We are in a struggle for who we are, and for the memory of our ancestors. I became aware of this about a decade ago, and it was jarringly thrust before the eyes of the masses during the summer of 2020, when BLM was rioting and monuments to our people were being toppled. The rage at White people was primarily focused on the South, Confederate monuments, and any historical figure even remotely connected to slavery. Now (2023) the LGBTQIA movement seems to have temporarily taken center stage in the assault on traditional society.
I am a member of a county historical society in Kentucky. I inadvertently joined by giving them a small donation for historic preservation activities at an old property they own, which apparently made me an official member. So I now receive their newsletter. A recent issue noted that a historic home, a fine brick Greek Revival mansion dating to 1840 had recently been painstakingly restored! They are making the new resident owner of it a member of the board of said historical society, even though he and his husband had only recently moved to that town. Yes, he and his husband. And as a bonus, one of them is also apparently Hispanic.
First, as a Christian, I strongly condemn homosexuality as not just sin but the most vile level of perversion, the title of this essay being a veiled reference to Revelation 18:2. Second, I am glad that old houses like this one are being preserved. But this particular incident brought me to a question I had never before considered. If our history is to be preserved so that it may become a habitation of sodomites, does it matter that said relic of our past was preserved? What if parlors that once welcomed ministers and Confederate officers as guests now host queer parties?
To see our monuments torn down, by perfidious officials or by howling mobs, is deeply saddening. But what if our old houses, museums, and placards at historic sites endure -but tell a different story, a story of how evil (by modern “woke” standards) our ancestors were? This is starting in Virginia, at the homes of America’s founders. This is also occurring in the Kentuckiana that I call home, including at a museum I visited last year that had replaced the section dedicated to the county’s (slave owning and Indian fighting) namesake with a case filled with Indian artifacts (just forward of the underground railway display).
And why would a sodomite couple love a 200 year old home, built and inhabited by folks dramatically different from them - by a minister, in fact? Why be fascinated by a time period and its artifacts, a time period whose worldview would condemn their lifestyle and deepest urges? Is it purely an architectural love for the old place? Or is this really just a veiled attack on our heritage, by imposing sodomite dominion on one of our sites, to show us that we no longer even control the official memory of ancestors? I suspect it is the latter.
I am glad the old house still stands, and I hope it is still here 200 years from now! But if our people have become so brainwashed that they love trannys and hate their own ancestors, or are displaced by “migrants” from the Third World, it will not really matter if it still stands. And Kentucky would no longer be Kentucky, even if the name is retained.
We must keep our history alive in the hearts of our people! Our people must endure!