Lots of talk these days about people who are “nationalists.”
The term has been often used to describe violent rioters in such places as Charlottesville, Va., Chicago, Ill., Portland, Ore., or several other cities. It seems to be used interchangeably with words like “fascist,” or “racist,” or “KKK member,” or “neo-Nazi,” or “supremacist.”
Almost always, these terms are used to describe only white people. In fact, I haven’t heard them used to describe any other racial groups.
I’m guessing that means people using these terms believe they are excluding other races. Just to make sure they are making that point perfectly clear, most often the word nationalist is preceded with the adjective “white.”
Since you had no say in what color you were born, it’s pretty important to understand whether these other names actually fit you, or whether you should leap to your feet and proclaim “I am not a white (fill in the blank with the name you’ve just been called).”
Most of these names thrown around are fairly self-explanatory, or at least they used to be. Political correctness has scrambled the English language such that you can’t be sure anymore.
For the sake of brevity, I’m only going to address the term “nationalist” today, because it seems to be the most confusing, and because I’m trying to be brief. You already know what most of the other terms mean, though if you’re like me, it has been only recently that you lived in fear of being called one of these. I could also add terns like “homophobe,” or “Xenophobe,” or “bigot,” to this list, but maybe another time.
Are you a “nationalist?” If you consider yourself a patriot, then the answer is almost certainly “yes.” Nationalists believe in their country and they support their country above all others. They believe the citizens of their country should be first in line to live free, work hard, serve their country when necessary, pay the taxes their country levies, and to share in the benefits their country enjoys.
Nationalists support control of national borders, enforcement of national laws and supporting the defense of their nation as their political leaders deem necessary.
Nationalists believe in fair elections, fair trade, and treaties with other nations that are mutually beneficial, not one-sided against their own country.
In the minds of most citizens, being a “nationalist” is a good thing.
I am a white nationalist. I believe the United States is the freest, greatest, most compassionate, most inventive, most generous and most economically successful country the world has ever known. My father, who fought in New Guinea during WWII, was a nationalist too.
The opposite of being a nationalist is being a “globalist.”
Globalism is a relatively new term intended to describe people who are not nationalists, instead believing in some sort of new world order in which all nations are equal (whatever that might end up meaning). Globalism means borderless countries, unchecked immigration, shared wealth, no wars, shared national resources, an absence of class distinctions, and some sort of all powerful, centralized government to make sure it all goes as planned.
Pause for a moment and let that sink in.
If the description of globalism I’ve just presented sounds vaguely familiar, that’s because that kind of utopian thinking has been around for a long time. For most of my life it has been called “communism.”
After years of developing a bad reputation, and after being responsible for hundreds of millions of lives and untold misery, nobody wanted to be called a “communist” anymore. “Globalist” sounds a lot better.
I’m sure there are plenty of academic intellectuals who would quibble with the way I’ve described the difference between being a “nationalist,” or being a “globalist,” so I encourage you to do a little research on your own. Read carefully what you find and look closely at who is advocating for globalism, asking yourself whose best interests they represent.
Said another way, will abandoning your patriotism and love for America in favor of their globalist ideals make your life better, or worse?
It’s a pretty important question.
The writer lives in Augusta.