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by Douglas Mercer

In 1620 some good and brave men set foot on the North American continent, a continent which their descendants would conquer — conquer on our behalf. Their goal was to found a new nation.

They certainly had some odd notions about themselves and their relation to the Jews, notions which would come to haunt us over time. But nevertheless they are us, they are our people. And make no mistake about it, they and no one else were the real founders of America, and their landfall was its founding. This founding was the actual physical presence of them being here — there can be no other founding. Certainly not words on paper emanating from cosmopolitan philosophes at a Philadelphia conclave. Not the expression of high-flown abstract, universalist ideas about “all men”; these are not a founding and never can be. That so-called “founding” was a founding of documents, not of blood; that is, not a founding at all. The founding had already occurred long since.

A hundred or so years after this signal event. this real founding, they built a wharf that was to cover over the location where those great men had arrived:

A chair was procured, and the venerable Faunce conveyed to the shore, where a number of the inhabitants were assembled to witness the patriarch’s benediction. Having pointed out the rock directly under the bank of Cole’s Hill, which his father had assured him was that which had received the footsteps of our fathers on their first arrival, and which should be perpetuated to posterity, he bedewed it with his tears and bid to it an everlasting adieu.

There were giants in the Earth in those days. This was a people who still revered and respected the fathers. That is, a people who had a future. For only when the past is “perpetuated to posterity” can that posterity itself have a past and a future.

Safe to say now many among us want nothing more than to bid those great men and what they accomplished adieu. They remember them only to revile them — which is no recipe for a flourishing people.

Those great men are “out of favor” now, not “fashionable” in the fever of the media-manipulated — that is, enemy-manipulated, moment.

In a sane and healthy country, we would have marked the 400th Anniversary of their passage to the New World with many solemn and joyous events. Beginning in January of 2020, we would have put forth a well marked calendar of events which commemorated the historic occasion. Lectures would have been given, movies made, documentaries aired, festivities held. Our great and wise men would have told us what it meant that men of our race had begun to carve out a living space for us in New World. Everyone would agree: That moment meant and means everything for our time. And finally, in December of 2020, the President, whoever he was, would have gone to the sacred site and would have spoken words of reverence in the presence of such greatness, words which would have forever consecrated the year of reflection, meditation, and celebration.

This is how a noble people remembers; this is how brave people move forward in time.

Suffice it to say, in the year 2020 that is not what happened. Instead, on this vast and important subject we got: crickets. And the tumbleweeds blew quietly through. We got historical amnesia.

And, what was worse, we got hysterical attacks.

In February 2020 Plymouth Rock, a historical landmark in Massachusetts that marks the arrival of the Mayflower 400 years ago, was vandalized with red spray paint, officials said.

It was one of seven iconic sites in the town of Plymouth that was tagged with the paint, according to a statement to See Plymouth, the town’s tourism center. The Pilgrim Maiden Statue and the National Monument to the Forefathers were also vandalized.

The National Monument to the Forefathers!

Why, in better times the desecration of such a marvel would have been a capital crime. For what greater crime is there than to ritually abuse our ancestors?

The National Monument To The Forefathers was completed in 1889, this site is home to an impressive 81 foot, granite monument that memorializes a Victorian era interpretation of the pursuits that motivated the Pilgrims to leave England and start their own colony.

“Seeing this type of disrespect for the historic reminders of the Mayflower story is both sad and unsettling. The outpouring of concern and anger over the incident has been a positive ending to a thoughtless gesture.”

But of course the “gesture” is not thoughtless at all. There’s a great deal of thought, however debased, behind it. If you want to know what that thought is, just drop in on any American history lecture at one of our so-called elite universities.

The thought is: They want our history gone, our heritage gone — and us gone with it.

The famous rock at the site of their 1620 landing was found with its inscription covered with red graffiti. Also vandalized in February 2020 was a sign celebrating the anniversary, the Pilgrim Maiden statue, according to town officials. The graffiti included an obscene spray-painted message directed at police.

That was what we got in the year 2020. Not the stations of the White Cross, not a slow buildup spanning the year which showed our awe of the forefathers, not a series of memorials and remembrances; no paeans to our people and no panegyrics to our past; no, none of that. No, we got a a series of vulgar actions and words meant to show us how much our enemies hate us. And dead silence from the people who ought to know better but are too deathly afraid to speak on behalf of our history.

That’s what we got in 2020, the 400th year since the pilgrim landing.

We got George Floyd.

Safe to say, this is not a sane and healthy country. Safe to say that on the current trajectory we have no future.

A nation that condemns its past has no future.

We built our great monuments. They bear witness to what we should be doing.

And if we don’t stop them soon, these vandals — these vandals will write our epitaph.

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