When the dust settles, the question is not really one of whose strategy is best, or of who gets credit for successes and failures. The question is, Are we there yet?
Are our children entering a world that hates them simply for being white? Are they doomed to schools where their heterosexuality makes them conspicuously unwanted? Are they walking into workplaces where their Christian faith makes them the objects of ridicule and arbitrary termination? At this point in history, the answer is yes. The way that Western societies are set up makes children of European descent liable to discrimination in academic admissions, paid employment, and access to health care and housing, and denies them the rights promised by every code of so-called human rights — to be themselves and not face persecution because of it. You and I know that if a college student organizes a group explicitly based on love for European and Western identity, it is likely that his college administration will deny his group the ability to exist, a place to meet, or security in case of violent opposition. Most Christian groups also are being forced out of the protected place they have occupied since the formation of our countries. Heterosexuality and calling a sin a sin is the excuse. Fifty years ago our racially-conscious grandparents gave up their whites-only spaces in order to continue to try and operate in the public sphere. Now will their grandchildren give up their heterosexual-only spaces in order to be granted a place at the degenerate table?
Are we yet in that world where white men can go to work and not have to keep their lips tightly shut for fear of offending the many women who work beside and over them? Are we in that world in which our boys can grab a young girl’s hand and ask her to go to the dance, or to help her across the street, or catch her when she trips over the curb, and not get accused of sexual harassment? Are we in that world in which women can be mothers who raise their kids in the fear of God and keep a home they can be proud for their husbands to come home to — because he makes an actual living wage that supports not only their bare necessities but provides for a plentiful Christmas, a family vacation to the mountains, and a trip to see Mt. Rushmore before the kids grow up? Are we in that world yet where cruising the Craigslist ads and Indeed.com is a thing of the past for all but the most inexperienced and young would-be workers? Are we in that world in which our elders don’t have to fear living off of cat food, or going without certain medicines because pharmaceutical companies charge them far beyond what is necessary? Are we in that world in which ordinary Christians and not just millionaires can fulfill the proverb, that a good man leaves an inheritance for his children’s children?
Are we there yet? Can the Gospel be preached in our churches without reference to Martin Luther King, Jr. and Mahatma Gandhi and Winston Churchill and Nelson Mandela, except as cautionary tales? Can we sit in our pews in Sunday hats and Easter dresses and suits and ties as if the faith of our fathers still lived and that their sacrifices had not been dropped into the memory hole of history? Can we still dream that European man could conquer the stars, explore the polar regions, plumb the oceans’ depths, invent life-saving cures, create technologies that improve our planet for generations to come, and do it all in the name of the God who brought Columbus to the New World, gave Luther and Gutenberg the mantle of history-makers, and led the pioneers to conquer the American West?
Can we climb Mt. McKinley, swim in the Florida Keys, hike the French Alps, fly across the European homeland, trek the Andes, brave the Arctic and Antarctic, and navigate the Mediterranean, Pacific, and Atlantic, as if we had nothing to fear and everything to gain? As if there were no well-armed, Zionist-controlled governments backing up the Muslim invaders swarming our borders, the Indian tribes asserting dominion over our lands, and the eco-freaks barring us from the planet God gave to us?
There is no going back to the 1850s or 1950s, but there is no stopping us from going forward to the 2050s. And when we get there, to that time when our statisticians predict white people will be a minority in the nations that belong to us, what will we find? Will we find what they gleefully forecast — Our doom? Or will we find that world which is the only moral and acceptable one that we can leave to our children and grandchildren? The only one that does justice to our ancestors? The only one worth living and fighting for?
Most people are willing to put their differences aside, be teachable, and make compromises for the greater good. I know not and care not what strategy, thinker, or plan works best. I care not for who gets the credit. I intensely care, however, about whether we get to that world or not. That is the only future worth taking another breath for. And should we fall short of it, there will be no pain, no torment, no snark, no sarcasm, no blackpilled pity or blame worth an ounce of consolation compared to the awful reality of that living hell — of having failed our ancestors, our living loved ones, and our posterity yet to come.
A world worth living in can be ours. There is greatness in what God can do with mere mortals. We of all people should know this, for our ancestors have done unimaginable feats of heroism and beauty by the grace and power of the Lord Jesus Christ. Despite what we’ve been brainwashed and conditioned to think, our place is not last place. Our place is not the back seat. Our place is not as the bridesmaid. Our place is the winner’s circle. The gold medal podium. The victor’s laurel. The beloved, beautiful bride. It is your place — our people’s place — our loved ones’ place.
Are we there yet? No, I didn’t think so. Let’s get back to work.