The Little European Town of Bethlehem

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. –Luke 2: 7-16


After the Southern War for Independence, there were a number of Southern writers and statesmen who stepped forth to defend the South. The best defenses came, in my judgment, from men like R. L. Dabney, Thomas Nelson Page, and John Sharp Williams, who saw the War Between the States as a battle for Christian civilization with the race issue as the paramount issue:

But there was something else, and even a greater cause than local self-government, for which we fought. Local self-government temporarily destroyed may be recovered and ultimately retained. The other thing for which we fought is so complex in its composition, so delicate in its breath, so incomparable in its symmetry, that, being once destroyed, it is forever destroyed. This other thing for which we fought was the supremacy of the white man’s civilization in the country which he proudly claimed his own… — John Sharp Williams

What men such as Williams, Dabney, and Page saw from their Christian perspective was that to succumb to the forces of racial Babylon, which is what surrender to the Northern aggressor entailed, was to succumb to the devil. I think the subsequent actions of the liberals after the war have proven Williams, Page, and Dabney to be correct. The uncivil Civil War was about race and faith, and states’ rights was only a minor issue stemming from those two larger and intertwined issues.

The Christian defense of the South was not the majority defense. In later years, the defense took the form of the states’ rights issue as articulated by Basil L. Gildersleeve in his book, The Creed of the Old South 1865-1915. But with all due respect to the classical scholars such as Gildersleeve, who always seem to mistake a piece of the pie for the whole pie, it seems obvious, from my prejudiced Christian perspective, that Williams, Page, and Dabney saw the issues clearly and Gildersleeve did not. Certainly regional autonomy is important, but why is it important? It is important because our kith and kin reside in a particular region. We can’t allow the stranger to invade or govern our homes. But if we follow the logic of Gildersleeve and his fellow classicists, we cannot defend our people from racial amalgamation. Mere geographical proximity does not make a people. The South land was nothing until white Christian Europeans came and infused their spirit and blood into the land itself. Then, and only then, did the south become The South. A black man could live in the South ten thousand years, but he would never be a Southerner, just as a black man born and bred in England could never be a true bred Englishman. Our racial home is our spiritual home: regional boundaries exist to protect our racial hearth. If those of other colors and other faiths are allowed to become one with us just because they live in the same region, then we have no homeland. A Moslem France is not France, an integrated multi-racial South is not The South, and a colored Europe is not Europe. This was the common, instinctive wisdom of the European people before they exchanged their instincts for statistics and science. Now, according to liberal lights, a patriot loves the people, and “the people” are the colored races.

The American Civil War was an attempt by the Jacobins of the North to extinguish Christian Europe in the Northern Hemisphere by making the negroes “the people” and then deifying them. They did not fully complete their triumph until the 1950’s when the Christian opposition to racial Babylon ceased and a new breed of Christian clergymen became the leading proponents of racial Babylon. And so it remains today, not only in the South, but throughout all of Europe. The Dabneys, the Pages, and the Williamses – the defenders of the white race and the Christian faith – have disappeared and been replaced by the negro-worshipping, white-hating clergy. The only resistance to racial Babylon is no resistance, because it doesn’t come from Christian sources, it comes from the pagan Right who want an equality of colors within a secularized state. Such a state is not possible. Men will find a God to worship. The liberals left Christianity behind them, but they did not remain secularized. They embraced the sacred negro. What force can the pagan Right call upon to counter the liberals’ faith?

There is moral force sufficient to defeat the statistically overwhelming hordes of colored barbarians and technocratic liberals, in the people of Old Europe. But if the Europeans reject their race, they will never know the God of their race who provided them with the moral force to fight the devil and all his works. The Ghost of Christmas Past bid Scrooge place his hand on his (the Ghost’s) heart. At that moment Scrooge began to see. Our people of long ago lived in a different world than we live in now, because they placed their hands on the heart of the Christ Child. Once that divine-human connection was made, the people of Europe became the Christ-bearers, the people who had seen a great light. The modern Europe of Science, statistics, and the negro has no light in it. There is no Christmas in Babylon. Let us look to the Star of Bethlehem, the guiding light of our people, and leave the darkness of Babylon forever.

There is a real life hell much darker than Dante’s fictional hell. It is the hell of a world that is made in the image of academia, a place where Satan reigns supreme through his satanically created demi-gods of color. To go from that world to the Christian Europe in which the Christ Child was honored and loved is to pass from darkness to light just as the repentant Scrooge passed from his hate-filled world of darkness to the light of Christ’s love when he crossed the doorstep of his nephew’s house. There was feasting, laughter, and love in that house because it was tenanted by people who loved the Christ Child. So did all the ancient Europeans and so should we, this Christmas and every Christmas. +

Scrooge was better than his word.  He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did NOT die, he was a second father.  He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world.  Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms.  His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.

He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived upon the Total Abstinence Principle, ever afterwards; and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge.  May that be truly said of us, and all of us!  And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless Us, Every One! –  Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol

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