A doctor will fight day and night against a disease caused by a virus or a particularly deadly form of bacteria.

But it never occurs to him to hate the virus personally.

When Aleksander Solzhenitsyn wrote “The Cancer Ward” about his own battle against cancer, he said “Everyone in the ward just wanted to LIVE. Even the cancer just wants to live.”

You have to be a very old Southerner, and from the Deep South at that, to remember Brother Dave Gardner. One of Brother Dave’s many classic sayings was, “Jesus was right. You should LOVE your enemies. It’ll drive ‘em NUTS.”

Hatred is like a duel. Robert E. Lee would never have fought a duel with a hunk of white trash. He would ignore him or take a whip to him, but he would NEVER duel with one of them.

You do not HATE a virus. You do not HATE a cancer or a bacterium. If you were in a hospital foaming at the mouth about the personal biases of the virus that was getting you the doctor would assume your temperature was out of sight and you were delirious.

There is an old joke that contains a lot of wisdom and is therefore banned by Political Correctness. And old black man is offended by a younger black man and says,

“You know, our race is divided into three groups. There are colored people, the better class, and then are niggahs, the general run of the population.”

“Down at the bottom are the real trash, the coons.”

“Niggah, you is a COON.”

In other words, this offensive black guy was to him what a hunk of white trash was to General Lee.

Below I had an article called “A Conscience of His Own” about a black writer named Levy who used the most viciously insulting terms he could think of to describe the blacks who acted like savages in New Orleans. He took their behavior as a personal insult to himself, the way I take it personally when a white Southerner is a traitor.

That is REAL hatred. To repeat, real hatred is like a duel.

What drives minorities up the wall about old bigots like me is that they know that I do NOT hate them.

To me, the “niggahs” of New Orleans were acting like a bunch of coons. I would cheerfully shoot them down with exactly as much compunction as I would kill a cancer.

But HATE them? HATE a cancer? You’ve got to be kidding!

But for Levy, a decent black man, this is nothing like what it is to me.

Levy HATES them.

My doctor brother loves to tell me the story of when he was called to the emergency room because one of the retarded children he worked with was there. The kid said, “Dr. Whitaker, I feel just terrible.”

My brother said, “You’re sick. You’re in the hospital. You’re SUPPOSED to feel awful.”

The retarded kid replied, “Okay.”

Why does my brother love to tell me this?

My brother loves to tell me this to demonstrate how LOGICAL retarded children are.

I just did a piece on the age of fourteen.

People will say, “But, Bob, are fourteen year olds ADULT enough to make decisions? ” Nobody seems to assimilate the fact that I honestly, actually consider a retarded child more mature in many ways than than the average college graduate.

I have spent my entire life listening to the group that calls itself The Greatest Generation, and they never came close to maturity.

When someone says, “But is a fourteen year old truly mature I always really want to say, “Listen, God Junior, YOU’RE not mature.”

This clown who is asking me that question would never, in a million years, question circumcision. It is JEWISH practice, and every fahsionable Christian therefore inflicts this traumatic agony on every male child.

It looks like the most unpseakable kind of bullying, but it’s gotta be OK or you’re anaziwhowantstokillsixmillionjews.

If a member of the Greatest Generation is threatened with being a naziwhowantstokillsixmllionsjews do you think he is going to object to torturing an infant?

I know that Generation intimately and I do not know of one member of it, millions strong, who was ever anything but an abject moral coward.

Every person who says he is part of The Greatest Generation agrees that white people must be genocided out. EVERYwhite country have massive third world immigration and integration and ONLY white countries must have this massive immigration and integration.

The spokesmen for The Greatest generation say this is what they fought the War for, and not one of them has ever had the guts to challenge it.

And these dumbos are asking ME whether fourteen year old are as mature as they are?

A parameceum is more mature than you are!

Oops! I think I have slipped into a certain lack of diplomacy here. Surely what I said here was in the heat of the moment.

I couldn’t MEAN it.

You’re probably right.

I’ll read it over tomorrow and see is anything I said here isn’t true.

I got my driver’s license at the age of fourteen.

Backward old South Carolina let fourteen year olds get drivers’ licenses.

Fourteen is an age branded in history.

Before the Berlin Wall was built and millions of East Germans were allowed to pour into West Germany — I was THERE — an unaccompanied child who escaped from East Germany to West Germany had to be a certain age before he was considered old enough to make that decision for himself?

Guess what that age was?

Fourteen.

In Medieval times, if a child were the heir to the throne and his father had died before he was of age, what age was he first considered old enough to assume the throne himself?

Fourteen.

When does America’s Extended Childhood begin?

America’s Extended Childhood begins when you enter the ninth grade and become a high school freshman. Then you become a high school sophomote, then a junior, then a senior.

