In Wagner's opera The Flying Dutchman, the mythical figure of the Dutchman appears, central to the opera. Cursed by God for blaspheming during a storm, he wanders the seas endlessly. He burns with desire to see his homeland but is forever denied satisfaction by the curse, only finding redemption through the love of a faithful woman.
Wagner - himself an exile and wanderer - envisages nothing worse than being cursed to never coming home - the Dutchman's pain and dark fate are contrasted with the community he visits and disrupts. He can offer gold and treasure to manipulate other characters, but to him is worthless compared to home and love, both forever denied him. A dark and tortured melody rises as the Dutchman describes his cursed fate, and sets the tone of burden and suffering through the opera.
Wagner could never have imagined that in 2018, a new dark irony had developed; had he ever visited the Netherlands, the Dutchman would have found an unrecognizable place. He would assume he was in North Africa by mistake.
Moreover, he would likely find it most peculiar to see in Europe a globalized elite for whom the concept of homeland is gauche; petit bourgeois. Not for them; they must have studied overseas, friends from every corner of the globe, children studying overseas, and a global mind for the movement of capital and labor.
Regular readers of The Republic Standard will know that the projected demographic future of Europe is bleak. The reality, as well - many Australian, Canadian and American visitors are expecting the continent their parents visited, only to find ethnically fractured nations, brimming with tension and mistrust, and with a native elite that not only refuses to acknowledge the ongoing disaster but elevates it and doubles down.
A new aristocracy, this elite has emerged, displaying as much arrogance and apathy to the suffering of their fellow countrymen as the nobility of the ancien regime. At least that nobility could be occasionally reined in by an honorable monarch, the clergy or by at least the keeping up of Christian appearances. The new elite has no time for such 'superstitious' ideologies, and forges forth, confidently armed with the standard issue modern capitalist, secular worldview, in which social justice overrides any more ancient matters of governance (borders, cohesion, security). Worse than that, unlike the ancient nobility (who could be relied upon to serve their own interests), the new elite genuinely believes that they are on a mission to redress 'historical injustice', 'social injustice'. They lack historical knowledge that contradicts the liberal narrative they were taught in university, in which the West (and now simply white people) is the sole source of violence, oppression, chaos, and corruption in the world. Naïve, ignorant, and armed with an ideology that perceives a post-racial, post-gender politics utopia, they have compressed and moved the Overton window, and are they new clergy and nobility, the liberal secular mullahs of our glorious theocracy.
So far, they have had their way. However, history tells us that gravity cannot be suspended forever; there were definite warning signs that France's finances and governance were veering awry for decades before 1789. Yet the necessary measures could not be taken, for the nobility had refused to accept reality.
So it is with our situation: the brutal facts of mass third world migration; colonies inside countries, parallel legal systems, terrorism, gang rapes, jihad by fertility, etc., are noticed by the public and are already leading to grassroots pressure that cannot be ignored forever. The new nobility sniffs at us and suggests we "eat kebab", for our petty concerns do not touch them, their jobs, their colleagues or their children. The sacraments of the religion of modern liberalism are above mere human concerns - especially when such matters come from grubby white people who can't speak properly.
For these people are above mere nations; they are global citizens, for whom the Dutchman's fate is not a curse, it is a status symbol. They revel in losing their accents and disconnecting themselves with their homelands, and their 'narrow-minded', 'parochial' concerns. It is far more noble to dedicate oneself to grand international campaigns in which one can sweep in and deliver justice as directly as bags of rice from a helicopter, in which the third world are either the downtrodden Miserables (for whom a generation of food and education would change everything), or the tormented souls executing atrocities only because of some crime Whitey committed eons ago. This elite trumpets their multicultural openness but understands non-Western cultures far less than their Victorian forebears. Usually, they don't speak non-Western languages - unlike the French and English imperialists of yore - which neatly prevents them from confronting the ugly parts of the cultures they wish to simultaneously enlighten, liberate and empower - as if modernization wasn't in conflict with tribal and superstitious beliefs in the third world.
So our tired Dutchman, in the opera redeemed through love, would today seek redemption through an unusual abnegation of his culture, and a studied blindness towards the suffering of his countrymen. I know my feelings on the matter.