There is a double standard at work in the world today, and it revolves around the issue which will become the most divisive and yet most important one in the years to come: race.
There are some nations which are allowed to have an ethnic identity and others which are not. The difference between the two is that the nations which are permitted to have an ethnic identity are non-white. In the world today, only whites are not allowed to exist as distinct ethnic peoples in the nations their forefathers civilised.
When we look at the countries around the world that are the most successful, and we all know which ones they are, they have certain things in common. I’m talking about places like Israel, Singapore, Japan, South Korea, the Western European homelands and the countries, like ours, of the Western diaspora. The two things which are consistently in common across those countries are ethnic homogeneity and a high-IQ population. There’s no getting around it; if you don’t have those two things, your country will always and ever be ‘developing’. You’ll never achieve the status of ‘developed’.
This is a biological reality that remains true regardless of how you feel about it. Shake your fist at nature or God if you like, but it’s just the way it is. The Congo will never be the Netherlands. Such places with low-IQ populations or too much ethnic diversity will always be troubled places full of savagery, violence and low levels of human organisation. Just because it’s a racist fact doesn’t change that it’s a fact.
We in the decadent, postmodern West have ignored these biological realities to our peril. We’ve been convinced by perverse intellectuals for the last few decades that there is no biological basis for national identity. It’s been a dangerous delusion, and has resulted in the peoples of the West playing dead demographically while our lands are handed over to others. This is not a danger for Israel or the nations of East Asia as they have protected their ethnic integrity. We though are on a trajectory which makes our future more likely to be like Brazil’s than China’s. And we can’t even say it, because we might hurt someone’s feelings.
What did the diggers die for if we were just going to hand the country over to foreigners anyway? Why did the convicts sweat into the hot, sandy soil of their tenements, raising 10 kids on a pittance in the hope that they would have a better life than them? Why did the chocos struggle in the humid terror of jungle warfare against the Japanese during World War II if their grandchildren were just going to let Australia become ethnically Asian, African and Middle Eastern one day anyway? It makes of all our history, our stories and our heritage a futile joke.
Fellow XYZ writer Adam Piggott recently referred to this demographic destruction of Australia, pointing out that nearly 30% of Australia’s population today was born overseas. This is Bruce Jenner’s odyssey into biological denialism and madness on a national scale. You can keep pretending that biology doesn’t exist, that concrete realities such as race and gender are ‘social constructs’, and for a while you’ll be able to float in the space of your own imagination enjoying your own feelings in a relativist supernova of cosmic narcissism. Then one day, reality will hit you. And it will hit you hard.
The reality is that we are dying. We are old before our time, grown decadent and insane in our riches and our sophistries. Other peoples, more vigorous or wiser than us, are taking what our ancestors built and defended. They are the future, not us.
If you go to Egypt, China, Burma or indeed any non-white country in the world you’ll find the same pattern. You can live there for as long as you like, speak the language, eat the food, convert to the religion and in all ways take on the local culture, but you’ll never be one of them. This is true even in parts of Southern Europe, where the roots of tradition were too deep for cultural Marxism’s predations. These nations know their national identity has a biological foundation.
It is no coincidence that the Latin root of ‘nation’ refers to birth. A nation is nothing if not an extended kinship network.
The core ethnic stock of the nation of Australia are the English and Celtic peoples of the British Isles and Ireland. That is who we are as a people. It took two centuries of civilising, fighting, intermarrying, struggling and cohabiting together before this ethnic fusion was achieved. It was a remarkable accomplishment in itself. Perhaps it took the harshness and remoteness of the Australian landscape to finally make the English and Irish stop killing each other.
This birth of our people is the story of my own family. On my patrilineal side, I have five generations of English Catholic ancestors who, every generation, married an Irish Catholic girl. Or two, once the first one died in childbirth. It seems marrying a Protestant was even more detestable than marrying a Mick. On the other side of my family, my own grandparents had to get married behind the altar and my formerly Church of England grandfather convert to Catholicism before they could marry. As we can see from the troubles in northern Ireland, religion was often a proxy for ethnicity between Catholics and Protestants in the English-speaking countries of the New World.
Although religion is a powerful force for ethnic identity though, it is ultimately biology which proves more powerful. Catholics and Protestants are never going to agree on transubstantiation or sola scriptura, but their kids intermarrying for long enough will produce a new race. That’s what we achieved in Australia prior to World War II.
This is how ethnic identity can change over time. It just happens very slowly. Again, Australia is an example of that. At the time of Australia’s colonisation, an Englishman or an Irishman would have hit you had you suggested they are the same race. Now, in Australia, that ethnic distinction has disappeared. It took a century and a half though, and there are still cracks where the ethnic fault lines used to be. On the whole though, by the time of the Second World War, Australia was well on its way to achieving ethnic homogeneity.
