And the Warriors Will March On

We have all heard it: America is a nation of immigrants and should accept more immigrants! The charge is foolish at best. This country was not originally a nation of immigrants; it wasn’t even a country but a land mass with no established governmental entity to be an immigrant unto. No, our first Americans were not immigrants. They were explorers, conquerors, pioneers, and settlers. It was they who made immigration possible.

Still, the “nation of immigrants” charge has become a veritable mantra of the left. I wonder, would they have said that to the Cherokee? They were the principle tribe in the area where I live now and they were not here first. No, they displaced other tribes and often brutally so. On one mountain in north Georgia, Fort Mountain, local legend (recorded by an anthropologist in the eighteenth century as well as other sources) tells us that a mysterious group of light-haired and “moon-eyed” whites lived there until the Cherokee began to settle the area and then? The Cherokee removed them, got rid of them, drove them off the land; pick a euphemism. Other tribes were “replaced” as well. So much for diversity.    https://www.legendsofamerica.com/ga-fortmountain/

Gradually, the conquering tribes found themselves on the defensive rather than the offensive side of the land grab, and defend they did. The bottom line is this: if the indigenous populations who preceded European settlers had had the wherewithal and the resources to successfully resist the white man’s encroachment on their lands, they certainly would have done so. As it is, they put up a ferocious fight and very nearly won; for this they deserve our immortal respect. Still, they lost. At least this was a declared battle; one knew one’s enemy and was not shamed into simply accepting defeat.

What is happening now is entirely different. And if it wasn’t? So what. Everyone has the right to resist invasion, to resist the removal of their culture, to resist the replacement or even extinction of their race. Indeed, every race has the right to protect itself by any means necessary. Waving a flag of virtue within sight of the native will do neither race any good. If they were allowed to defend themselves ~ and I’ve heard no warriors for social justice decry a single scalping or settlement burning ~ we too can defend ourselves. At the least, the white man was forthright in his intention. He did not arrive looking to be coddled while promising to assimilate. No, he stepped off the boat with gun in hand and planted a flag. Though friendships and alliances were undoubtedly made, and broken, the lines between red and white were clear.  In this underhanded, scheming mess we see today, the battle has not even been declared and those who would exterminate the white man go on pretending that any who smell smoke are imagining things.

Those of us paying attention smell smoke. We see flames. We will not be shamed into silence. Like those who preceded us, we will put up one hell of a fight. Some of those who met us here centuries ago stalked these woods with belts of dripping scalps, necklaces of severed ears, blades in hand. Should they apologize? Hell no! They should remind the weak-kneed tolerance babblers that they were not simply trading turquoise beads and smoking peace pipes when whitey landed – to pretend they were victims and nothing more is an insult to their warriors’ souls. These proud folk defended their land, their way of life, and their race. Why should today’s Americans do any less?

To capitulate to invasion is not just cowardice, it is madness. To accept with open arms those huddled masses who arrive with one hand out for alms while the other hand clutches a knife under a hijab is not just naivety, it is suicide. Should a social justice warrior crawl out from under the rats in the woodpile and throw down on your path an illusive moral imperative to tolerate, accept, even embrace a so-called immigrant, simply step over their nonsense and march on. The battle is not on the horizon. It is here.

Rachel Summers
Known as the Dropout Philosopher, Rachel Summers walked away from the Ivory Tower, spent a year in a motorcycle mechanics program, and started research for her first novel, CondAmnation, in a local Harley Davidson shop. Her novels are what some have called a journey into antinomian mysteriosophy, where socially sanctioned morality is turned on its head in order to shake out just a few drops of enlightenment.

Summers holds degrees in History, Comparative Religions, English Literature, and Philosophy but ran afoul of academia when her dissertation proposal was rejected as something that might cause a scandal or, worse yet, cause the check-signing alumni to sign fewer checks. Welcomed to stay and write if she accepted a pre-approved project, she chose to leave and vowed to cause a scandal indeed, whether with pen or sword. She is currently writing her fourth novel as well as articles for the Revolutionary Conservative; thus far, the sword remains sheathed.
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