Oikophobia and Oikophilia

and why I am pro-White

Oikophobia is the curse of the modern European, the cold shoulder given to all those who came before, the voiceless wind that wants to murmur but cannot, the passage of time without any meaning but great loss. Oikophobia has broken our people to the point that we view ourselves as atomized individuals without any responsibilities to the ancestors or the living members of our race. However, for tens of thousands of years, our ancestors had an intense oikophilia which allowed for us to create healthy households, happy families, and wholesome traditions. Oikophilia will return like waves on the beach, let me assure you.

We refuse to embrace our ancestral households in their entirety, while literally every other race has healthy ethno-centrism, pride, and oikophilia for their own people over others. Clearly, this healthy ethno-centrism portrayed by Africans, Indians, Asians, or Mexicans doesn’t get in the way of them interacting with and enjoying other cultures, neither does it stop them from adopting or even idolizing other cultures. White people refuse to understand this, and because of this, we have experienced deep spiritual loss and there has been little cultural transmission from the older generations to the younger. We have arrested development as a race, we are like the blossoming teen sports champion who drinks beer in his old age, only to look back in shame on the career that replaced his broken family. Why does he drink so much? What did he do with his life? Why does his wife nag and bitch, and where do those pills keep going? How come his daughters are promiscuous and his sons are checked out? How did it come to this, he might ask himself in his old age, sipping on estrogenic beer and watching his daughters twerk on the Internet while his sons simp for strange women? Where did all these foreign eyes come from, looming at his family from the alleyways and tellerbooths? How did it come to this, he might ask himself?

We are adrift, like a ship at sea with no mast, no rudder, and a captain who shoots anyone who points this out. Soon enough, we will flounder on the rocks and the crew will mutiny and reclaim our very lives.

According to Wikipedia:

“Oikophobia (Greek: oîkos, 'house, household' + phóbos, 'fear'; related to domatophobia and ecophobia^[1]) is an aversion to a home environment, or an abnormal fear (phobia) of one's home^[2] and also a tendency to criticize or reject one's own culture and praise other cultures.^[3]

I find this interesting, because it relates this phobia to ecophobia (the fear of one's home surroundings) which clearly reveals a thread of relation running between them. These phobias are related in the sense that they are a fear of what is natural, what is normal, what is traditional, and what is healthy. This phobia is rife throughout the West, hence the desire for White youth to take part in cultural expressions which are universalized or entirely foreign, hence the rise in familial abuse, depression, mental illness, and promiscuity. Ask a White person the meaning of their last name, the origin of their family, the history of their household, and the traditions of their ancestors, and you will quickly find that the majority of Whites have an aversion to even talking about such things at length. Most have no interest in such things, and a large chunk are aggressively opposed to anything from our cultural traditions.

If we extend this to the lived experiences of modern people, we find that the lack of tradition, culture, and healthy households leads to arrested development in children leading to immature adults, broken families, identity crises, and the normalization of damaging behavior such as multi-culturalism, egalitarianism, and affirmative action. From Wikipedia:

In his 2004 book England and the Need for Nations, British conservative philosopher Roger Scruton adapted the word to mean "the repudiation of inheritance and home".^[7] He argues that it is "a stage through which the adolescent mind normally passes",^[8] but is also a feature of some, typically leftist, political impulses and ideologies which espouse xenophilia, i.e. preference for foreign cultures.^[9]

Here we find that oikophobia is associated with both adolescence and liberal political impulses. Fascinating. This directly correlates to the contention made by traditionalists that the lack of traditional social structures will lead to general unhappiness and moral decay. Unsurprisingly, liberals seek to erode traditional social structures in return for multi-cultural ones and this has led to a great deal of moral decay and unhappiness. Liberals are basically like petulant teenagers rebelling against their drunk conservative parents who are so out of their element that neither side seems capable of looking back at the traditional grandparent who scolds both of them in silence from the shadow of a shallow grave.