This, always, should be the goal of a nation. The extent to which a nation is ethnically homogenous is the extent to which its future is guaranteed. The Kurds and Jews are evidence of this. Miscegenation is death.
After the war, we welcomed millions of Southern and Eastern European foreigners. The social disturbance which resulted was significant. Societies have antibodies against foreigners, and the wogs represented the first of successive waves of increasingly alien foreigners to our shore. Had we stuck with the Mediterraneans for a century or two, we may have been able to ethnically accommodate the newcomers and again achieve homogeneity. Instead, our neo-Marxist elites doubled down on their albophobic policies. Our society is failing as a result.
Now many of you reading this will have by now experienced a primal fear at these hatefacts. I understand; I experienced it too. These realities can lead to some troubling conclusions. We’ve been so conditioned to think that the great problem of history has been white ethnic identity that even the whisper of it can cause otherwise normal people to quite literally lose their minds.
Let me be clear about what I’m not arguing. I am not saying that Australia must be ethnically cleansed. I fear this may happen at some point in the future, as this is the pattern of history. It would be tragic beyond words though. I do not agree with some of those in the alt-right movement who believe that Western countries should become a white ethnostate. My disagreement with such notions is not only moral, but also practical. There is no such thing as a ‘white’ culture, ‘white’ religion, ‘white’ language or meaningful ‘white’ identity. The resurgence of Russian nationalism under Putin is a case in point. Russia is revitalising not because of a rediscovered identity in ‘whiteness’, but rather because of a rejuvenation of Russian Orthodoxy and the rejection of all forms of Marxist thinking.
For nations whose ethnic group have a clear religious tradition, like Italy, Ireland or Russia, this is fortunate. This provides a pathway for ethnic revival. We do not have such a religious unity, and so our rebirth must be through a rediscovery of the Anglo-Celtic basis of the Australian nation.
I am proposing, however, that we understand ourselves much as the Israelis and East Asians do. A foreigner can go and live in Japan for as long as the country will have them, put down roots, intermarry with the locals and make a living, but they will never be Japanese. There are 700,000 ethnic Koreans living in Japan who know they will never become Nipponites. Throughout history, this has just been how things were done. Ethnic enclaves can live within otherwise homogenous nations for centuries. It’s not ideal, and it usually ends badly during times of crisis, but it’s just what happens.
Only people born in this country should be citizens. In-group preferencing should be allowed, and seen as natural. If ethnic enclaves living here want to hire and do business with their own, then fine. But so should we. Discrimination must be restored as a natural and healthy practice of free people. It is only through such in-grouping that the ethnic identities of both Australians and foreign guests living here be maintained.
If also there are ethnic groups who consistently demonstrate that they are hostile to the interests of Anglo-Celtic Australians, then they should be expelled back to their homeland. There are many historical precedents for such measures.
We already have ethnic ghettoes in this country, and while deportation of non-citizens and non-residents and an end to immigration are absolutely necessary, our traitorous government has already allowed so many foreigners here that there will be sizeable enclaves within this nation into the future. Perhaps some policies of Australian demographic repair will be necessary, such as lower tax rates for those who can prove second-generation status or more. Of course this seems preposterous now, but if this demographic situation was happening in non-white countries they wouldn’t hesitate to bring in such measures. If the foreign guests who are living here don’t like it, they have their own ethnic homelands to return to.
Many will stay, and while we have taken far too many foreigners in over recent years, those who accept the Anglo-Celtic basis of our national identity, make a virtuous contribution to the country and do not try to change the country to suit themselves should be treated as guests. Many East Asian immigrants particularly that we have taken in are high-IQ, industrious and have better morals than most of us real Australians. In my view, these people are honoured guests. But they are still guests.
On a concluding note, I don’t hate foreigners. I am actually quite xenophilic. I have non-Australian family and many of my friends are foreigners living here. I am not a white supremacist; indeed, I tend to focus on the failings of my people in comparison to others because I want us to remember our greatness and become what we should have been before we took so many wrong turns. We won this land fair and square, and it belongs to us. We’ve made the best nation on earth out of its ancient, alien soils. As Dorothea Mackeller pointed out so beautifully, we’re not in England anymore. We’re a new nation. We’re still a nation though. We’ve earned it.
The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!
The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land –
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand –
though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
‘My Country’, Dorothea Mackeller, 1904.
Moses is the author of ‘Civilizationism: Why the West is Collapsing & How We Can Save It’. His writing also appears on The Daily Caller and Zero Hedge. He blogs at http://mosesapostaticus.com/.
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