Woke Right is Coming for your Son: Kitiki #312
Gaslighting Our Sons
“This is the day.”
It’s my resolve that as I wake up in the morning to claim this day as mine, that it belongs to me and not some tweet, notion of power, or new grift. It’s my day and how I choose to allow it to begin is exactly that—my choice.
I talk to people and hear their frustration that they don’t know where the country is going or what the crap is going on. To them, I hear and for days, weeks even months on end I find myself in that pit and realize that even though I am not the only one wallowing in it, I can decide how long I want to be in it.
I think I see daylight. Though I hear rumblings of thunder, I have an umbrella and willing to walk out into the rain and do whatever it is I have to do without be kept indoors fretting about a new tariff, name, or threat to my sanity or my bankbook. He’s not the boss of me.
I think that could be the new resolve for me. “He’s not the boss of me,” as I go to the grocery store, drive to the local coffee shop, or even just stream the latest Netflix, Paramount of Prime TV show or movie. NTBOM, not the boss of me is a way of claiming your home, your mind, your country. As I communicate with some of my international friends, they are appalled by all the events they hear or see occurring in America. They feel for me, America, and the world. The homage is as much to them as those here whether they wear hats or not, “when are you going to claim what’s yours?”
What’s yours?
The day belongs to you and if you allow someone to tread on it, blame yourself. Take out the toxicity. Remove the oxygen, put things on pause and take back what’s yours. As you do that, share it with others, and as General McChrystal mentions in his new book, add some character to your life.[1]
But sometimes, generally after my walk, I interrupt my free thinking with the pills of truth. Today’s pill was about Thomas Achord, a closeted online agitator, who was a headmaster of Sequitur Classical Academy. A Christian [K – 12] Academy in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Achord was publicly exposed for “racism and antisemitism”…attempting to quietly turn teenage boys toward white nationalism.” [2] He bragged about turning young, particularly white men into racist. Parents spent an average of $4000 for this indoctrination. That increased my heart rate more than the hill I had just climbed.
As I read more about this, a part of me began to understand and fear a growing trend. Heather Cox Richardson in her book Democracy Awakening discussed Charlottesville, and how Trump’s “anti-immigration policies and language of dominance heartened right wing gangs.”[3] Many of which on August 11, 2017, went to Charlottesville, Viriginia. They included: racists, antisemites, white nationalists, Ku Klux Klan members, neo-Nazis ostensibly to protest the removal of the statue or Confederate general Robert E. Lee.
As I held my breath, waiting for my blood pressure to come down, thinking of how a headmaster at a Christian School could teach white nationalism?[4] Accepting that truth, I read where Rod Dreher points out, the woke right is coming for your son. Places like Sequitur Classical Academy touting a core value “to exalt Christ in all things” [5] exist, and are perfect grooming ground to influence an audience of white boys
“growing up in a culture that tells you that you are what’s wrong with the world. You are not only demonized by cultural elites and institutions—not because of anything you believe or have done—but because of who you are. Not only that, but you will be denied opportunities for educational and professional advancement, and those power-holders who treat you that way will consider themselves virtuous for having done so. And you see women and non-whites openly embracing their identity groups, while you are told this is off-limits to you.”
Remember, a racist was the headmaster at this Kindergarten to 12th grade Academy at one time.
So the truth got out. It always does. With that thought, I still hold a hopeful view as I reminisce on movies as Remember the Titans, and Princess Leia’s belief that "Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, you'll never make it through the night." And that’s the hope that keeps me believing in America and looking forward to my walks in the morning, the sun all before interruptions.
But despite interruptions, it’s my day and I can go on and make it through the night.
[1] Leaders: Myth and Reality: McChrystal, General Stanley, Eggers, Jeff, Mangone, Jay: 9780525534372: Amazon.com: Books
[2] Rod Dreher: The Woke Right Is Coming for Your Sons
[3] Heather Cox Richardson, Democracy Awakening. [New York: Viking, 2023], 111
[4] Headmaster of Classical Christian Academy Out After Racist Tweets Uncovered