Lessons From (a) Special Education

Over the course of this article I plan to cover:

  • Observed Racial Resilience
  • Demographic Imputation (children from towns vs. children from cities and their experiential factors)
  • Public (Subconscious) Awareness
  • Communicability
  • Harold’s “Permission Slip”

Within recent months, I have decided to come out of written inactivity and put my pen and keyboard to use again with regards to our Paradigm. About two years ago, I deactivated my public persona following some personal conflicts and struggles – which resulted, perhaps ironically, in a happy marriage. Over the course of those years I followed my collegiate Minor in “Secondary Education” to working as an “Education Technician (III)”, or Ed-Tech for short. I was employed at a Middle School, working with pre-pubescents. I have, not long ago, resigned my place in Education and resumed work as a self-employed Sub-Contractor. The decision was entirely voluntary and self-imposed, and we shall get into that as well.

Now, working in an environment largely governed by the Federal Government and its concomitant liberality, one does not expect to have their hope for the future of White Ethnonationalism reaffirmed. Yet, this is exactly what happened, and here I shall share – in brief – the fruits of my labours.

First of all, I am going to open myself to critique from the hardliners who feel that those with learning disabilities might be a hindrance to our cause. However, I believe that, in many instances, the clinical psychology field is entirely flawed, and much of what we consider “learning disabled” is a reactionary term. I extend this presumption to the umbrage of Autism Spectrum as well as many so-called “emotional disturbances.” This was my principal working population. To gain a complete understanding of the human psyche, it must be observed from a plethora of angles. Besides this; oftentimes, those with obsessive tendencies – as often the autistic have – can be assisted to relative greatness with proper conditioning.

Regardless of the aforegoing, I will begin with the most critical lesson I have learned. Following a little bit of background and tedium, of course. I earned my wages from a relatively poor and obscure district in mid-southern Maine. I was not paid well, and nobody else was. The advantage there was that nobody was paid well enough to jump through “all” the hoops put forth by the Fed. In other words, nearby Portland would have called us “a little backwards.”

This district was majority White, barring a few imports from the City. This status allowed me an exceptional vantage to observe Whites in as much an unconditioned environment as my State allows. The distance from the City results in a more organic way of living, the residents are less liable to concede to public opinion, and are beautifully suspicious of outsiders. This said, when you have parents between the ages 20-30 raising young children without any real concern for political correctness, you have a relatively uncensored child.

So here it is. I was witness, first hand, to the unblemished racial impulse (such as it is) of White children before the conditioning process truly begins. The real irony is that, in my field, typically it is liberals who dominate. They impart their propaganda freely, believing themselves to be invincible in their moral imperiousness, but they failed, in large part, to understand their population. In the end, they have largely frustrated themselves. (It’s easier to see when you’re on the inside, watching them crumble.)

A quick and dirty (yet still humorous) example. Once, I participated in a “Social Skills Building” class. Of course, the cornerstone is tolerance. Gays, Blacks, Hispanics were rolled out to remind us all of just how “the same” we really are. At the end, to prove their point, a young Mestizo rattles on about something in his particular dialect of Spanish. As if the pungent illogic of the whole scene weren’t funny enough, to punctuate the scene, one of the low-functioning autistic students in our care boomed “what!?” – causing a diffusion of verbal exclamations from the others to the effect of; “if we’re all the same, why do those other kids look and sound different?” Cue red-faced and exasperatedly disgusted social justice warriors.

Liberalism fail.

Nobody knew what to say. I watched as the high and mighty soldiers of equality tripped over each-other’s tongues in their race to beat the wicked racist punch before it was thrown.

Now on a lighter and less anecdotal note. In a vacuum away from the city, the majority of children will develop healthy racial instincts. They have White interests, pursue White dreams. Rap music is almost universally vilified. It took little to no effort for me to create a small fervour about Vikings and Spartans as examples for boys, and wise-women and queens – princesses and the like, for girls. Mythology was more than just a game for many students. More than a few conceded to me that “I think there’s more to this mythology stuff than just stories, Mr. Morse.” Our children have an instinctive draw to our primal mythos. The Vikings, Romans, Celts, the Medieval Ages, the Classical Era, the various embodiments of White virtue, none are lost wholesale – yet.

