The Politically Incorrect Reader vol.1 (2016).pdf

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Pol Reader #1
July 2016
Why I Write
The Global Favela
Elec on 2048 – Under the Peace of Islam
Don’t Tread on Dhimmi: The Alt-Right Guide to Islam
Is the West Guilty?
The Benefits of Thinking About Your Ancestors
Human Biodiversity vs The Phony Blank Slate “Consensus”
Two Paths
How Universal Is Empathy?
Cousin Marriage, The Islamic World, and Low Trust Socie es
Ethnocentrism is Natural and Normal
White Ethnocentrism: Can Americans Really Be Brainwashed?
What Makes Western Culture Unique?
What Race Were the Greeks and Romans?
Why the West Dominated
Ricardo Duchesne’s Intellectual Defense of the West
Moorish Spain: A Successful Mul cultural Paradise?
How and Why Sweden Became Mul cultural
The Jewish Origins of Mul cultural Britain
Feminism and the Assault on European Civiliza on
Why Democracy Sucks
Ideological and Geopoli cal Origins of the EU – Part I
Ideological and Geopoli cal Origins of the EU – Part II
Why I Write
F. Roger Devlin, 2010
I came late to the issues characteristically discussed in
The Occidental
Quarterly.
I had no interest in politics during my early adult years, a circumstance for
which I am now grateful. Like most Americans, I assumed that “politics”
meant electoral contests between hardly-distinguishable parties.
In early adulthood I encountered
The Gulag Archipelago
and gained a
proper appreciation of just how high the stakes of politics could be.
Initially, I gravitated toward that combination of anti-Communism and
status quo Social Democracy known as neo-conservatism. In the academic
bubble I then inhabited, such a stance was viewed as radical.
As a college instructor, I was baffled to receive student essays vehemently
maintaining the “equality” of black and white, or singing the heroism of
Rosa Parks. My classes were in philosophy, and I never mentioned race at
all. Clearly, this was the stuff students had been taught to write for their
professors before they got to me.
The stridency of their language suggested they were defending an idea
under heavy attack. But where was the attack? All I had
ever
heard anyone
say about races is that they were “equal.” If this is all the students wanted to
say, what were they getting so worked up about? They wrote as if they were
trying to scratch an itch.
I wished to devote my life to learning and scholarship, with no thought of
practical application beyond eventually sharing my knowledge with the
generation that came after me. Of course, I quickly learned that few of my
colleagues shared this elevated, quasi-monastic notion of the scholar’s
calling. Some turned out to hold beliefs weirdly similar to the jailors
described by Solzhenitsyn; many more did not, but were untroubled by —
or afraid of — those who did.
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