The Stranger
A few months before I was born, back in the early 1960s, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in our family. Mum taught me to love the Word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger was our storyteller.
He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries, and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spellbound for hours each evening. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, my brother, and me to our first major league football game. He was always encouraging us to see the films and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several stars. The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn’t seem to mind, but sometimes Mum would quietly get up - while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places - go to her room, read the Bible, and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave?
You see, my Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house - not from us, from our friends, or from adults. Yet, our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge the stranger was never confronted.
My Dad was a teetotaler who didn’t permit alcohol in his home - not even for cooking. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. He spoke of homosexuality and other sexual deviances as though they were totally acceptable, to him affairs and divorce were the norm. He encouraged race-mixing and communism, even when those things were looked upon with disgust by most Whites, even the most liberal. I know now that the stranger influenced my early concepts of the man/woman, black/white relationship.
As I look back, I believe it was the grace of God that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time, he opposed the values of parents, yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. Nearly forty years have passed since the stranger moved in with us, but if I were to walk into my parent’s home today, I would still see him sitting there waiting for someone to listen to his stories and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?.......We just called him TV.
source: aryanunity.com/stranger.html
This story made me think about our recent history and how our society has changed over the last sixty years. Many of the values that were commonly held then have been turned on their head, thanks to political correctness (social Marxism), to the extent that one can now be arrested for expressing them openly.
It occurred to me that since the 1950s/60s people have had a box in their front room that has, in many cases, for hours every day, influenced the way people think and behave. It has indoctrinated them evening after evening. It is the media, particularly television, that has precipitated the social revolution. It simply would not have been possible without it.
The change has been incremental, but over the years it has fundamentally altered the psyche of our people. We have been taught to be ashamed of our history, and to accept mass-immigration and the promotion of alien cultures at the expense of our own. We have become a people happy to embrace our own destruction.
I will end with a quote from Herbert Marcuse, the 'father of the New Left':
The means of... communication..., the irresistible output of the entertainment and information industry carry with them prescribed attitudes and habits, certain intellectual and emotional reactions which bind the consumers... to the producers and, through the latter to the whole [social system]. The products indoctrinate and manipulate; they promote a false consciousness which is immune against its falsehood... Thus emerges a pattern of one-dimensional thought and behaviour. (Marcuse, cited in Bennett 1982: 43).
source: aber.ac.uk/media/Documents/marxism/marxism08.html
see also:
Conformity, Media Smears and Nationalism
Education, Indoctrination and the Media
3 comments:
Even on a banal level, UBN, I find that the media, be it TV, or one of those celebrity magazines has destroyed what was once was a sense of camaraderie. Thirty years ago I worked in a large psychiatric hospital (on nights), at breaktimes taken in two halves, we would all meet up on a ward and diccuss families, housework and social events. I was even taught to knit by one of my colleagues, and we would exchange recipes and useful ideas. Looking back I took all this for granted. In contrast today I still work nights in a couple of nursing homes, however there is little conversation, and if there is it is usually about the latest "Big Brother", or some local moronic gossip. Handicrafts seem to be a thing of the past, there is little creativity. Added to this is a disinterest in the job which they are paid to do. I find all this sad, and can only say that I am pleased to be in the twilight of my career. Perhaps hard times ahead may improve things.
Anon,
I have rejected your spam comment as it has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with nationalism, the media or anything else to do with what I've written.
You can always switch channel, or turn the thing off altogether!
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