that makes him unsuitable raw material for productive eitizenshiprnin the coming global Utopia. He holds fast to the creed ofrnthe Mississippian: “‘A man ought to fear God, and mind his ownrnbusiness. He should be respectful and courteous to all women;rnhe should love his friends and hate his enemies. He should eatrnwhen he is hungry, drink when he is thirsty, dance when he isrnmerry . . . and knock down an’ man who questions his right torntiiese privileges.”rnSelf-protection is the hallmark of traditional Southerners ofrnAnglo-Celtic descent, and if we are to survive, or better yet, prevail,rnas a distinct people, then we are going to have to rekindlernthe spirit of defiance that burned within the hearts of our ancestors,rnfrom Wallace and Bruce to Lee and Forrest. Unless wernarc willing to be unswerving in our devotion to furthering therninterests of our own kith and kin, we shall be absorbed into arnmulticultural nightmare in which our identity will be destroyed.rnNo other ethnic or racial group in America (or thernworld) hesitates to defend its own. It is a ‘ain hope that EuropeanrnAmericans in general will call forth the courage to developrnan ethnic and cultural consciousness as a means of advancingrntheir own interest and well-being. For one thing, there arerntoo many outstanding historical grievances from both the Oldrnand New^ worlds that still exacerbate tensions among the variousrnEuropean ethnic groups. For another, Americans of Europeanrnancestry have been subjected to an effective campaign ofrnantiwhite, anti-Western brainwashing that has rendered themrnincapable of defending their birthright.rnAt present, it appears that the best chance we have of savmgrnat least part of our Western patrimony from the clutches of thernNew World Order is to raise the most recent banner of thernSouthern Anglo-Celts—the starry St. Andrews Cross—andrnhope that we can rally that particular group to serve as a nucleusrnfor the revitalization of a general European cultural hegemony.rnBarring parts of the Western United States, the rest ofrnthe country lacks both the will and the ethnic and cultural cohesivenessrnto act decisively. Only in the South, and particularlyrnthe rural South, is there a sufficiently large population rootedrnin the old ways to allow for a successful movement against thernforces of global reconstruction.rnIn reflecting on our current plight, I am reminded of thernwords of Donald Davidson in his 1984 essay The Center ThatrnHolds:rnWe ha’e come to the moment of self-consciousness…rnwhen a w^-riter awakes to realize what he and his peoplerntrulv are, in comparison with what they are being urgedrnto become. . . . The Southerner does not have to labourrnto learn some things. We already know, from the start,rnwho we are, where we are, where we belong, what we livernby, what we li’e for. That priceless inheritance is somethingrngiven to us. But in the thoroughly modernized, anti-rntraditional society, it is not given; it can be achieved, ifrnat all, only after long struggle. It is exactly what the apostlesrnof the new Reconstruction, in the pseudoscientificrnlanguage of the modern power-state, are saying wc mustrnnot ha’e, must give up if we do have it.rnShould we fail to rally our people in the South to a defensernof a historic blood-and-soil nation, wc shall have had a hand inrnfulfilling Thomas Babington Macaulay’s dire prophecy. Inrnwriting to an American friend in 1857, Maeaulay predicted:rn”Your republic will be laid waste by barbarians in the 20th centuryrnas the Roman Empire was in the 5th—with this difference:rn. . . that your Huns and Vandals will have been engenderedrnwithin your own country by your own institutions.”rnThe defense of civilization has never been easy or cheap. Ifrnwc are to succeed against the new barbarian hordes. Southernersrnmust call forth the moral fortitude to reassert our own dominancernin our own land. When the armed globalists come callingrnat some future time to usher us into the New World Order,rnthen we will have to consider whether to take the good andrnpractical advice of that fierce Southern man of action, NathanrnBedford Forrest. I shall alter his words but slightly to fit thernlooming situation: “Shoot everything in [U.N.J blue and keeprntheskeeron.” crnHousesrnby Ruth Moosern”There is a house in Massachusetts built entirely ofrnnewspaper. Made of 215 thicknesses of newspaper, allrnthe furniture is of newspaper too.”rn—Associated PressrnOn an August afternoon,rntwo kids, vacation wagonrnstrapped with tent and tarprnwe followed the guidebook’srnvoice to a handmade housernthat looked like logs but smallerrnand more of them. So many, in fact,rnI felt dizzy at the thought of onernman’s life spent collecting and rollingrnsealing in the news grown oldrnafter an hour. Turning and turningrnhis secret into sticks for walls andrnfloor, table, chairs, even a grandfatherrnclock who stopped, refusedrnto be part of someone’s obsessionrnturning paper into wood when everyonernknows it’s supposed to be the other way.rnInside and out, bed and dresserrndrawers, a china bowl besidernthe door with a dollar seedingrndonations. Tliere we werernlooking for anything freernso damp hot wc left four onesrnand held the kids, hugged themrnhard, so grateful we hadrnmore to do than roll newspapersrnto leave from a lifetime.rnMARCH 1997/23rnrnrn