And after you finish being a high school senior and you graduate y9u become a COLLEGE freshman, a COLLEGE sophomore, and so on. Four more years of extended childhood begin.

When does all this begin. When do you begin your Extended Childhood as high school freshman?

Well gee willikers, you become a high school freshman at age fourteen!

What a coinkidink!

Decades ago there was a major campaign to raise the driving age from fourteen to sixteen in all states. One national ad showed a boy with a really nasty look on his face saying, “I’m fourteen and I can drive and you can’t do anything about it.”

Ain’t objectivity wonderful?

The Northern newspapers had spoken, so Fashionable South Carolinians began a major push to raise the driving age to sixteen.

They had hearings about raising the driving age to sixteen and I was the only person there who signed up to testify against it.

The other side, the side of Fashionable Opinion, was full. The usual Episcopal and Presbyterian ministers were lined up to demand the Latest Fashion. All those who pop up for Independent Thought as represented by Modern Opinion were there.

My problem, as usual, was that I had read the facts. Drivers from fourteen to sixteen had a very low incidence of accidents.

Statistically, if you wanted to cut the death rate on the highways in half, you would not concentrate on fourteen-year-old. To really reduse death on the highways, according to the actual numbers and not the New York Times, you wold not allow any male between the ages of 16 and 25 to have a driver’s license. The most dangerous drivers, as testified by insurance rates, were males from 16 to 25.

Can you imagine any legislator voting for a bill like that and surviving the next election?

So the witnesses lined up, clerical collars and all, to demand that 14 to 16 year olds be deprived of their licenses.

I was about 20 then, but I knew it wasn’t only unfair, it was silly. I caught hell for it.

Many people tried to explain the facts of political life to me. I was just a kid. What could I know about political reality?

Actually, I had graduated from the university at age nineteen. When they tried to explain the political facts to me I was a graduate instructor in, of all things, POLITICAL SCIENCE. Never once did I explain that to anybody. Facts did not matter to them, and I had known that long before I turned twenty.

Ene then I didn’t think the authorities were too smart. Not to mince words, I knew they were incurably stupid before I was in my mid-teens.

So why did I do it?

I knew I was NOT a cleric with a backward collar who had to make his peers know he read the New York Times too.

I knew I was NOT a state legislator who had to run for reelection.

Bob was just one more person, and he had one thing to contribute:

While everybody else was saying what their backward collars or their suburban status or their Mature Practical Politics required them to say, one person could tell the truth, the truth everybody knew.

I wonder when that mind-set started? I mean the mind-set that saw reality and didn’t give a damn if anybody thought I was being mature or practical or not.

That mind-set was there long before I entered the university at age sixteen and promptly wrote a letter to the college paper saying how silly fashionable college opinion was.

It started before that, thought I don’t remember exactly when

Maybe it started when I was fourteen.

Not a year has passed since my teens that at least one Northerner has not asked me, “Bob, when you Southerners were fighting integration, did you REALIZE it was about the very survival of the white race?”

These Northerners were the ones who, tiny group by tiny group, began to realize what integration was all about as it progressed from tokenism to racial balance to open borders.

To put it in plain language, they simply could not believe that a bunch of ignorant, bigoted Southerners knew very well what they themselves were slowly and with great effort realizing: integration was always about getting rid of the white race.

To make this perfectly clear, let me give you an instance. In 1954 a Methodist bishop in the South was demanding that Methodists integrate immediately.

He led off by saying that integation DID mean the end of the white race. He said that, like Jacob who was willing to sacrifice his only son Esau, Christians should be willing to sacrifice their race for God.

Unfortunately, Bible Belt Methodists had READ their Bible. When Jehovah stayed Jacob’s hand from sacrificing his only son to him, it was a milestone in religious history.

In the time those words were written down it was a standard practice, when a city or country was in mortal danger, for the ruler to sacrifice his favorite son or daughter to the gods. When Jehovah stopped Esau, it was the end of human sacrifice in the Jewish religion.

No, they didn’t invent it. Other faiths had abandoned human sacrifice long before. But a major point of the story was that this was something Jehovah would not ask.

In his obsession with Social Progress, the bishop set religion back morally some three thousand years.

But I will give the Human Sacrifice bishop this much: he was cutting straight to the heart of the
whole question.

In the 1950s everybody did.

Robert Heinlein was a Northern promilitary conservative science fiction writer. He wrote story after story about how wonderful it would be when all Americans ranged from brown to black.

I remember listening to a Jewish spokesman from the NAACP on our black-and-white television back then using every synonym he could think of, “assimilation, intermarriage, total mixing, racial mixing,..” and on and on and on, to make it perectly clear what integration was about.

Which is why, in the 1960s, “integration” became “desegregation.”

