White Privilege

Rembrandt. Carrying of the cross

“The way I’ve been obliged to see it is this: our ideas and instincts work upon our memory of these people who have lived before us, and so they take on some clarity of outline. It’s not to our credit to think we began today, and it’s not to our glory to think we end today. All through time we keep coming in to the shore like waves—like waves. You stick to your blood, son; there’s a certain fierceness in blood that can bind you up with a long community of life.”

So Red the Rose by Stark Young


The Reverend – let us leave his name and denomination a blank – was eighty-five years old. He had been put out to pasture, so to speak, when he was seventy. He was still in good health, but it was his church’s policy to retire their clergy at age seventy unless there was some pressing reason for them to continue in their duties. In the case of Reverend Everyman there was no pressing need for him. In his fifteen years of retirement he had never once been asked to substitute for any of the still functioning clergy, but this past August was different. Summer vacations and COVID-19 had diminished the ranks of the available clergy. The powers that be in the Reverend’s church decided, “Let’s get old Rev. Everyman to fill in one Sunday.”

“Is he available?” a junior clergyman asked.

“Certainly,” his superior replied, “He is just sitting around collecting dust, so let’s dust him off and put him in the pulpit this Sunday. What harm can he do?”

So on August 16, 2020, the Reverend Everyman stepped out of retirement. At first, nothing unusual happened; the Reverend went smoothly through the service. He did all the readings himself because he had no assisting clergyman and he did not want the laity to read. After he read the Gospel, which was John 9, the story of the man who was born blind, the Reverend stepped up to the pulpit to deliver his sermon, his homily, or his commentary, whatever you prefer to call it. First he greeted the faithful, introducing himself because he had never done a service in this particular church before and wishing them all a pleasant summer – the usual formalities. Then he presented his homily/sermon.

“There are two great miracles in the story of the man born blind. The first is the miracle of God’s grace: He has compassion for the man born blind and cures his blindness. That is the obvious miracle. We can all see that miracle. But there is a second miracle in this story that we often overlook. That is the miracle of God’s grace working within the heart of an individual human being. After the man born blind receives his sight, he faces incredible pressure to deny the Man who restored his sight. We must remember what it entailed for a Jew at that time to be cast out of the synagogue. The synagogue was the Jew’s social and religious life. The parents of the man born blind were unwilling to take the risk of being cast out of the synagogue. Yet, their son did take that risk. He spoke back to the Pharisees and defended the man who had given him his sight:

Then said they to him again, What did he to thee? how opened he thine eyes? He answered them, I have told you already, and ye did not hear: wherefore would ye hear it again? will ye also be his disciples?

Then they reviled him, and said, Thou art his disciple; but we are Moses’ disciples. We know that God spake unto Moses: as for this fellow, we know not from whence he is.

The man answered and said unto them, Why herein is a marvellous thing, that ye know not from whence he is, and yet he hath opened mine eyes. Now we know that God heareth not sinners: but if any man be a worshipper of God, and doeth his will, him he heareth. Since the world began was it not heard that any man opened the eyes of one that was born blind. If this man were not of God, he could do nothing.’

“And then the Pharisees cast the man born blind out of the synagogue. Now, we come to the great moment. When Christ hears that the man born blind has been cast out of the synagogue, He seeks him out:

Jesus heard that they had cast him out; and when he had found him, he said unto him, Dost thou believe on the Son of God?

He answered and said, Who is he, Lord, that I might believe on him?

And Jesus said unto him, Thou hast both seen him, and it is he that talketh with thee.

And he said, Lord, I believe. And he worshipped him.

And Jesus said, For judgment I am come into this world, that they which see not might see; and that they which see might be made blind.

And some of the Pharisees which were with him heard these words, and said unto him, Are we blind also?

Jesus said unto them, If ye were blind, ye should have no sin: but now ye say, We see; therefore your sin remaineth.

“In these two miracles, which are intertwined, we see our faith embodied. Our Lord shows us His divine compassion, and we respond to His divine compassion. Ah, but as Hamlet says, “There’s the rub.” Do we, in 2020, respond to God’s grace as the man born blind responded to His grace? No, my friends, we do not. In this very church, last week, you were asked to sit there and think about ‘white privilege.’ And you all sat there, listening to unholy blasphemies from the pulpit because you were afraid to be cast out of the synagogue. But if you are afraid to be cast out of the synagogue, our Lord will not seek you out; you will remain captives of the blasphemers. There are two white privileges, and neither of those privileges are what the authorities, the purveyors of blasphemy, are referring to when they talk about white privilege.

“The first white privilege is the privilege shared by all the races of mankind. That is the privilege of knowing that Christ died on the cross to redeem us from sin and death. And the second white privilege is the privilege to champion Christ crucified, Christ risen in a hostile world. That privilege, which is also a cross, was borne by our white ancestors, the men and women who are now damned as racists by the Marxists in the Democratic party and by the Antifa and the Black Lives Matter creatures from hell. While you sit in those pews and worship blacks, and when you leave this church and kneel down to the banners of the BLM creatures, you crucify your Lord anew, and you disgrace your ancestors who loved their own people in and through Jesus Christ. There is no dichotomy between the Old and New Testament. Today the Old Testament reading, Psalm 139, is in complete accord with the story of the man born blind. The man born blind is loyal to the God of mercy, and because he loves much he refuses to renounce Christ even though he knows he will be cast out of the synagogue. He hates the enemies of the true God, just as the psalmist does:

Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men. For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain. Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee? I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies. Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

“Surely we must not join with the bloody men of the Democrats, the Antifa, and the Black Lives Matters. We must, like the man born blind, cling to our Lord and Savior. May Christ be with you always, even to the ending of the world. Amen.”

