The Whites of Dover Beach

The slavish celebrations of Nelson Mandela remind me of how many heroes now adored by the West are its enemies. Other saints like MLK and Ghandi.

And of how uncelebrated are those who brought down the Communists. A major event in world history which is treated as if it never happened.

But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

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Update. South African expatriate Collin Liddel, a very Right guy, has some telling words about the power that the Mandelas and the Obamas of this world have: their capacity to attract the projections of the Whites, who, in the end, put them where they are.

A great line:

here at least Mandela was in the right, for in a war between races there are no civilians, there are no individuals, there are no numbers to be put into the Grand Golden Humanitarian Scales (presumably kept in a cabinet in the Hague and periodically polished by the tears of liberals, Christians, and internationalists).

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