Now, by all means, the Education system senses this draw. But at the formative age, our kind is still very much salvageable. The importance of story, song, and imagery is tantamount. Quite honestly, to a large degree, implicit Whiteness is still easily cultivated. While young, if our children are imbued with self-awareness, they become less mutable in the face of the Multikult.

During my time as a staff member, I helped children embrace their tribal lineages – a young Finnish boy who wanted to “know about our past,” a German girl looking for her family crest, a boy wanting to understand how we got to be “here.” Watching and praising a Celtic son for finding his true Clan name. Patting a Greek on the back. Reminding another German that it isn’t all WWII. Encouraging a healthy obsession with the high-end European tribes, extolling the virtues of Classical Europe, Greece and Rome, and the savage beauty of my own ancestors: the Celtics and Germanics. The raw vibrancy and ancient glow of our people can still capture the hearts of our kind.

All this I watched unfold, without having to rely upon negativity, strawmen or pejoratives. Not to say that this wasn’t an option. We have sons and daughters of parents totally disembodied from the system, disgusted and angry, who respond with resplendent relief at seeing an adult who isn’t fazed by their inherited frustrations, and more, an adult who does not force them to couple their European interests with those of aliens.

On the contrary to many fears – this kind of encouragement does not result in an angry “racist.” Self-awareness and empowerment allows for greater analytical prowess and general adaptability. Many of my students were able to exhibit a pre-conscious White pride without a shred of anger or distrust, even despite the best efforts of the Social Skills and the “Guidance” divisions who instruct entirely through the multicultural mode – which is deliciously inapplicable in many parts such as my former district.

What goes before this paragraph, though, refers generally to those born and raised in comparatively isolated environments. Those raised in cities, or more socially interconnective environments with heavier government observance, exhibit far different traits. Point in case, one of my students who came to us from the City. He was like a caricature of a wigger, at first. He came equipped with black mannerisms, a perverse, sex-obsessed humour with no understanding of content, violent tendencies and a fetish for gangster rap. His father had a neck tattoo and felt that Jay-Z is good enough for me, so he is for you too. He had no racial pride or awareness. He was immune to the allure of ancestry. His interest was for ninjas, pokemons, and all manner of other foreign importation. I did not leave him in that dismal condition, mind you. But more later.

There is an element of social Darwinism involved here. Those who stray from the party line, they never find true acceptance, regardless of background or perceived morale. So these city children, they must adapt to town life or remain outliers. While those of the city may never fully recover, they do learn subconsciously, that their way is not the only one. The town children often find it hard to relate to the city immigrant, with his fast talking, his different tastes and his overall different attitude. Of course they try to relate, it is in our nature to bring others in. Yet it remains that the divide is mutually sensate.

Of course, in addition to the deracinated city import, we have the actual miscegenates and racial aliens. Here is where theory is put into practice. I measure two years of progress with a small group of students. For context, at the beginning of the year I was given a small group (app. 8) of children with diagnosed behavioural difficulties and learning disabilities. They came from parents who either overcompensated or undercompensated, had no discipline and little drive. I was able to greatly impact their socialisation process, teach them effective communication and, most importantly to me, get them to begin asking philosophical questions.

Then came our first coloured kid. Inside of a single week, five months or so of careful observation and implementation with the others went to pot. At the tender age of eleven, this child exhibited all the dangerous hallmarks that White Nationalists have learned to despise. He provoked, incited, aggravated, and, when confronted, suddenly became as white as snow and innocent as an angel. Of course, the Liberals were tripping over their balls trying to come up with excuses as to his behaviour while simultaneously ignoring that it was simply ingrained in the kinks of his hair.

The boys gravitated to our Negro import. White Boys, being so starved of their masculinity, viewed this puerile child as an image of immature manhood. After all – he was not afraid of authority (though he did eventually learn not to cross me, as I did not buck to the “dat’s rayciss” card) and he was always ready to make some explosive visual scene with accompanied cerebral flatus.

The girls, though, almost universally came to vilify him. He disrupted their neat, tidy sense of order. Seeing as White females hate seeing the boat rocked, this child and his disruption overshadowed them, their ideas and their own little dramas. In the end, the White boys saw the girls go astray, and almost all gravitated away from him. Except the city kid, and the kid whose mother works in the city. No surprise there.

