Poetry and Patriotism

The blonde beast was yawning, stretching, rubbing his tired eyes. A clamor in the distance snapped him to attention. Chants of hatred coming from those who claim to promote love. The erasure of culture by those who promote multiculturalism. Acts of violence committed by those who scream for peace. Yes, it was clamor enough to awaken the gods, and well it may if the noise continues. Something else, however, was awakened that fine, summer day in the Old South. Charlottesville, Virginia made such a noise that the collective soul of a drowsy people was forced from slumber. Kill whitey, some of them screamed while the others marched on, their footsteps echoing deep into the layers of history buried under the city’s concrete. What did the ancestors’ hear?

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.
~Rudyard Kipling

I recited the Wrath of the Awakened Saxon in my mind as I marched through the turbulent streets of Charlottesville that day. I felt it; something had awakened. I wondered as I dodged insults and rocks, what rough beast slouches toward Charlottesville to be born? His name is Saxon, Teuton, Viking, Celt. His name is Conquistador, Roman, Spartan. His name is Western Civilization and he will not be lulled to sleep again.

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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