“O my Hiawatha! All your prayers are heard in heaven, For you pray not like the others; Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater craft in fishing, Not for triumph in the battle, Nor renown among the warriors, But for profit of the people, For advantage of the nations.”
These lines were taken from the epic poem The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, written in 1855. That year, at a time when political correctness had not yet been invented, an anonymous reviewer for the New York Times judged the poem harshly:
“As an Indian Saga, embalming pleasantly enough the monstrous traditions of an uninteresting, and, one may almost say, a justly exterminated race, the Song of ‘Hiawatha’ is entitled to commendation. As a poem, it deserves no place, … We maintain it, there is no romance about the Indian.”
Longfellow’s poem follows the birth, life, and adventures of a maturing Hiawatha. His adventures come to an end when, in the second to last chapter, the hero encounters white missionaries seeking to spread Christianity. The Indians passively accept the arrival of these strangers from the regions of the morning,
“Let us welcome, then, the strangers, Hail them as our friends and brothers, And the heart’s right hand of friendship, Give them when they come to see us.”
As we now know, this naive, friendly welcome brought about a combination of war and disease that ended in the near-extinction of Native American civilization. But do we, Europeans, not find ourselves at a similar point in time, when we sheepishly accommodate mass immigration, allowing Muslim hordes to settle on our holy birth ground, having the soldiers of Allah erect their symbols of conquest, hundreds if not thousands of mosques, barracks of hate in our once Christian lands? Are we, too, not witnessing the onset of our civilization’s collapse?
If Native Americans could be so foolish to ignore the white man’s violent side and to underestimate his technological capability, surely white man himself can be just as foolish not to recognize the subversiveness of Islamic war doctrine, and underestimate a migrant undercurrent that hates us. While, on the one hand, our self-imposed politeness, our institutionalized political correctness, and our trust-based policies of open borders have greatly benefited an exchange of ideas and brought tremendous economic profit, on the other hand, these things have also blinded our minds from seeing the Trojan threat of foreign conquest.
The West has lost its way. Bouncing from fascist Hitlerism to ultra-socialist democracy in under a century, the hands of time have unhinged the West, separating it from a required sense of direction, reason, and sanity. As Charles Chaplin once put it, “We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.” Soon, globalism’s false song will fade into the hypnotizing cries of the black-clothed Sirens of Islam.
What shall they write about us when we are gone?
Then let us cease to be deaf and blind. Let us not work for heaps of profits, not for greater self-promotion, not for the triumph of our goodness, nor for renown among the nations, but for the survival of our peoples, for the revival of the West.