I drove through part of the ruins of white civilization
the other day. It was horrible. Death was all around me. I could see it. I could
smell it. I could feel it.
was driving a winding route that took me through some of the toniest areas of
California: Malibu, Beverly Hills, Palos Verdes, Newport Beach. These are overwhelmingly
white areas. These are also areas that mostly lack the type of vitality that you
can only find whenever there is teeming life of whatever type or kind. Life was
not here. It was as though I was driving through a well manicured graveyard and
the homes were just big tombstones.
These were barren wastelands full of hamlets of white
wealth and white death. Where were the kids? There were few to be seen. Where
was the laughter of children? Not much could be heard. Where was the chaos of
teeming life? It wasn't in these orderly places. This wasteland is what passes
for upper class white life. It's not life at all. Life isn't orderly and neat.
Death is orderly and neat. Life isn't quiet. Death is quiet. Life isn't about
not yelling and laughing. Death is about not yelling and laughing.
As I drove, I wondered to myself how much of these
dead wastelands were a natural result of essential white genes, and how much were
a result of cultural norms that have gone wrong as a result of things such as
birth control measures, low birthrates, anti-life attitudes disguised as morality,
death religions, false world views and other surface influences that do not (At
least I hope not), truly go to the essence of a people, and which can (I hope),
but only with great struggle, be peeled away like a rotting piece of paper stuck
to a solid oak table.
Will we be able to boldly remove the rot of the ages and start
fresh from our genes on up and reinvent ourselves and our societies and our religions
so that we will be propelled forward through the centuries to come as a new and
reinvigorated people full of life and joy? Or, will our genes drive us to make
the same mistakes that will lead to our extinction? Are we ready to boldly take
our place in the light that is ours for the taking if we but struggle, or are
we still fearful of the things of the dark that have haunted us as a people while
appearing to be something else? Are we just dried up husks even as we are born?
Are we a dead end in evolution because we cannot control our minds to think the
right thoughts that are thoughts of life and expansion instead of the thoughts
of death and contraction?
"Geez, look at that Mexican woman. She's got
five kids in that shopping cart and none of them look older than seven,"
said the old friendly white guy at the pump next to mine, as he pointed at the
woman and her kids moving down the sidewalk.
Well, take care," I said, as I got back in my car and left the scene of white
death that didn't even know it was death. As I drove down the street, I passed
the Mexican woman with her five kids. The woman and her kids were all laughing
about something or other that had nothing to do with me or the guy at the gas
station. Maybe they were just laughing because they were full of life. Maybe white
people will wake up and try to find that simple joy in life once more. Maybe not.
One thing is certain, if white people don't fill the lands in which they live
with their own people, other people will come along and do so with their people.
Nature not only abhors a vacuum, but when it causes life to come into existence,
it wants to fill every nook and cranny with it. And, it doesn't much care what
kind of life. It's up to each type of life to struggle to be the life that fills
all the comfortable nooks and crannies of existence. And if this form of life
doesn't struggle. Another will.
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Advance notice: H. Millards new book:
OURSELVES ALONE & HOMELESS JACKS RELIGION
should be in book stores and at amazon.com by the end of the summer.
Meanwhile, the following are available right now:
TWO BOOKS BY H. MILLARD
Available at finer bookstores, by phone, or on the net.
1. ROAMING THE WASTELANDS |
- (ISBN: 0-595-22811-9)
H. Millards latest sacred cow toppling book, is now
available at Amazon.com by clicking on this link
or by calling 1-877-823-9235.
A funand soberingthing to read - Alamance Independent
2. THE OUTSIDER - (ISBN: 0-595-19424-9)