The Silencing of the Sensible

The Culture is Weaponized Against Us

I cordially loathed my family growing up. It was enormous and seemed to go on forever. Plus it was dull as ditchwater. They were so good. So activist good. So exhortative good. Do good! They cried. Care of and for the self is a trap. Live for others!

They had been good for generations, for centuries. In fact, they had been good for four hundred years in the New World by the time I arrived in their midst. I know this because I have their various diaries and letters, and some of them had been educated with enough time to be able to write, to diary their lives in the new world, in new towns and states and provinces where they settled.

In fact, I can read a book written by my great-great-great uncle, (pen name Junius) that could be whisked out of a 21st century college sophomore’s essays it is so anxious to help the less fortunate, to include the “noble Red Man”, to make well, to help. Except that at the time he was Mayor of St. Catharine’s, and it was 1854. He had Mohawk cousins and was, like his parents and siblings, an Officer on the Underground Railroad. A terminus, in fact.

At 70, a widower again, he took to the Oregon Trail, settled in Portland and opened a hotel. He spent the next 20 years writing a 3,000 page book, if you include documentation, called The Phelps Family of America and Their English Ancestors, With Copies of Wills, Deeds, Letters, and Other Interesting Papers, Coats of Arms and Valuable Records.

Which is what is called a primary document. Fundamental. Not an interpretation by quasi-Marxists or Anglos from Oxbridge. The real real thing.

It is a lost history, which informs us of who we really are. What the original imprint of the founding was. This family and the hundred thousand others were the original imprint of the United States and Canada. Their Christianity[1], their firm belief that all were equal under Christ, was the first time that this idea became actualized in law. All are equal, the immigrant and indigenous, the rich and poor. The powerful and not.

No other faith is as clear as that. All other faiths privilege one group above the other. Even in Catholicism man’s relationship to God is mediated by a clerisy. Not Protestant Christianity. Every roiling of that sect was to overthrow any elect who interpreted God’s law for the masses.

It was the glitch that saved humanity.

The idea of America - all are sacred and equal under law.

My family, or correctly families, were enmeshed in a bewildering web of good people exactly like them. Related to everyone in New England if they arrived before the Revolution, their culture, their dominant culture, not the violence sold on television, not the cruelty, the brutalism, the burning of witches, and oppression of women, was that of striving for Christ’s millennia on earth. It was a weird ecstatic Christianity which bears relation to today’s spiritual awakening. Eventually some got whisked into extreme wealth and the greed for power began. But before that, to a man, woman and child, they were practicing Christians in that it was the center of their lives and informed every charitable, studious and hard-working moment. They were also joyous creatures – I used to stare at them balefully, still burning from their demonstrated disappointment that I wasn’t elbow deep in some charity somewhere. Real Christianity does confer a kind of happiness I’ve seen in no other subculture. And they were happy. Ordered. Prosperous. Charitable. Good. Peaceful. And they never stopped working in their community for others. Not one of them.

By the way, the women in my family were anything but oppressed. They were formidable (best said in a French accent). They were terrifying, they were the glue, the root and ground of the family and the community. Revered. Up until my mother’s generation, they all fed people, every day, who were down on their luck. Even when necessary, out the kitchen door.

Of course, all this has been buried six feet under. Those people, my family, White Settlers, are at the apex of What Is To Be Hated in the world today. Their descendants and those who came after them – the ones who brought medicine, the arts, botany, commerce and trade, financial systems, law, engineering, missionaries, literature, have had their self- confidence stripped, they have been, for decades, shamed at every turn. They have had their righteous pride in what their ancestors achieved, that unduplicated in human history, stamped upon.

Equality under the law was a sacred idea. Now humans are not thought of as sacred. They are disposable when inconvenient. Rational actors only after their own good. Nothing else. Flesh machines designed for the consumption of pleasure. There is, we are told, no such thing as a self-determined sacred being not wedded to a patron, whether multinational or government.

But, as pointed out in Aristotle’s Politics, freedom is entirely based on the fact that the middle class is morally superior to the elite and more stable and reliable than the poor. Its wellbeing and its participation is the only possible foundation of a democratic state. Its health is the only vehicle for sustained prosperity.

Instead of the sanity I grew up in, the new power elite, like every other power elite in history, have created chaos, division, bankruptcy and hatred, something the old ones bent their lives to eliminate. They have spent so much money so irresponsibly, that the entire world teeters daily on the edge of financial ruin. Just one sovereign state defaults on its massive debt and all hell breaks loose.

They are so irresponsible that a new study estimates 20,000,000 have been killed by the untested experimental “vaccine”, with two billion harmed, some irretrievably. Pfizer admitted in European court this week that the vaccine had not been shown to stop the virus before it was released for use. It. Was. Not. Tested.

In my country village, like thousands of other towns and counties, our central park is an open drug market filled with criminals, addicts and the mentally ill. We have no housing for anyone who makes less than $250,000 a year. We cannot even house staff for the hospital or school.

But, during local elections where these things are fixed, the only people who turn up are the marginal, the crazy and those who support marginal ideas. The sensible have ceded the field, not bothering to educate themselves on the issues, not going to meetings, thinking, well, let them have this, because they need it, they deserve to have a shot. Let the environmentalists, the socialists, the woke have a go here. In the real world, they don’t and the real world is evil. We are evil, we made mistakes. This thinking is a dangerous and lazy corruption of the founding metaphysicsl idea, the determined inclusion of the founding.

The world is only evil because we were driven out. Because we allowed ourselves to be driven out, we have lost entire continents of meaning and purpose in our lives.

And when we walked away, the world lost its wisdom.

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[1] Weirdly I can count a dozen founders and signers and Revolutionary Army Generals in my family history. Which means I know the families the men were sheltered by. And every family was Christed. Historians try to asset they were Deists or rationalists, but their characters were formed by and marinated in Christianity, They were not grand, not then. They were normal, ordinary, middle class people. Like all of us.