South West Nationalist
Celebrate Minority History, Celebrate Your Becoming History
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Written by Southwest Nationalist
February 1. It's the beginning of another minority interest 'history month' - this time LGBT month, a celebration of the love that dare not speak its name in all its variants.
We've got the joys of Black History Month, Gypsy Roma Traveller History Month, and God alone only knows what history month yet to come this year. Lucky us.
Now, everyone reading this is doubtless contemplating - with great joy and reverent awe - such wonders as cottaging, rainbows, and whether such and such a famous person from the past was truly diverse and liked a bit of an Arab boys buttocks now and again.
If you can tear yourself away from the PC screen long enough then perhaps the local library is handing out condoms, AIDS awareness leaflets, and all the rest of the paraphernalia.
Quick, stocks are limited, grab your child a copy of "When Harry Met Larry" - an educational treatise introducing pre-teens to the wonderful world of love twixt man and man, complete with illustrations and suggestions for experimentation - before it's too late!
Turn that webcam off, we don't want to see you reaching for the sick bucket.
Back to seriousness, if we ever departed, and it seems that every minority interest has, or is getting, its history month. We can all celebrate their joys.
When someone from any of said groups do anything of note - anything positive at least - the media is always keen to point out that they're a black athlete, a gay politician, a transgender councillor, whatever minority box they can tick. Minority does good and only good, hush now you -phobic-ist slave to hate!
Everyone is taught, in every way possible, to celebrate and look up to all these minorities. Learn about them, empathise, worship at the altar of diversity and political correctness.
They are....special, apart, something worthy of celebration and special attention.
White, heterosexual - not worthy of attention at all, at least unless it is to point out our hideous prejudices.
Why is there absolutely nothing celebrating the attainments and history of the white, straight majority - the indigenous, those who marry and have children and go through life without ever having trouser related accidents on Clapham Common whilst hunting badgers, all those who don't happen to tick the right minority boxes on the diversity checklist?
It's because our history doesn't matter any more. It's a badge of shame to be eroded and slandered at every chance.
Our future doesn't matter, our present doesn't matter - society revolves entirely around minority now, the choice given to us is to applaud or to be condemned by the Gestapo of the minority interest.
Minority is to have identity and be held in awe, we are to have none and be silent lest we speak to offer praise to minority.
What we commemorate as a society marks what we hold dear, and what is to be hidden - we, the white, heterosexual, indigenous, are becoming that grubby secret, not to be mentioned unless it is to condemn us.
Minority gets its history months, the rest of us are to become history - a shameful history, the despised majority locked in the closet of minority interest and forgotten.
We don't matter. Our past is to be re-written, our present is to be silent save to worship others. Our future - or lack thereof - is for the champions of minority to decide. If we let them.
