. “In them days,” he says, “If we didn’t have something, we made it for ourselves.” He seems proud of that, as he should be, but also a little bit puzzled that such a statement of fact needs explaining.

He asks whether I want some of the tools, and I take a hammer I remember him wielding many a time, and another wooden level, and a few other things, one of them a yardstick, the aged wood imprinted with a reminder that Orlie Coulter’s lumber yard was located three blocks south of the courthouse in Ardmore, Oklahoma.

The wistful feeling I experienced that day–that many of us who were there on that last day at the house felt, I think–was more than sentimental nostalgia. The lives those people, my people, led were often hard lives, with infants dying and children killed in accidents. One of them, my grandmother’s younger brother, was killed by a rattlesnake bite. Mental illness haunted one side of the family and alcoholism plagued a number of family members. There was disease and unemployment and wondering where the next meal might come from in Depression days.

But there was something else. All of those people my father calls our “kinfolks,” all of them that we knew, and we knew our great grandparents and grandparents, as well as cousins and aunts and uncles, all of them lived in a world held together by thick social and cultural ties. Less mobility, larger families, ceremony and ritual, and lifelong friendships supported their world with an invisible safety net that was sensed and experienced and never needed explaining. As bleak as times could be, they had a home to go to and some assurance of who they were. Every story ends, and they knew that theirs also would end, but it would not end in isolation as so many stories end these days.

I don’t recall my departed kin people dwelling on the worst things or growing bitter, but I do remember their laughter and a positive sense of resignation that told them there were some things you just had to live with. And that got them through. I’ve grown to envy them.

As family members filtered out of the house that day, I went back in to look for my father, who was not outside with the others as they prepared to leave. I found him in the hall with all those pictures. He was bracing himself on the wall by his right hand and holding a picture in his left hand. He was silently studying a portrait of my mother.

Wayne Allensworth is a Corresponding Editor for Chronicles Magazine. He is the author of The Russian Question: Nationalism, Modernization, and Post-Communist Russia, and a novel Field of Blood   

Tucker Goes There: The Great Replacement

By Wayne Allensworth

Well, almost there. For understandable reasons, Tucker Carlson had to pretend the Great Replacement is about “voting rights,” which is partly true, but he did not specify just whose voting rights the powers-that-be really aim to diminish. If you get that part of it, then it’s clear just who is slated for replacement, and why the globalist Blob goes ballistic when anyone raises the issue.  

One more quibble: It’s not just the Democrats who are supporting immigration policies that will overwhelm the American Remnant.

 Nevertheless, Tucker pointed out that the ADL supports national borders for Israel, which has no intention of allowing its people to be overwhelmed by Arabs. From the program’s transcript:

“Go to the Anti-Defamation League’s (ADL) website sometime if you’d like a glimpse of what an unvarnished conversation about a country’s national interest might look like. In a short essay posted to the site, the ADL explains why the state of Israel should not allow more Arabs to become citizens with voting rights:

‘With historically high birth rates among the Palestinians and a possible influx of Palestinian refugees and their descendants now living around the world,’ the ADL explains, ‘Jews would quickly be a minority within a bi-national state, thus likely ending any semblance of equal representation and protections. In this situation, the Jewish population would be increasingly politically — and potentially physically — vulnerable.’

 ‘It is unrealistic and unacceptable,’ the ADL continues, ‘to expect the State of Israel to voluntarily subvert its own sovereign existence and nationalist identity and become a vulnerable minority within what was once its own territory.’

Now, from Israel’s perspective, this makes perfect sense. Why would any democratic nation make its own citizens less powerful? Isn’t that the deepest betrayal of all? In the words of the ADL, why would a government subvert its own sovereign existence? Good question.”

We all know what happened to Joe Sobran when he raised some questions that were related to the nationalism for me, but not for you issue. Tucker was quite brave to bring this up. Surprisingly, Carlson was subsequently defended from an unexpected quarter–and just may stay on the air a bit longer.

Tucker’s segment on replacement through mass immigration was the best we could hope for. As Steve Sailer put it, it was an “Overton Window-smashing” event. Yet your faithful observer senses that a large part of our people are still struggling to convince themselves that it is not “racist” to resist being replaced. They are so concerned about seeing the Other’s point of view that they refuse to believe we as a collective should even have a point of view.

The white disease of obsessive racial guilt and pathological altruism is still pervasive and debilitating, even in the face of militant anti-white hatred that is itself now pervasive in our society.

Take a look at this, for instance. What can one say about a prayer for God to help a “weary black woman” hate whites? Even–or maybe especially–the “nice ones” who profess “not to see color,” but who (horrors!) watch Fox News and voted for Trump.

