Hidden America

I took a trip to the States a few months ago.

Indeed, even though I've never desired to live there, I'm a fairly frequent visitor. After all, my philosophy is very different to most Americans. But still, I like Americans. Or rather, I like the regular, run-of-the-mill white American man. I admire his sense of social obligation, the concern with showing polite interest in those he meets, without compromising in any way on his own standards and beliefs. That, and a robust confidence in his abilities and potentialities, are qualities that I would prefer a little more of in my own countrymen.

I was struck by a few things as I travelled through the land of the brave.

The first is the general aura of decay that one detects. There's a shabbiness to public infrastructure in much of the US that isn't often commented upon, outside of articles focusing specifically on American decline.

It sometimes seems the only places where one finds contemporary design, and well-maintained facilities, is in shopping quarters and department stores. The latest big-box mall has the best of both...until enough years of executive neglect and mismanagement have passed, and a new green-field site is located for the next biggest, best, and brightest thing.

But the air of loss, the atmosphere of societal dusk - it goes beyond these external signs. It's present in the manic appetite-driven activity of the citizens. The inescapable, pitiless barrage of attention-destroying advertising. The endless percussive play on sexual desirability. The food markets and 'food' products. The mind-numbing presentation of all women as near flawless paragons of virtue, be that of the domestic, corporate or personal variety. And always, the message is hammered home and drummed in: Diversity is strength. Diversity is power. Diversity is good.

One sees postered around airports and presented on tv screens, a multiracial dream airbrushed into a gleaming, beaming existence. The actual reality can be seen outside the tv and picture frames. The slovenly, swaggering gait of black cleaning staff going...well, somewhere, I guess. The noisy clatter of Spanish, now assuming parity with English as the language of the American Republic. The joyless Indian shop attendants, getting chewed up by the machine.

Above all else, a noticeable dearth of white Americans.

Tom Sunic has often observed that, on arriving in Charles de Gaulle or Heathrow, it can feel as if you're arriving in a non-European country. Well, that's the same experience one often has in arriving in any of the major American airports. It's the same if one spends time in the major cities. Sometimes, one begins to sense it walking the streets of Dublin, too.

It's not really surprising. Since 1965, nearly 40 million immigrants have colonised America. Half of those were/are Hispanic. Another quarter are from south and east Asia. This deluge of non-European migrants coincided with an unfortunate cultural revolution that witnessed the denigration of the foundational European - more accurately, Anglo-Saxon - ethnic people and culture - the very one that truly established the United States in the first place.

Feminism has played a role in this. Since the 1960s in particular, noxious feminist ideologues have done a fine job weaving a fantasy of male oppression and female righteousness. This, in turn, dovetailed with an ill-informed civil rights narrative, as well as the generally condemnatory tone of left-wing discussion of European culture and civilisation - a tone that serves very well the interests of one particular ethnicity.

The results have been varied, yet uniformly depressing in implication.

Of course, Ireland - having never truly decolonised - has willingly infected itself with this unpleasant Anglo-American pathology, adapting it to the task of delegitimising the Gaelic ethos behind the Irish independence movement.

But back to America. Truth be told, white American men have been complicit in their own downfall. They have accepted at face value the arguments of those who wish them harm (in the case of minorities), those who are prone to fantasies of domination (women in general), and those who are inclined to both. Even now, most white American men still allow themselves to be baited and switched, to be bullied and silenced, to be sidelined and disinherited.

Daniel Corkery once wrote of a Hidden Ireland: an older, more authentic Irish people and culture, a people scarcely acknowledged to exist by a colonial class whose political and cultural allegiance was to London.

When I visit the United States now, I can't help feeling that there is now a Hidden America: an older, more authentic American people and culture, a people scarcely acknowledged to exist by a colonial elite whose political and cultural allegiance is to...well, who knows...

But there is cause for hope. And from some surprising, and surprisingly enjoyable quarters.

In the next few posts, I hope to point out some of these causes for hope, because the well-being of traditional American nationhood - and that of England, Australia, Canada, and New Zealand - is related to the well-being of all traditional European nations. And the more who know of these things, the better the odds that the fight will be won, and catastrophe for all races and nations of the earth, averted.