The presence of oikophobia in our nations has led directly to our embrace of foreigners, leading to famous cases such as the 2015–16 New Year's Eve sexual assaults in Cologne, Germany. We could also examine the Cannon Hinnant Case, or the more recent Murder of Austin Metcalf, or even the Shiloh Hendrix Controversy. Simply Google “murder of white woman by black man” and you will not find a list of such cases, even though there are actually hundreds of thousands of cases, but instead you will find NAACP opinion pieces on “lynchings and false accusations” claiming that such cases are often just White racism. Of course, the NAACP ignores the fact that accusations by White women against foreign men are always well-founded and based on lived experiences by these White women, such as the Black Horror on the Rhine, where thousands of German women were raped by French colonial levies from Africa who were purposely posted there by the French as revenge on the Germans for perceived crimes during WW1. These issues would not have arisen without the complex psychological rejection Whites have committed to their own traditions and cultures.

We made this bed, and now we have to sleep in it.

Now that we know about oikophobia, let us cover the opposite feeling - oikophilia.

Oikophilia is the love that one has for their own surroundings, home, and culture. It is the natural baseline for all humans in history, including the majority of humans who are alive today. Even among Whites, it is more common to see children and youth desiring the home, but as they go through the natural oikophobic stages of adolescence, they slowly become warped and influenced by liberal society which erodes their oikophilia away until they no longer know their own identity and are no longer proud of their own heritage. Among healthy humans, oikophilia is the driving creative force that allows for a folk to remain strong, healthy, and independent. Oikophilia is the feeling a man feels when he returns home to a loving family after a long journey away. This is the virtuous ideal that was given to all humans at birth in the loving embrace of their kin - this is the summer rain, the winter snows, the green fields, the warm hearth, the laughing voices, and the smiling faces of family.

No healthy human desires a broken family, community, or nation. No healthy human hates their ancestors and seeks to throw away their cultural inheritance. It is the modern White who seeks to adopt black music, speech, and dress, while adopting jewish religious tendencies or New Age religions based in asiatic cultures. It is the modern White who identifies with anything but their ancient European ancestors.

Oikophilia is the foundation of a household, nation, or culture. It is the lifeblood that allows a folk group to sustain itself with wholesome, life-affirming, positive affirmation and perseverance. This love goes deeper than any mine-shaft, higher than any sky scraper, and farther than the deepest space satellite. Everything we have done in history comes from a primordial foundation of oikophilia which started back in the Stone Age when we first began to gather in tribes and households. This oikophilia is the reason we accomplished every great deed from taming the hound to hunt the neanderthal, to the horse who pulls our chariots, to ships for crossing the great seas, to cars for driving across the wide lands, to planes for soaring in the cloudy kingdoms above, to the rocket ship and our tremendous forays into the void expanse of space. Our abiding love for our folk is what has allowed us to create such prosperous nations throughout history, and it is the reason our cultures are so rich and teeming with life-affirming tales of virtue and love.

Without oikophilia, we become houseless.

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Why I am pro-White

I naturally had oikophilia as a young child, but I lost it over the course of my life owing to mixed messages coming from every adult who had influence over me, leading to an intense identity crisis and ensuing oikophobia. This brief overview will leave out many important life events and details, but I am hoping that some of you will understand just how a man like me is produced. I did not appear out of a vacuum, rather I was forged over the long course of seasons, first fashioned in the womb with pieces of proud Europeans composing my genetics. My identity was given to me at birth, and I’ve slowly reinforced this identity over the course of my life, learning my limits and compulsions, my desires and whims, my ambitions and passions.

I was born to a classic Scots-American father with deep Southern roots and an incredibly mixed-European mother (Irish, English, German, French, Spanish, and Basque) who had relatively nebulous roots across the Midwest and north Appalachia. My father’s family lived far away in Texas while my mother’s family constituted my direct family who I grew up with, and boy were the two families quite different. I was born in 1997 and my earliest memories consist of my childhood dog licking my feet, a firefighter’s parade in our safe little homogeneous small town, and 9/11 - this last event loomed in my mind like a foreign specter, and played a major role in my attitudes as a young child, making me love my country and desire its protection. My favorite game as a child was playing war in the yard, and when I was 10 years old I wrote my first story which was about WW3 of all things! This inborn patriotism came from multiple angles, such as my early memories of 9/11, but also my grandfathers who were all veterans of various wars or military occupations. I was deeply drawn to nationalistic symbols, concepts, ideas, and values, leading to an obsession with Americana and military memorabilia. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I was coupling this love for my American nation with an intense desire for justice and recompense for 9/11.

