(Reprinted to Blog from email list of 6/11/05)
*** Bob’s Insider’s Message ***
My father and I never got along. But there was one time I was glad to see him. At the age of eighteen I was in a small town in Germany working on a brick plant.
In a sophisticated part of Germany I would have been surrounded by Germans who spoke perfect English. No brick plant is ever in a sophisticated place. In a town of two thousand or so people only three spoke English.
The problem is that, even to talk to them, I had to speak very correct English and use words they would know. For five months I spoke German and a very, very careful kind of English.
You know how I like to play with language and make jokes. I couldn’t do it there in English. And expressing myself in German was extremely hard work.
So when my father arrived, I was ecstatic to be able to speak South Carolinaese again. Nobody around me understand a word we were saying. It was the kind of English that let my father and me understand what illiterate blacks were saying.
Being able to talk freely is like water or oxygen. When you miss it, nothing else counts.
When you are dealing in a foreign language you find that all expression is a burden. It takes me at least a week to get back into Spanish.
All this sounds very classy and internationalist, but if you are on the ground, it is a pain in the keester.
When you can’t express yourself freely, it feels like suffocation.
I have the same problem in talking with people about politics or history.
You are asked to explain something. The person you are talking to thinks the BIBLE says, “All men are created equal.” He finds that that is in the Declaration of Independence. It then falls upon you to explain that the Declaration of Independence is NOT the Constitution. Then you have to explain that “all men are created equal” was written for the FRENCH. The Declaration of Independence was written in wartime as a propaganda document.
By this time the person you are talking to is getting very, very tired of all this.
But the fact is that the Constitution says nothing about human equality of mankind in general. And the Declaration is not the Constitution. The Constitution is the Constitution.
About the twentieth time someone asks you earnestly about something, you get very, very tired of having to go all the way back to the basics.
You get very, very tired. When I speak about politics or history with a person who learned it all from his preacher and Shawn Hannity and his granddaddy, I have the same suffocated feeling I do when I have to talk in what I know of a foreign language.
I should feel very proud. I know a lot of stuff the other guy doesn’t know. I should feel very proud that I am speaking in a foreign language. William Buckley will never get over his joy at the fact that he speaks Spanish and French and knows a lot of Latin phrases.
But for me it is all work and suffocation. I want to be able to use terms like “Wordism” and the ongoing genocide against whites and hear what you have to say about it. I want to talk to and listen to people who already understand what the tide of history is, and the difference between that and normal politics.
I want to discuss things with people who already understand why respectable conservatives have to be none too bright.
I am TIRED of beginning again and again and again. It is like one of those nightmares where you are trying to run in knee-deep molasses. I have spent my life in knee-deep molasses.
I have written it all down. I have told it all a hundred times. I am sixty-four years old. I wish a few people would read what I have to say and make themselves able to understand reality. Then I could learn from THEM.
What a glorious thought!
What a breath of fresh air!
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