Petrol bombs, Californication and America
Last two weeks have seen the smoke and dust arise from the smashed barricades of the unfortunates, as that modest town east of the great cosmopolitan metropolis of Johannesburg, burns – the nation does not take notice. But in this seemingly unimportant civil strife lies the future of the nation’s heart.
In my quaint little town, called eMalahleni, the last two weeks have seen the unfortunates rise in anger and protestation, against the great evils that infest this nation, and more subtlety, yet more importantly, I believe they are communicating frustrations of the unspeakable kind – the failure of Democracy and our Ideals. As the masses of unfortunates slowly awake from mirages and hope induced fantasies, they are seeing the reality of troubles in our nation.
In 1992, 1994 and what we reaffirmed in 1996, is our believe in democracy, constitutionalism and dualism of the Westerner to be compatible and brotherly to the African. But 20 years later, the cracks of the misguided and naively stupid compromise is rushing at us like Impala, trying to break our resolve, then watch us shatter to the four directions of the winds. Somehow, more and more of the bruised, battered and bloodied are no longer afraid of the bountifully sprayed bullet and heavy handed baton. It is only matter of time before death does not scare any more…
As our nation, cosmopolitans, provinces, towns, villages, clans, families, bonds and soul tear apart, we are slowly realizing the doomed compromise. The West is dying, her sciences are slowly reaching their climaxes (I will write article about the sciences in few days; because how does the intellectual like to complain), her land is receding, her economy is declining, her people are becoming peoples and her might is broken. She [the West] has lost the will to live, yet we made fatal pact with her, to share her knowledge, her wealth, her pride and her future but ultimately we will die with her.
Can we not already see the lack of desire to live among the ”Westerners”, their atheism and worldly [nihilism, materialism] desires, lameness and rationality yet the African imports his deathly ideals full heartedly. Where once we all had the bastion of tradition, family and clan to fall back on, by “progressive” laws and the rationality of the West, they have been corroded, debased and rationalized. How can a man live when his wife lacks faithfulness, his family does not care, his son plans his murder, his traditions are backward and his God/Gods/Ancestors are no more?
“The structure of history is, however, cyclical not evolutionary. It is far from being the case that the most recent civilizations are necessarily «superior». They may be, in fact, senile and decadent.” – Julius Evola, on American ''Civilization''
I believe these protesters in my town are sensing and feeling the decline of the West. I don’t believe things will get better in the future. They will get progressively worse and worse as the rot spreads and body decays to mere bones. It is futile to try to save what is left of the “West”. Apparently their culture is inferior, the old ways are baseless and traditions are useless. It is time to break with that. It is not time to look to the North (Africa), East (China, Russia and India) or West. But ultimately to ourselves.
Yes, you read me, it is not in far off places where we will ultimately find the solutions to our problems, but with our own people. There might be time in the future when we might have our own time to rise, but that is not now. Now, we face decline in the shadows of the West, as her economy stumbles on and her intellect wanes, we merely push forward. Things will get worse for our people, the nation would either disintegrate or we will get our Zuma’s that try to ride a sinking ship.
Let us, as all the peoples, unite as one people, and slowly create new culture, not dependent on the West or resorting to Africanism, but instead be rejection of both. Instead let us work to become something new. Neither African, nor European, but something more. Let the brave few work towards that. Let the rest follow their “Western” and “African” illusions.
For ultimately it is what the people long for, it is ultimately what the people want, yet it is not what they think they desire. It is the unspoken conflict in the heart of my little town.
If anyone is interested in gaining a border perspective on what I am talking about, please try to read the following books: The decline of the West by Oswald Spengler, Ride the Tiger a Survival Manual by Julius Evola, A Man among the Ruins by Julius Evola and The Social contract by Jean-Jacques Rousseau.