In a blog entry on the MSM attempting to turn everything into an occasion for attacking “whiteness,” Rod Dreher noted that when whites are attacked by a minority perp, nobody asks what the motive was. Dreher wrote “That is the standard the media have for killings in which the suspected perpetrator is a racial minority, and (especially) when the victims are white. This is definitely not the standard the media have for killings in which the (suspected) murderers are white people killing minorities.” Dreher concluded his blog post by asking a question (emphasis in the original): “Why are they teaching non-white people to fear and loathe whites? What are they preparing America for?”

Take a guess.

Wayne Allensworth is a Corresponding Editor for Chronicles Magazine. He is the author of The Russian Question: Nationalism, Modernization, and Post-Communist Russia, and a novel Field of Blood   

Horseman, Pass By: Larry McMurtry RIP

Your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams. Acts 2:17

Celebrated author Larry McMurtry passed away at age 84 on March 25. (Read obituaries and reminiscences about him herehere, and here.) We will not see his like again. The world that produced him, a world where the cowboy culture was still remembered, a world where what he called “the book culture” flourished, is gone.

McMurtry was a man torn between his attachments to the place and people from whence he came and his impulse to escape them. He once wrote of his ambivalence about his origins as running “deep as the bone.” Larry McMurtry was born into a Texas ranching family. The world he knew as a boy was, as he sometimes lamented, a largely bookless one. He would eventually become a voracious reader. Books, the writing and collecting of them, would be his life. McMurtry observed more than once that he was only a passable horseman, and it was clear that he was not made for ranch life. He was meant for other things.

Larry McMurtry would wander far from his home in Archer City, Texas, but he kept coming back. When he had achieved fame and fortune as a writer, he filled the once practically bookless town with books of all kinds. Even after he sold off more than half his holdings in 2012, between his bookstore and his private collection, McMurtry still had about 200,000 volumes to his name. He once remarked that the “culture of the book” was a “wonderful culture, which we mustn’t lose.” McMurtry was dedicated to the survival of that culture.

McMurtry occasionally remarked that his intent in writing Westerns was to “de-mythologize” the West, and he sometimes went out of his way to subvert that myth. But what the author of Lonesome Dove actually accomplished was the revitalization of the myth by bringing it closer to the earth, out of the realm of stylized cowboys and sanitized versions of the conquest of the West. His Western protagonists, especially Woodrow Call and Augustus McCrea, were nonetheless heroic, perhaps more so, by being all too human. He once commented that the cowboy was a tragic figure who could not acknowledge his own tragedy, but aided others in creating the Western myth.

Whatever his misgivings about the life he simultaneously criticized and eulogized in his writing, it was clear that McMurtry respected those men. Like many of us, something tells me that part of him longed to be like them, to have seen the world that they rode through, even knowing what it cost. Texas Monthly‘s Jeff Salamon once noted that in Lonesome Dove, the deep and abiding friendship between Call and Gus is juxtaposed with the emotional conflicts they experience over tender feelings for women and, in Call’s case, his unacknowledged illegitimate son. Yet something powerful in the emotionally limited character of men like Call and Gus haunts us like an unsated desire. 

The epigraph to Lonesome Dove is drawn from T.K. Whipple’s Study Out the Land:

“All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead past, but still lives in us. Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves, the wild outside. We live in the civilization they created, but within us the wilderness still lingers. What they dreamed, we live, and what they lived, we dream.”

McMurtry loved the American West. “The West,” he once said, “is mostly a very beautiful place. There are all those lovely spaces. There are all those running horses. It’s a poetic imagery and it’s been there for a long time.”

McMurty recalled that his father “loved cowboys.” “That,” said McMurtry, “got him through his life. But he knew perfectly well, so did we, that it wouldn’t last another generation, it just was not going to last.” Much of McMurtry’s Western writing was elegiac, even wistful. In his debut novel, Horseman, Pass By, the aging rancher Homer Bannon clashes with his stepson, Hud. The old man is the embodiment of the roughhewn integrity McMurtry obviously associated with men like him. His son is the new, modern West. For him, integrity is just another item for sale. The epic cattle drive of Lonesome Dove is part of the closing act of a Homeric age nearing its end, something the novel’s protagonists are well aware of. The Last Picture Show chronicled the demise of a small town. Fittingly, the last film shown at the town’s movie theatre before it closes is a Western.

At the end of HorsemanPass By, Lonnie, Homer’s grandson, attends the old man’s funeral. After the church service, he thinks “of the horseman that had passed,” a reference to a poem by Yeats:

Cast a cold eye
On life, on death
Horseman, pass by!

Those words are the epitaph on Yeats’s tombstone. 

Wayne Allensworth is a Corresponding Editor for Chronicles Magazine. He is the author of The Russian Question: Nationalism, Modernization, and Post-Communist Russia, and a novel Field of Blood   

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