My family was not fully traditional. My father was a Texan who raised his family in the Midwest, and I recall him defending the Confederacy’s actions in the Civil War, defending their states’ rights. My mother constantly pushed against his traditional views and values, I recall their arguments as a young child and her constantly undermining his authority before I was even fully cognizant of my own identity. I began to resent my upbringing and my mother’s family for being so confusing, for not being capable of answering my many persistent questions, and primarily this resentment grew based around their understanding of their own familial background, which was sorely lacking and filled with misconceptions and lies about my maternal grandfather’s heritage. They were philo-semites who wished to cleave themselves to Israel and Judaeo-Christian egalitarianism, and they never once raised me to identify with any ancestral heritage, rather I was raised to be just another raceless American. Since my mother’s family was so multi-cultural and rootless, they were constantly seeking materialist outlets for their cultural needs such as vacations, businesses, volunteering for inner city blacks, and missions trips. I was actually very confused about race as a little boy, and since my skin could tan and my blonde hair was slowly turning brown, I was nervous I might even turn black! Thankfully, my father explained to me the truth and I became increasingly interested in his familial background, that I was a MacMillan descended from Scottish chieftains, monks, and knights. To recap, my mother’s family confused my senses, while my father provided brief moments of respite.

However, since I had no real foundation, I was basically lost to social pressures and I started listening to rap and smoking weed and cigarettes at the ripe age of 14 - I spiraled out of control owing to the mixed signals and messages I received from every adult in my life. My father taught me conservative tradition, my mother taught me centrism, my teachers indoctrinated me with egalitarianism, and the media pressed liberalism through music and TV shows. I retreated into games, books, and fantasy worlds. I retreated into the bastion of the military, my dream occupation. Then, two hippy veterans convinced me 9/11 was an inside job, and my most formative memory was shattered when I learned it was not an attack by foreigners against America, but the American government against the American people. My world was now fully shattered, and I lost my identity for a good long while. I became oikophobic and ran away from home, from culture, from tradition, from my nation. I desired anarchy, rebellion, civil war, freedom! While away from home, my family went even further liberal and to this day I still struggle with the oikophobic choices they’ve made against our heritage, ancestry, and culture. Family is still family, and my nation is still my nation, so I have not given up on them yet, regardless of their disastrous decisions. My family may make poor decisions for our generations, and my government may betray my nation, but these things are mine to cherish and love, given to me by my ancestors and the Divine.

Ralof from Skyrim says it best. Oh, those towers loomed in my mind.

After leaving home, I met countless new peoples and interacted with them on a 1:1 basis, without busybody adults dictating my every perspective. I could now examine the world with my own eyes, and I did not like what I found, slowly turning against the moral degeneracy in my peers, the weakness and lack of courage in White men, the sexual promiscuity of White women, and the foreign nature of other races in America, barring the old Natives who are like relics from a lost time. I smoked and drank with these people. I treated them as equals, and often time received nothing but shallow relations in return. Over time, the fatigue began to set into my body and I felt like a stranger in my own homeland. When a close friend read Mein Kampf and began to argue with me about the contents, I found myself looking back home for the first time in a long time.

Europe. It called to me. I had to learn more about why we were letting liberals embrace foreigners over our own peoples and cultures. It made no sense at the time owing to the faux-humanitarianism of liberals. So, I delved into our history, first through conspiracy, then through ethnography, finally through archaeo-genetics and mythology. My mind was on fire with fables, legends, and real events, and my heart became leal once more, and I was filled with zeal for life.