During the course of the homily/sermon, over four-fifths of the congregation exited the church. Of the remaining one-fifth, all but one man shunned the Reverend Everyman when he stood outside the church to greet the people as they left. That one man embraced the Reverend, and with tears in his eyes, asked him to pray for him in the battle to come. “You’ve given me a renewed faith and a renewed hope, Reverend.”

“God bless you, my son, may Christ strengthen you.”

The reaction to the Reverend’s homily/sermon was swift. Two days later he was given official notification that he no longer had a pension and he no longer was a member of the clergy. He was defrocked and defunded. The Reverend was not surprised. He knew what he was doing when he spoke out against the Pharisees in the synagogue of liberalism. Was it worth it? After all, only one man took the sermon/homily into his heart. “Yes,” the Reverend said, “it was worth it.” The Reverend bought a van and at age 85, started a new life as a wanderer on the face of the earth. He would preach the Gospel in KOA campgrounds and other wilderness locations to whomever would listen. And when his time came, he would go to his Lord, the God of the meek, the humble, and the merciful, the God who stands as a sign of contradiction to the merciless gods of Liberaldom.

In Shakespeare’s Richard III, a Scrivener comments, to himself, on what he dares not say in public because a bloody tyrant will brook no opposition:

Here’s a good world the while! Who is so gross
That cannot see this palpable device?
Yet who’s so bold but says he sees it not?
Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,
When such ill dealing must be seen in thought.

Richard III

For quite some time now the liberals have been hell-bent on the extermination of the white race under the banner of the sacred negro. Yet no one is permitted to say what is obvious. The conservatives talk about preserving law and order, but they never touch on the main enemies of law and order, the sacred negroes. They are just as quick as their liberal counterparts to condemn the ‘rogue cops’ when they hurt, maim, or kill the sacred negroes while trying to arrest them for their crimes. Must I point out that none of the celebrated negroes – Blake, Floyd, etc. – would have been injured had they not committed crimes and then resisted arrest? No nation can long endure, Mr. Lincoln, when those who govern that nation are too illuminated to protect their people from black noble savages who murder, rape, and pillage because they know they can do so with impunity.

I listened to a conservative the other day telling his audience that we were living in the best of all worlds because the stock market was booming. Is he mad? Yes, indeed he is. Even if the stock market boom that he was extolling becomes a permanent boom, does it then follow that these are the best of times? Our young people have embraced negro worship, they hate their own kind and the cultural heritage of the antique Europeans, and the few that have not embraced negro worship have succumbed to despair because they do not think there is a future for the white race in Liberaldom. Yet, the stock market man tells us we live in a world of financial wonders that should make us all deliriously happy. A conservative who is not a counterrevolutionary is not a conservative, he is a liberal, because he seeks to preserve the Jacobin-Marxist revolution. It matters little whether the liberal-conservatives, who are the capitalists, or the mad-dog liberals, who are the socialists, rule; they both worship Baal under the guise of the sacred negro. That is the truth that cannot be spoken of in our modern, dystopian hell.

If I was to be executed, and my executioners gave me a choice of an execution in two weeks or four weeks, I would choose four weeks. We are made that way, we cling to life. That is why I would like to see Trump win the presidential election. It will delay, ever so slightly, the final execution of the white race. But ultimately our salvation as a people does not depend on elections. In point of fact, we must renounce democracy in order to survive as a people, because our modern democracy is based on the premise that white pietas is evil. Conservatives never attack Black Lives Matter by defending the white Christians of the Old South, the people who took Christian Europe to the northern hemisphere. Instead they claim that the Black Lives Matter creatures should not attack contemporary whites because they are no longer racist. We must not overlook the moral cowardice of such a ‘defense,’ which is no defense: “You can no longer call us racist. We are not racists, it is our ancestors who were racists!” Is that so? Yes, it is so. Our ancestors, the whites of the Old South, built a civilization based on pietas, the love of their own in and through Christ the Lord. If they were wrong, if they were racist in the pejorative sense of the word, then all of Christian Europe was wrong from its inception: the Dream of the Rood Christians were wrong, St. Paul was wrong, and, if we take that liberal logic to its ultimate conclusion, Christ be not risen. That is what the Demon-cratic-Antifa-BLM movement is all about. Satan has decreed that, “Christ be not risen, He is a fraud. You must follow me and destroy every last vestige of the culture based on Christ is Risen and every single, individual, white person who refuses to renounce that culture. The conservative-liberals seek to survive by renouncing their ancestors and joining the ranks of the illuminati. “We too are non-racists. In fact, the liberals are more racist than we are.”

If the Republicans somehow manage to retain the presidency, the rioting will continue in the democrat-controlled cities, and the demon-crats in Congress will continue to nullify all of Trump’s initiatives. If the demon-crats win, the riots will intensify throughout the nation, and all resistance to the rioters will be squashed by the military and the police. That is something we must keep in mind. The hierarchy of the military are Obama appointees. They are not going to mount a counterrevolution against their demon-cratic brethren. And the police who have been given racial sensitivity courses for the past forty years will side with the liberals who pay them. We owe it to our women, those who have remained faithful through all these years, not to remain passive because we do not want to act outside of the democratic shackles of Satan. We must pick up the cross of Christ, our white privilege, and destroy the enemies of white pietas. And we must do this because we love our own and hate the devil and all his works. +

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