There’s a sadness within me that comes from understanding something. It’s like there is nothing I can do about it. I like my race, but I wouldn’t bet my money on it.
You’ve all heard and read about how all the other races are immigrating into our country, creating areas that are theirs, and then reproducing to a point where they can vote their representatives into our government. You see them on the streets, in our stores, and you rub elbows with them at work. They’re people. We’re people. There really isn’t anything wrong with it. It is completely legal (or at least it should be). This nation is a melting pot, and we (my white ancestors) were in their shoes at one time. I’m sure mine probably walked through Ellis Island at some time. They came from the Ukraine, Denmark, Germany, and Austria.
What makes me sad is that white birth rates and death rates have dropped so much that eventually we will not exist. This won’t happen from competition, but from the loss of genetic selection. There is very little interest or understanding about human genetic selection, due to the horrors from Nazi Germany. So most of what I’ll be saying is based on my personal observations. Mind you, that I lived and breathed evolution throughout my collegiate studies, my laboratory career, and my relentless escape to the basketball floor until my knees told me, “enough”. For decades, I couldn’t ride down a highway without constantly contemplating the environmental and genetic factors involved in creating the individual colonies of plants that flourished in the ditches.
Back when I was born, the 1950’s, everyone in town was white (pop. 2000). One couple adopted a Korean orphan. He was THE minority. (He passed away years ago from cancer acquired from his job working with chemicals to “fortify” animal feeds, but that’s another sad story.) The average family in my home town had four to six kids. The Catholics had between eight and twelve.
Anyway, these kids, aka baby boomers, had their kids. I’ve seen them. I’ve played with them. I’ve heard about them. I had my own. I’ve lived it all over again through them.
This next generation, compared to mine, isn’t as healthy. Is it the food we eat? Is it the drugs that are available? Is it the loss of a close, religious community? Is it our newer, modern beliefs? Is it healthier to grow up in a larger family? Why are some illnesses growing?
Or is it genetics? Have the low death rates from improved medical treatments following WWII allowed too many baby boomers to grow up and reproduce? How does this compare to all the previous generations when half of the children born would die before reproducing? Have you ever walked through an old cemetery and noticed all the young people, frozen in time? Would you still be kicking at your age if you had been born in 1850? Would you have made it past childbirth without modern medicine?
If thisis happening, how healthy will our next generation be? Will illness grow faster than our medical system can handle? Is this a reason why so many great cultures in the past have peaked and then died? Is it genetics? Does it take just a couple of generations for a population to blossom and then wilt back into history? Is this what we’re watching happen right now?
Should we be welcoming the blood of survivors into our nation, our community, and our homes? Should we smile when we see interracial dating? When will the government give bonus deductions for interracial marriages?
How can we accept a belief that completely conflicts with who we are? Our very existence?
What is in us that is worth saving?
How can we increase the masculine energies in our culture to get back into balance?
If everything is an illusion, are we getting along further by believing in evolution? Or is all this happening because we don’t?
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