I learned that our ancestors have thrived and survived for tens of thousands of years in Europe and Eurasia, making successive mighty civilizations stronger than those of other races. I learned that our forefathers turned from our ancestral religions to worship a foreign conception that equated us to jews and our gods to demonic fallen angels. I learned that we were subsequently faced with countless invasions by Asiatics (Huns, Mongols, Turks) and Semites (jews, Arabs, Moors) - these invasions are not over, they continue to this very day. I learned that jewish bankers funded the liberal revolutions of Europe which toppled our ancient monarchies and aristocracies, and I learned that they later created communism to topple to the last European empires. They infiltrated the American government and wielded us like a sword against Europe, and we killed our German cousins in WW1 and WW2, leading to the deaths of tens of millions of innocent White people through war, famine, gulag-slavery, firebombing, and the dreaded Red Scare. I learned that America abandoned the Western Tradition in return for Noahide Laws, and we subsequently conquered countless markets for our new usurious masters in Israel. We made the Nation of Israel and now we are their financial and spiritual slaves, both our money systems and religious conceptions utilize their ideas and moral values.

I learned that Israel’s Mossad was behind 9/11, and my life story came full circle. The case was sealed, and I finally understood what had happened to me throughout my life. I had been misled and subverted by a foreign people who have a vested interest in controlling and manipulating my people. Their religious texts talk about it, and they even have us associating our spirits with their holy figures such as Abraham and David, we name our own children after them. We have Stockholm Syndrome and we identify with our abusers.

With this knowledge, I was forced to partake in the great struggle that our race has been partaking in since the dawn of history. I am nothing more than a link in a mighty chain, a fledgling leaf on the ancestral tree of Europe, a war poet writing about ancient wars and the war to come. I now know who I am in explicit genetic and historical detail, and I will defend this identity and heritage with my life, for this identity is indeed my very life. I am not alone. Millions of us became aware of our situation during the false COVID pandemic, which saw massive amounts of global migration from the third-world into European nations, even though there was supposedly a deadly pandemic and such poor folks did not have access to vaccines. Nothing made sense, and we looked on with cold eyes, anger rising in our chests like spurious flames sputtering in the wind. There is an inferno raging in the hearts of all proud White folk, but we remain genteel.

We will not remain genteel for long. Soon enough, the Gentile will find his spirit once more, and the world will remember the barbarity of the Northmen.

We will no longer turn a blind eye to what is happening to our nations and cultures. We have allowed other people to define us. Those we battled against for centuries (Semites) call us anti-semites and immoral heretics; those we colonized (blacks, indians) call us racist conquerors; those we uplifted through humanitarian means and cultural transmission (the entire world) now calls us appropriators, cultureless, and people without native status.

There are double standards against us will no longer be ignored. It is not right that blacks can say “Blacks Live Matter” but we cannot say “White Lives Matter” let alone “All Lives Matter” - instead, we are ostracized and sometimes jailed for speaking out against anti-White prejudice and crimes done to our women and children. If a White woman wants to devote her life to advocating for black causes, she will find that society will welcome such a decision. If she were to decide to advocate for White causes, for her own people and identity, she will quickly find herself vilified and possibly jailed.

I don’t want to doom out and blackpill. I could make a list of crimes done against us longer than any of my articles. I could write a whole book on the subject. The simple fact of the matter is that I am pro-White because I am White. I was born with my identity given to me by the Divine, nature, and my ancestors - my family and nation might forget our identity and instead associate themselves with vague ideas such as racial and religious inclusion, world peace, social justice, and redemptive forgiveness, but I will not go down that path. I will instead affirm nature and the cosmos in its entirety and I will be virulently oikophilic.

Drop the oikophobia.

Become oikophilic.

It’s time to come home.

The most recent Substack article by

Zander

shows exactly what I am getting at here. His entire ‘stack shows much of what I mean, in fact. To list all the Substackers who write about important topics would take too long, but others such as

Imperium Press

Sectionalism Archive

Der Einzige

Gildhelm

James Dowler

are worth checking out for the same reasons.

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Hail the folk! Hail the household! Hail victory! o///