In a sense, given that these kids were largely unaccustomed to the race propaganda, their aversion illustrates an instinctual “White flight.” As a side note, to illustrate the lack of propaganda, six out of eight students had never heard the word “Nigger” until they were all blanketly accused of using it. Further, one of my more rambunctious and impulsive students had to ask what the word meant. Nevermind the noise! Even when this child wasn’t actively disrupting, his presence was still a menace. Self-talk – loudly – acerbic commentary, constant wiggling, glorification of the base. His existence in our programme made progress impossible. For the month he fell under our care, there was no evolution. So there you go.

This brings me to my co-workers. When child welfare is your business, it becomes more difficult to ignore hard social issues when you are honest. Wherever I go, I always test my philosophical waters with potential peers to establish a firming ground. The issues of race and of Nationalism are becoming easier to discuss with civility, if you are pragmatic. Some need softening, others need specific keywords, others need no prompting at all to be receptive.

Especially when the negative impact of the many cultural machinations of our society have become self-evident and utterly unambiguous, people are that less likely to bury their heads. Too much blood in the sand stains white collars.

Common Core, as it happens, is predicated on a number of distinct factors, that, while excepting their benefit in theory, hinge on failure in practice. One fallacy of Common Core, is, ultimately, that it will cater to the lowest common denominator. Rather than forcing non-performers to elevate, it teaches performers to plateau. This is because of the inborn component that has it for teachers to, like biblical wisdom, leave an entire flock behind to look for prospective stragglers. You risk the whole to satisfy the few.

In a mixed environment, the effects become palpable. As an Ed. Tech, cleaning up the stragglers was often my job – when the teachers didn’t want to dirty their hands. This explicit posturing suggests implicit knowledge.

That said, distance is relative. 9/10 teachers can acknowledge the failure to thrive of the Portland District which lies about an hour away. They acknowledge that the diversity there has failed, that where E.S.L. becomes the predominant driver and resource drain, that other subjects suffer. For example – every teacher knows that when you have more than two languages to cater to in a small setting, your efficiency is more than castrated. Teachers have to teach language before content. Then nevermind the cultural barriers, and the social issues, and all the other thousands of niggling interruptions that follow.

Furthermore, almost no one now can escape from the sense that where diversity flourishes, so does crime. Even in States and Cities and Towns where the news crews do not go. Portland, Lewiston, Biddeford now. These places are no-gos for people with the funds to avoid them. To boot, almost everyone will at least be willing to admit that the Somalis have brought it down. Which for a liberalised sector like New England, is massive.

When you can feel your co-workers out, you can have the tough conversations. In the behavioural management field I worked in, there was a broad sense (about 70% of people dealt with) that acknowledged racial difference. One of my former supervisors had even let slip that desegregation may have been more harmful to Blacks, even, than to Whites. Another Ed. Tech, an avid “non-racist” had begun wondering, over her years, if true racial cooperation were really possible.

Of course, burgeoning racial awareness seems relative to class, as well as occupation. Middle Class Whites and Lower Class Whites are liable to see the struggle far more than Upper Class. Lower Class Whites are aware of the struggle because often the coloureds are their direct competition in chasing the easiest lifestyle possible. When I worked as a Security Guard for a benefits collection agency, this was proven to me in no uncertain colours. Pun intended. Middle Class Whites, however, see the struggle differently. They are not as beholden to behave “just so” as their direct benefits do not hinge upon it.

Middle Class Whites have an indirect State obligation to perform. They must perform to an unwritten Common Core standard. It falls under paragraph 3 of “Social Acceptance.” In brief – ‘Thou Shalt Not Rocketh Yon Boat, fair Plebe.’ As a Subcontractor, I am aware that the ability to attract and maintain business revolves around a certain appearance. If you are sufficiently exteriorly radical, then no one will hire you, and your message will not spread. On the other hand, there are vast numbers of Whites literally waiting for *you* to broach the subject. (Just, please, do it tactfully.)

When selecting the danger topics, be advised that you can have these conversations with more folks than you would have thought. But caution is advised. If you begin at the end, you will lose them. Baby steps are required. I have clear memories of when I had my illusions shattered by an old German lady. It started me down a rabbit-hole which I couldn’t ignore. Most are not as stubborn as we are, and many more are too weak to acknowledge that their worldview is based on lies and deception. Whether it is or is not their fault is irrelevant, their weakness is our struggle.

