Tag: Americana

Of course the national symbols belong to the Right. The Left not only supports invasion, occupation, and rule by foreigners, but increasingly consists of actual foreigners.

The New York Times appears to have ceded one of the most conspicuous signs of patriotism – the flying of the US flag – to Republicans, saying it may no longer unite people because it’s seen as a symbol of conservatism.

“Today, flying the flag from the back of a pickup truck or over a lawn is increasingly seen as a clue, albeit an imperfect one, to a person’s political affiliation in a deeply divided nation,” the Times said in an article on Saturday, the eve of the US Independence Day holiday.

The article went on to say the flag has become “alienating to some,” after it was embraced by supporters of former President Donald Trump. “And it has made the celebration of the Fourth of July, of patriotic bunting and cakes with blueberries and strawberries arranged into Old Glory, into another cleft in a country that seems no longer quite so indivisible, under a flag threatening to fray.”

Conservatives pounced on the article as an admission that their side now owns American patriotism. “Agreed,” self-described Christian traditionalist Theophilus Chilton told the Times on Twitter. “If you love your country, you’re probably on the right.”

It’s all-too-characteristic of the few actual Americans on the Left to claim that they can be a) patriotic, b) anti-nationalist, and c) favor subjugation to foreigners, but that’s because they are literally insane and are unable to see the contradictions inherent in the narrative-recitations that pass for their “thinking”. 

The real problem is less the anti-Americanism of the Left, but rather the false patriotism of the conservatives, who mindlessly repeat the foreign propaganda that “America is an idea”. Of course, all the ignoramuses who insist that “posterity means anyone living in a geographical location” or “nationality is paperwork” should seriously consider rethinking their false and stupid position given that it it is shared with a dementia-addled Leftist.

I’ve often said that America is the only nation in the world founded on an idea. Every other nation in the world is founded on the basis of either that — geography or ethnicity or religion. You can define every — almost everyone else based on those characteristics, but you can’t define America. I defy you to tell me what constitutes an American. You can’t do it. We’re an incredibly diverse democracy.

– Joe Biden, July 3, 2021

Challenge accepted: An American is a descendant of the mostly British men who settled the Thirteen Colonies and fought the War for Independence that is celebrated today. Americans are the Posterity of the Preamble, whose rights are articulated in the United States Constitution, whose “British brethren” were described in the Declaration of Independence, and whose forefathers declared Independence from the King of England. No one else is an American, regardless of what ideas they claim to believe, where they reside, or what paperwork they carry.

Anything else is not only a lie, but a lie that has been weaponized for over a century to weaken and destroy the American nation.

In the event you don’t understand the importance of the distinction between American Posterity and not-Americans, I suggest reading the Posterity debate between a civic nationalist lawyer who was attempting to defend the “America as Idea” proposition and a humble game designer who happens to read a little history now and then.

A fascinating phenomenon that William Gibson first noted in his “cool hunter” novels some years ago turns out to not only be real, but a viable business in Japan:

Takashi Tateno keeps an office in a simple studio above his wife’s hairdressing salon on the outskirts of Okayama, a medium-sized city in central Japan. In fashion circles, Okayama is famous for one thing: making the world’s best denim, using looms that date back to the 1950s. But Tateno isn’t a denim head. His brand, called Workers, adapts all sorts of American work wear from the 1900s to the ’60s—railroad jackets, canvas dusters, flannel shirts, double-kneed pants. Moreover, he’s obsessed by the American workers who manufactured these garments in their heyday, and the skills, techniques and tools used to produce such high-quality clothing on an industrial scale.

Before he hatched the idea of his own collection, Tateno spent years making clothes himself and working in a factory. At the same time, he launched a Japanese-language website that was absolutely alone in its single-minded pursuit of knowledge about the plans, patterns and procedures that old American work-wear manufacturers used to make their garments under such labels as Crown, W.M. Finck & Co. and Can’t Bust ’Em. Tateno journeyed to the United States multiple times to sift through archives and contact heirs to now-defunct clothing manufacturers to see if they had information about their ancestors’ businesses, and to buy up examples of the old clothes he loved so he could dissect their construction.

Tateno ushers me into his upstairs space. One room is filled with all kinds of clothing, everything from the work wear he collects to contemporary Italian jackets by Boglioli. There is also machinery, including an ancient riveting machine, plus old sewing-machine accessories that Tateno purchases so the factories he hires to produce his collection can make things to the exact specifications of, say, 1924 or 1942, with the same tools in use back then.

“When I learned to sew and tried to make these garments myself, I began to realize just how intricate the work was, what kind of tremendous skill level was required to turn out such huge quantities of high-quality garments,” Tateno says. “These were produced at a time when American workers were the most knowledgeable and skilled in the world.”

Though the kind of skilled manufacturing he admired in these garments had largely disappeared in the United States—a consequence of apparel production moving abroad and garment workers no longer finding work—he saw older Japanese people around him in Okayama with high-level sewing skills. And so he realized that if he could unearth the manufacturing secrets behind these old garments, he could make them in Okayama—and perhaps make them even better than the originals.

The cult of the artisan is ensconced in contemporary urban American culture. This is the ideal of a person who can handcraft a pair of jeans or a necktie, conscious of the most minute details of fabric, workmanship and authenticity. The era Tateno’s clothing harks back to is not the age of the lone artisan laboring over a single creation, though; it’s the era of packed factories in Pennsylvania, Virginia and California churning out thousands and thousands of high-quality garments at a reasonable price, all because of the workers’ skill. The irony is that this ideal of the American worker, which sounds like something lifted from old-school union advertising copy, can be hard to find in America today.

If I had nine lives, I like to think that one of them would have been involved staying in Japan and getting fluent in the language. As Spacebunny says, 95 percent of the weirdness in the world comes out of Japan. It’s the one place in the world where the present is as fascinating as the past.