When I was on Capitol Hill, one othe staffers under me was a hard-core conservative. He
had been pro-white, but when he converted to Orthodoxy, he became totally dedicated to the idea that the ultimate sacrifice he could make was that of the white race.

In my version of Christianity, there was only one sacrifice that mattered, and it was a human sacrifice, and it has been made.

Any obsession with any other sacrifice takes one’s mind off of that one as much as an obsession with sex or food does.

So everybody understood what was at stake before code words like desegregation or Hate or anti-racism or anaziwhowantstokillsixmillionjews came along. The code words came along to cover up the nasty reality as itgs implications began to sink in.

You may keep your image of those ignorant yokels down in the 1950s Bible Belt. But we were never ignorant of the Bible, and we were never ignorant of racial reality.

I have said repeatedly that there is nothing simple about the Golden Rule.

I believe the Inquisition came from a distortion of the Golden Rule:
“Do unto others are you would have them do unto you.”

The first thing organized Christianity forgot was that this applies not only to others, but to you.

Once the Church became the established religion, all aspiring Christians began to make the martyrs the heroes of their age. So the age of self-torture began.

As one writer said, since one could not longer be a martyr for Christ, people began to make martyrs of themselves.

Or, as he put “They tried to storm their way into heaven by agony.”

If you will whip and and starve yourself , what will you do to others?

Jesus never asked anyone to do that.

The only time Jesus ever asked anyone to do anything painful to himself was when he said to the wealthy young man , “IF YOU WOULD BE PERFECT give all that you have to the poor AND FOLLOW ME.”

There are sixteen words in my version of those words. All the versions of the Bible differ somewhat, but that is the context. I have heard many sermons on those words, but I have never heard the first five or the last three words os what Jesus said even mentioned in sermons on “Jesus and the Rich Young Man.”

The last three words are of startling importance. Jesus was asking the man to be one of his disciples, one of the Apostles. That is ignored.

Every sermon I have heard conclude the man “was lost,” that is he went to Hell because he would not give all he had to the poor. Look at the first five words. If we have to be perfect to be saved, Jesus is going to be very lonely up there.

So the whole point here is completely missed because preachers are obsessed with giving to the poor. That’s all I ever hear them preach about.

CS Lewis pointed out that the sin of gluttony is not eating too much, it is being obsessed with food.

At my exercise club I am surrounded by slim, trim gluttons. They have made a religion out of eating right. Their souls are ignored. They spend half the day Sunday prettying themselves up and going to church. But their entire idea of being good is concentrated on eating right and exercising right and shaming others into doing the same thing.

Those who violated the Golden Rule by causing themselves agony FOR THEIR OWN GOOD naturally began to impose agony on others FOR THEIR OWN GOOD. They were obsessed with martyrdom.

So preachers who talk about Jesus and the rich young man are obsesssed with MONEY. They ignore everything but what Christ said about hard cash and chattels.

Which is one reason Jesus was more comfortable sitting and talking with moneylenders and tax gatherers as he was with highly religious people like himself. The moneylenders KNEW they were obsessed with money. The Righteous were incurable.

What I learned from this out here in the secular world was that a person who knows he is ignorant can be taught. A person who is a slave of Fashionable Opinion and what he thinks is Intellectual Thought is beyond redemption.

I mean that literally. Jesus specifically condemned the truly righteous but proud high priest who stood in the front of the temple to Hell, while he pronounced redemption for sinner in the shadows who knew he was obsessed with money and asked for forgiveness.

By the way, the sinner in the back of the temple did not CURE himself of his obsession. He went in a sinner and he went out a sinner. It was recognizing his imperfections that saved him, not becoming perfect.

When Jesus saved the adultress from stoning, He said, “Go and sin no more.”

He did NOT say, “It’s OK this time, but if you do it again you should be stoned.”

He WANTED perfection from her and from the rich young man. But he never demanded it for salvation. He went onto the cross specifically because we cannot achieve perfection. Repentance is all we have.

Jesus was not obsessed with our perfection.

There was only one person Jesus subjected to torture, and he spent the whole night before praying not to have to do it. He subjected himself to the cross because he HAD to. He did it to spare pain to others.

Once.

Repeat, ONCE.

And for all. And forever.

Christ was no fan of pain.

Those who insist on repeating Christ’s agony belittle the fact that he made the ONLY sacrifice that matters. Those who insist on repeating Christ’s agonies are mocking him and ridiculing him.

Because of the obsession they think is idealistic.

A person who is obsessed with NOT having sex is in the same category with someone who is obsessed with having it. The whole history of the Church and of secular history is of people who lost their souls in an obsession.

And the best obsession from Satan’s point of view are the ones that seem idealistic.

The best obsessions that promote ignorance in the secular world are the ones that seem the most idealistic.

Obsession with money, obsession with pain, obsession with food, obsession with perfection. As CS Lewis says, Satan knows that any obsession will do