I want you to think of America long ago: Wild Floridian beaches, virgin white sands kissed by crystal waters. Dark forests & shining rivers in the north, long before Virginia had a name. Vast plains, majestic, stretching to the Western deserts.
I have long been an apologist for our European ancestors who conquered this land. The notion that we do not deserve this land because it was conquered is a notion born of weakness. To my mind, conquest is the only moral justification for dominion, even more so than birthright. And yet I wonder at times whether our ancestors were a breed apart – and whether we deserve to hold this land at all.
These wild Floridian beaches: Have they been improved by resorts, bars, and convenience stores?
These dark Virginia forests: Have they been made better with strip malls, parking lots, and banks?
Are the Great Plains now better for the vast urban sprawl, the Grand Canyon for its tourism?
When I undertook my pilgrimage in 2013, I had an epiphany I will never forget. Riding outside of Oklahoma City in the back of a pickup truck,
I saw a sign reading “Tecumseh.” It’s strange, but before that moment I suppose I never really comprehended the magnitude of the tragedy that befell the Amerindians. But there, looking over the plains and hills that were once Indian territory, I saw houses and trucks, paved roads and fences. And I finally understood what it meant for the Amerindian to lose his land, to be forced out, gunned out, crowded out, cheated out of his land by a horde of foreign invaders.
And what have we done with that land? And what have we White Americans accomplished as a race since forcing out another race from their home? Have we flourished as gods? Or have we simply been content to fester, to breed, to coagulate, to live simply and without purpose? Our fathers believed in Manifest Destiny and conquered; and here we swarm like maggots, without any purpose beyond the day.
We White Americans – those of us who still feel any love for our homeland, our ancestors, our traditions at all – witness now a new invasion of this land. It is an invasion not of wagons & steel, but of simple demographics. The world’s billions now descend upon the land our ancestors conquered, and they need neither horse nor sword to take it: we see our “leaders” hand it to them freely, eagerly.
Today is Thanksgiving Day. Today we all must suffer the intolerable chorus of pathetic fools lamenting the conquest of the Americas by the white man. And while we may complain to ourselves that these fools are simply fools, the fact is that this very phenomenon is evidence of our weakness: it is a clarion call in the wild chaos, warning us that we have lost our way.
“If a people no longer possesses the energy or the will to maintain itself in the sphere of politics, the latter will not thereby vanish from the world. Only a weak people will disappear.” The question is whether we deserve to keep America or not. The answer to that depends on whether we have the strength to fight for it.
 The Black Pilgrimage (2016)
 Carl Schmitt, The Concept of the Political (1932)