People still like to mention the fact that the worst part
of Dante's Hell was not fire, but ice. What they have
to skirt around today is exactly who was in that worst
part of Hell.
Today, if you are an American who hates America, you
are a Moral Idealist. Today, if you are a white who hates
whites, you a Moral Idealist. Today, if you are a gentile
who hates gentiles, you are a Moral Idealist. Today, if
you are a Southerner who hates Southerners, you are a
Moral Idealist.
So no one today likes to mention that Dante left the
worst part of Hell for traitors. The most horrible part
of Hell was reserved for the kind of people we now call
Moral Idealists.
I have pointed out how "anti-racist" propaganda today
regards non-whites as less than human. See February 9,
2002 - WHITE ANTIRACISM IS REALLY
VERY RACIST. Colored inferiority is their real attitude
and it underlies everyone's view of race, especially that
of minority "leaders."
In the 1915 movie, "Birth of a Nation," the blacks who
supported Reconstruction were said to be corrupted by
Yankees. The white supremacists who wrote that movie in
1915 could not regard blacks as guilty of anything, any
more than a squirrel could be. Exactly the same thing
is true of today's anti-racists.
When today's liberal says, "It may seem cruel to us,
but it is nature's way," you never know whether he is
talking about what animals are doing or what aboriginal
peoples are doing.
Like today's anti-racist, I have always tended to secretly
believe that only whites are capable of real evil.
So I didn't hate blacks for being dumb blunt objects
to be used by liberals. I detested anti-white whites,
though. For my entire life, some form of self-hatred has
been regarded as The Only True Morality among white gentiles,
and especially American white gentiles.
If a movement with all the inducements of helping my
family had recruited this depressed teenager in the 1950s,
I would have gone after the people I, like Dante, hated
most in the world, the traitors. Those Southerners like
Ralph McGill or Tom Wicker would have been spread all
over the sidewalk with me in a grotesque but ultimate
form of integration.
So I am not writing this for the sake of the Palestinians.
I am writing it to others from the 1950s who were young
people going through that long night of knowing what was
coming and watching the traitors thrive.
I write it for all of us who, despite all the attacks
and the incentives to become traitors, remembered what
the battle was all about.
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