The Republic, also known as the United States of America, is thrashing around like a headless giantess under President Trump.
She lurches to and fro, trembling all over as her handlers bicker and scream at each other.
Ordinary citizens struggle to hold on as she reels and sways crazily, a rudderless ship listing dangerously first to port, then to starboard.
She threatens to tear herself apart at her sinews.
And now the fear has come. Unspoken, a dread has entered the national consciousness, an old terror.
The words ‘civil war’ are spoken, although in jest or in mere allusion, but the weight behind them cannot be denied.
Some of the US populace cling to the idea of Robert Swan Mueller III charging into the fray like an elderly knight, an Arthurian Sir who will lance the dragon on his spear and save us all.
Others cling to the idea of the midterm elections lifting us from this hellish nightmare (inflicted upon us by raging, drooling, spitting white people bent on punishing the world).
If by some miracle these things succeed, we could very well survive this, along with the Republic, whose darkest hour to date now comes.
Doubtless, the Republic has earned this karmic retribution: bloody, destructive civil war would mirror the loss of life Native American Removal and African Slavery incurred, to say nothing of the American Empire’s wars overseas to establish cultural hegemony.
Everyone drinks Coca-Cola from the bottle, as Americans will brag at you endlessly, but only after being compelled to do so by the various arms of American Imperialism.
The Republic has always been a White Nationalist dream; a testament to the power of the White Man.
In one hand, the gun, slaying all that oppose him. In the other hand, a tool, building Civilization from Nothing, like a Demigod. The word stamped on his brow: Superiority.
Such is the myth of America. The Founding Fathers, the Pilgrims, the Revolution, the Opening of the Frontier, these are all invitations to wonder at the majesty and glory of the White Man.
Recently, Donald Trump tweeted a pernicious White Nationalist myth intended to portray Black people’s self-actualization as an example of our savage, bestial nature.
He claimed that the South African government was stealing the land of White farmers and having them slaughtered.
The image is lurid and bloody, intended to rile up white nationalist anger.
To understand this myth, one must now examine Africa.
Africa is not just a country; it is a standard, a dream, a legend. To the White and Black races, it means two different myths.
For us, it is the Land of Hope and Glory, much like Jerusalem. It is a holy sanctuary, deified by the flesh and blood of our ancestral people. It is joy and pain, suffering and ecstasy, all at once, a story of a past time when we rose from the ashes of the early humans who went before us, and cemented the place of H. Sapiens Sapiens for ever in the annals of history.
For White people, it is an ugly monstrosity, a challenging monster to be tamed, full of savage creatures that look and move and make sounds like humans, but ultimately are not human but devil-like beasts, rapacious, greedy, vicious, passionate, insatiably lustful. “Darkest Africa”, wrote the early colonialists.
Africa, to the White man, is a Hades, a Gehenna, a Fiery Pit, where God is blind and Satan rules in his city of Dis. This white nationalist myth continues this narrative.
Their agitprop takes on the spectral quality of the Bardo Thodol, or the Tibetan book of the Dead, with its depictions of the Lord of Karma’s demons tearing one’s body.
“Strike! Slay!” scream the black-skinned Demons of Mara, as the white people are slaughtered and butchered. Rivers of blood. Torn white flesh. A horrifying picture indeed.
This image has been used to mobilize white Nationalism before. Dylan Roof wore the colors of Rhodesia, flashpoint of the bloody Rhodesian Bush War, just before killing innocent black people at church in cold blood.
The Rhodesian Bush War has become a byword in White Nationalist circles for the atrocity of White people killing us for daring to oppose them and reassert our claim to Africa.
It is spoken about in hushed, reverent tones, and depicted as a heroic last stand of White Humanity against the disarray and horror of Darkest Africa.
Thus, the name and image of Africa is used as a standard to call white nationalists to arms, to invoke them into performing atrocities against us.
Trump’s indistinct yelling about Africa came moments after his confidante Michael Cohen pled Guilty, tightening the noose around the President’s neck.
President Trump’s endorsement of white nationalists proves he will mobilize them if his power is threatened, ensuring violence and a complete fracture of the United States.
One need only glance at a 2016 Election Map to see where the battle lines will be drawn. The danger is not even at its height yet: the things that Liberals bitterly hope will save us will only increase Trump’s rage, and the fury of his white nationalist base.
The things they hope will save us may well spell out the doom of our Republic and ourselves. Like the Phoenix, I am certain we will rise anew from the ashes, but it embitters me to think that it never had to be like this.
This was avoidable.
Raion knows the way.
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