These days, one could argue, are the most difficult time to be a unreconstructed Southron. As much as I have a hard time arguing against that charge, allow me, as an older gentleman, interested in the Alt-Right to offer a little hope. I grew up in rural town an hour outside of Charlotte, North Carolina. As a child of the 80’s, I got to enjoy what was left of late 70’s embrace of (((southern culture))). I parenthesize this because I’m speaking of pop-culture of course. Burt Reynolds had torn off a half dozen or so movies based in the South. Charlie Daniels and Hank Jr. were being played in every other car. The General Lee flew over gullies in an unbelievably dry area of Georgia. It seemed it was okay to claim some sort of Southern heritage. Then it all ended.
Parallel events seemed to happen with reverse effects in America. As racially motivated events bloomed across California – the Rodney King video, trial, ensuing riots, and the OJ media circus almost burned L.A to the ground. Meanwhile, rap had become mainstream, particularly Public Enemy and NWA. Spike Lee rolled out a slew of racially charged movies giving a national platform to black grievances.
As the tide of black consciousness rose – Ruby Ridge, the collapse of the militia movement, and the OKC bombing (and perhaps the Waco siege) essentially squelched any idea of an implicitly white resistance to federal control. This, coupled with the Brady gun law stopped any notion that you could separate yourself or your family from a society that at the time seemed to be falling apart. You were now along for the ride.
You weren’t forgotten about, Southron man. Ken Burn’s The Civil War reminded you that it was all the South’s fault. No matter how emotionally charged the narration of letters of Southern war dead, accompanied by soaring fiddle in the background, rest assured – you are guilty. These things combined, have now boxed you into being a cultural relic. It’s the New South after all. You’re no longer bound by blood and soil. It doesn’t matter your family line spans centuries in this region. You’re merely a consumer under one republic, really an Empire. You’re still not respected, but your money is green like everyone else’s.
As a teen in the 90’s, libertarianism seemed to be the last refuge of white political action. Liberals point out (correctly, I believe) that libertarianism is a safe way to say, “I don’t want to give minorities welfare.” I became what could be as best described as a “fence sitting individualist.” The early 00’s were a good time for that. Opposition to interventionist wars and federal expansion was an easy thing to do all the way up to the housing bubble.
It’s very obvious from here on out, in this timeline, that we’re all familiar with recent history and why most of us are here. The housing bubble wasn’t so much about predatory lending practices. It was more about who took these loans and didn’t pay. Occupy Wall Street wasn’t about ending the Fed. It was more about introducing progressive stack politics and intersectionality into every discussion. The BLM movement was probably the most redpilling moment. Forcing many of us to try to understand how we got to live in this clown world, thus leading us to “hate facts“, /pol, and other online outlets of radical dissent.
I started off this piece stating it is a difficult time to live in the South, but I am hopeful. In my youth I saw no visible outlet for Southerns. Southern Nationalism wasn’t even a concept I was aware of. As little as of three years ago, I had never heard of The League of the South, nor was there a Rebel Yell. I didn’t know anyone who believed in the same things as I do.
All that has changed.
I interact with more people with my sock than my normie feed. I may never meet any any of you face to face, but we can accomplish much. The potential to redpill others on Southern identity is endless. Let’s face it – the South is poz’d as all get out, but hard times create strong men.
If not you, who?
By Robert Hoke and originally published on Identity Dixie.