BLOOD AND SOIL

The British liberal-progressive press frequently refers to various individuals as "Britons," even when it is clear that they are not. This can usually be deduced from the accompanying portrait photos, and from their surnames. Whilst they may, technically, be British citizens, it is obvious they are not Britons. 

The liberal-progressives in Britain persist in equating the possession of British citizenship with the acquisition of the automatic status of a Briton. They do this because it suits their agenda to sideline Britishness as an ethnicity. It allows them to belittle the concept of Britishness by implying that Britishness consists of no more than the possession of a British passport. It permits them to minimize the importance of a shared British history and culture in the formation of the British national character.

When the liberal-progressive media identifies an immigrant of other than north European stock as a “Briton,” they are consciously trashing what being a Briton is. But then, the concept of a white British ethnicity horrifies the liberal-progressives and the left wing. It appals them. They hate mention of a white British ethnicity.

I was born in a British colonial protectorate. Whilst that may give me the right to submit a claim for citizenship of the country that protectorate has since become, even citizenship of that country would not make me a native of that country. Neither its true native peoples, nor my own sense of ethnic and cultural veracity, would permit me to regard myself as a native of that country.

Though born abroad (in an age when Britain possessed a vast global empire, and many Britons were born abroad), I am one thing only: a Briton. My cultural inheritance is that of a native white Briton. So for that matter is my surname and my ethnic appearance.

A people is the sum of its shared ethnicity; of its shared history; of its shared culture; of its shared bloodline. A people is not the consequence merely of possession of identical scraps of paper conferring a particular citizenship in common upon them. In the New World, to be sure, shared citizenship no longer denotes a shared ethnicity. In the New World, in countries like the USA, Argentina, Canada, and Australia, civic nationality appears to work. It does not work so easily in the Old World, where our history is far more ancient, and where we have fought too many wars, and suffered too many invasions, not to know that being British (or French, or German, or Italian) is about so much more than merely possessing British (or French, or German, or Italian) citizenship.

I am a Briton because my bloodline is British (other than a small influx of German and Dutch-American blood in the 19^th century – and note: the DNA of the north Germans and of the Dutch people is almost 100% identical to that of native-born Britons). My bloodline is British (both Scottish-British and English-British) as far back in time as historical records reach. I know where my ancestors have come from, and by far the greater part of my ancestry is British.

My British ancestors lived through all, and doubtless participated in many, of the conflicts that shaped the Scottish and English nations. Following the unification of Scotland with England in 1707, many of my ancestors served in the British army abroad, and in the Royal Navy. My ancestors share a history in common with that of other Britons. I am a true Briton: an ethnic white Briton.

My Scottish-British surname is mine as a birth-right. It was not adopted by eastern European immigrants to Britain in the 19^th century. It was not acquired because it happened to be the surname of a family who owned, as chattels, my ancestors. (And by the way, I must here declare that I loathe the very concept of institutional slavery). It was my Father’s fathers’ name, reaching back many centuries in Scotland. The earliest historical reference to the surname, “Dewar,” appears in the Ragman Rolls of the late 13^th century, and there was a Dewar at the battle of Bannockburn in the early 14^th century, holding aloft before the Scottish army one of the relics of the 8^th century Saint Fillan, a Celtic missionary who made many converts in the Highlands to the Christian faith. There were historically several “Dewars,” (relic keepers), each a keeper of a particular relic of Saint Fillan.   

I know I am a Briton, because blood and soil (that expression the liberal-progressives and the left wing recoil from), makes me a Briton. Not some scrap of paper.