Start small, when talking to friends, family and peers. Society is making it easy for you to prove your points. Don’t start with the big conspiracies. There’s a small minority of Whites you’ll reach with that. They all work the hours of 01:00 to 07:00 at your local Gas Station. The majority bases their impressionability on their viable experiences. What do they see on the drive to work? What have they heard in the news? Whom do they know who has suffered in some way from cultural bias? Make it personal, relatable.

Light and fluffy, at first, for strangers. Use Socratic Methodology. People are far more likely to stick with you when they think they are in control of their enlightenment. If they follow your guided questions and think; ‘man, did I reckon that myself?’ Let it be. You don’t need to be a guru. Consistency is another important factor. A great deal of us, Nationalists, waiver during our learning curve. We take in so much information, upgrade and evolve so rapidly, that to an outsider, we would seem quite, well, batty. To insiders, it’s a given. We aren’t looking to explain ourselves to insiders. At least, we shouldn’t have to be.

If you are resolute, if you are steadfast, this conveys strength of character. Often, if you are secure and consistent, concise and defined, others – former ideological opponents and potential cultural enemies – will come to respect you. This respect will garner their ear, as well. Who knows: you might find a little common ground. I’ve found common ground with former debating partners. Anyone, given time and energy, can be broken in. It is a mistake for us to write people off immediately.

This brings me to my next bit. Harold Covington’s often repeated “permission slip” idea. Many Whites will, at least to an extent, share your views. They won’t admit it at first. They have no reason to. Society controls a message contrary to healthy instinct. However, one instinct in Whites remains intact. We seek equilibrium. By nature, Whites like to have security, networks, take sides. Ease and pragmatism, at least superficially, suggests we go with the flow. So many stow their thoughts.

But if you, a composed, reasonable man or woman, can live and breathe your cause without seeming like a flake or a fake, than people will notice. You will meet personal resistance at first. Sure. But in time, people may begin to confide. They may begin to crack at their self-imposed seams. The stuffing comes out, the tongue slips. You know, you might be right about some things.

They feel safe with you, perhaps. They know they can talk to you. You aren’t going to chew them out, report them, malign them. You now have a discussion partner. Your discussion partner will, perhaps in time, crave more discussion. They will seek to talk more. If not with you, than with others. Remember the Butterfly Effect. Small actions can lead to great impacts.

To blow my own horn – when I left my position, I was missed. By almost all my co-workers, and certainly by students. This despite my dealing with tough subjects. This despite my airing of my Nationalist views, insularity and isolationism aside.

In my own life, I have seen people changed, over the years, by a word. I was changed into a Nationalist by a woman, her feelings and her words, and over the years, by the words of others. I have spoken words to others that have rendered them inexorably changed from before they were exposed. The fact is, if you can pry with your fingers into someone’s mind, you leave an imprint. Period. You can’t know what they will do, you don’t know what they won’t. We cannot afford to write people off. There’s a chance there’s a lot more of us waiting to be let off the hook, invited to leave the mess and feel the freedom to explore the thoughts they’ve never dared to. They just want the confirmation. They need to know they’re still good people if they do. That’s what it boils down to.

So, as always, why have I written this? Why the flamboyant rant? Why not. If we are Nationalists, we need people. Our intraracial diversity is our strength. We need men and women from diverse backgrounds, with diverse skills, diverse thoughts. We need all of our components. It is sometimes too easy within the Nationalist sphere to consider people as write-offs. The paranoia, while justified, is still defeatist. To write off a co-worker, or even a child, as a future enemy, is a potential error. In my experience with dealing with troubled children, many in the spectrum can be socialised well, and their intrinsic single-mindedness would make them excellent, unflappable and potentially incorruptible allies.

Furthermore, with the steep decline of the aging European population, coupled with the surge of “exceptionalities” being born, we must prepare ourselves for a shift of consciousness in the generations to come. If we write off as useless anyone whose thought patterns stray divergent from the perceptive line that comforts you, then you will find yourself with a very empty house when your enemies come to seize it.

If you have, or know, someone in the spectrum, don’t write them off immediately. Test the waters. If you work in an office, or a school, don’t paint imaginary bull’s eyes onto all your peers. You simply can’t know who is or is not amenable. Remember the Irish maxim;

A stranger is just a friend I haven’t met yet.

 

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