CELEBRATING BLACK HISTORY MONTH

Going Black for a Month

I have to thank Sainsbury’s for reminding me that this is Black History Month. Somehow it had slipped into the interstices between Covid pronouncements and the apparent nearby eschaton, until brought back to its proper place in our consciousness by large, unavoidable posters; correctly, Black history trumps all other issues for a month. To this end, then, I have been considering this topic as they insist; setting aside all tempting thoughts to explore the whys and hows a grocery business shows such a specific interest, really quite unconnected to the business of grocery.

Before entering the meat and produce aisles, so to speak, we note that Black is rather more tightly defined than it is often commonly used; here meaning a negro or someone of identifiable (however slightly) negro inheritance. Exploring this history as it is presented by, and through, Black History Month is, of course, very interesting, although probably not in the way the promotors wish it – for the inescapable conclusion is of a race (or peoples) generally lacking agency. It is as if they had never stepped on history’s big wheel of fortune and were thusly always at the bottom of any list (certain athleticisms and violence excepted), subject to the whim and patronage of ethnic others. This finds compensating expression as historical fabrication, personal denial and cultural complaint – to which end BHM is dedicated, especially the latter. Dare one think it? - but the whole initiative smacks of the racism it seeks to counter. Considered as history, BHM is dense in misrepresentation, when not outright lies, and finds a happy partner (co-conspirator) in mainstream media, especially movies – considering just our own history, who has not noted the anachronistic presence of, for example, negro nobles in medieval England, or as (possibly female) Scottish clan chiefs.¹

However, regardless of the genuine interest to be found in studying Black history, as it is presented to us in the West (its target audience, after all), it is largely a history of complaint directed against ethnic Europeans; predicated on our alleged racism (apparently history’s worst crime and a top- bottom spot again claimed for the collective us!) and built upon slavery and imperialism. Its real end purpose is to plant the worm of resentment or guilt, respectively. And this is what it does - brilliantly. The unfalsifiable claim of systemic racism whirls around our head and ethnic organisations control what we are allowed to say and think. At this point I return to the point of this blog:

As adults, we may come to see a pattern taking shape around the issue of race and understand something of its methods and nefarious intent; perhaps even, if we have the stomach to look, the architects and puppetmeisters will emerge from behind their false names. And they are not Black. Indeed, as a wider cultural phenomenon, BHM is only tangentially connected to Black history. We, though, can then process this according to our want and ability. And thus see Sainsbury’s’ reminder to celebrate Black history in light of this knowledge.

However, our children have no such power. For them, there can be no understanding of context -only the message. Those parents who believe that this context may be created in school lessons deserve an assembly award for innocence; the context will be the North Atlantic slave trade, our wealth built on cruelty and blood, the denial of Black achievement and the US Civil Rights Movement transposed to Scotland. Consider, then, the not so subtle programming of the big poster as the child does, and how they realise, without the words, that this connects to adverts, lawsuits, race hustlers, media chat, BBC Newsround topics and endless racist-themed movies. The message reinforced in school lessons, assemblies, workshops; all of which lead them to the inevitable conclusion – everything is racism.

Let us look at BHM through the child’s eyes, as the poster reminds them. Noted first off; the privilege of having your own history month:

# If you are Black – your ancestors were slaved and otherwise mistreated by the ancestors of those whom you live among, and who carry on the tradition – as claimed daily. Reparations (cash only, please) would be a good start, but the real outcome is victimhood. And this is not a good approach to life.

# If you are some variety of Asian, for some reason you don’t get a history month or even day, although you still get victimised by the same White racists whose bigotry is so deeply embedded as to cancel out anything they may say or do, even in contradiction to the thesis. Your reparations, alas, are a generation away, but in compensation your ancestors’ slaving, and any relatives’ current sex slaving, will be swept under the magic carpet.

# If you are African, but not a negro, (e.g., an Egyptian or Libyan) then we have a bit of a problem with your celebration; as you guys are not Black, strongly choose not to be associated in any way with sub-Saharan Blacks and were (still) infamous slavers. However, all is not lost, as you are still victims of White racism and can join in an anti-White kicking.

# If you are Chinese Asian, this must feel like ‘you can gtf!’

# And if you are White, you are somehow the cause and the future of all this bigotry. And the whole point of your life is to make amends and make sure ethnic others feel good about themselves.

Can you discern the trajectory of all this? Our children absorb the programming unfiltered and ping it back to us for approval – it’s pure NLP warfare.

Can you not see it? Hidden behind the Black History Month, gaslighting and lies, anti-White smear campaigns and psychological attack. This is all-arms war directed against every part of our culture and social life, and especially our schools.The creation of perpetual racial outrage using our children, of whatever ethnicity, as little slave soldiers to lead us incrementally, but inexorably, into Third World degradation of the public space and accompanying insecurity. Check the Swedes for how this ends.²  

As a race, we have not evolved to deal with stuff like this and don’t know how to defend ourselves, far less our children, against it. The study of Black history teaches us a lesson, endlessly repeated; learn how to match your enemy, or be crushed.

What think ye?

1.  Referencing the MacGregors, the blackest tribe in Scottish history.

2. I’ve got a book on this topic. It’s printed on very nice paper. See top of page.

GRACEFUL; A GIFT

 

A Gift in the Viewing

Graceful; a lovely sounding adjective, and a quality full of gift-having and gift-giving.

For the teacher observer it is most wonderful to observe this in action in a little girl - invariably its highest expression - where deftness of movement takes on a balletic quality and unintentionally displays the innocent equivalent to the high style of a lady. This perfection of poise carries over to stillness, with no loss of marvel and power. The same gracefulness in little boys translates to a miniature musketeer. Properly considered, the graceful is the means whereby the numinous enters our life; a small sort of golden moment by which beauty suddenly and naturally reveals itself in the otherwise mundane life of school.

The expression of such gracefulness is not only a delight to the grateful observer, but a positive power to the holder. Alas, although this is a natural attribute of young children, it seems to be fighting against cultural trends. For it does seem that modern sofa-bound habits, and slovenly templates displayed in screen life, have conspired to deny and even denigrate this quality to those who need it most. And parents and teachers, themselves victims of a lamentable lack of instruction in this regard, pass the same habits of movement, posture and expression to their children, as can be seen at handing over time daily -it is as if EastEnders has come to the playground!

As adults we need to fight back against this trend, in order to properly empower our girl children. Grace and charm are not signs of feminine weakness, but of essence. Nor is a soldierly bearing in little boys evidence of an unwholesomely masculine home life, but rather of boyness encouraged. Luckily, though, where degeneracy has taken from nature, correct instruction can return it.

As we note:

Marie de Guise Academy in Leith, having abolished tolerance, is replacing it with daily gracefulness. The girls practice walking, sitting and various charming gestures of assent; the boys marching and standing to attention in silence. It seems to be working, as press reports confirm the Venetian ambassador’s words in his attempt to purchase the children for the Doge:

Che ragazze affascinanti avete in Scozia. E i tuoi ragazzi scozzesi sono così dignitosi. Vorrei che avessimo questi bambini a Venezia.

What think ye?