Whatever Happened To Tribalism?

'The Ship' Inn at Heybridge circa 1925.
A few years back I was involved in the English Nationalist scene. Reason being was that I mostly see myself as an Englishman before the civic British or overarching European identity and I was, as I still am, deeply concerned with the future for my country and the indigenous people who live here. More recently, after watching the dire situation unfold in Europe, I've begun to take a more pan-european approach to my concerns, recognising that whatever fate befalls the continent, is likely to occur in England too.

Suddenly the old grievances and differences between England and France for instance seem petty and insignificant in the face of the mutual struggles that we all face. There is a niggling suspicion in the back of my mind though that this apparent new found kinship between the various European nations, at least in nationalist circles, is all part of the European Union's plan to remove the old cultural rivalries by creating a new enemy - namely the migrant horde and perhaps even the globalists themselves.

In truth the Nationalist's view of national identities, let alone continent-wide ones, are a relatively new phenomenon. A century ago, and for most of our human history, our loyalty lay with a local community that we grew up in, engaged with on a daily basis and belonged to. Sadly today, with multiculturalism and the lack of human interaction in our modern environment - our human instincts are having to find new ways to adjust to this new worldview. I foresee an issue as our sense of what constitutes our own tribe expands to include a greater number of people. Localised traditions, folklore and regional language which is already under threat across Europe looks set to be even further destroyed by any attempt to create an artificial 'white' identity. Paradoxically it could be seen that in our attempts to save Europe, we're actually tightening the globalist's grip around our necks.

The Cockeys And The Country Bumpkins


Ask someone to name a well known English community that exists, (or at least did exist within living memory,) and you're likely to hear the name Cockney.  My Grandad was a true Cockney, born in ear-shot of the Bow Bells, but visit east London today and you'll be hard pressed to find a white face at all. I often cite the fact that my family originally came from the east end of London, who among other reasons, left the capital to escape the immigrant influx after the second world war. My family like a great number of other ex-Londoners left the capital to start a new life in what was then the leafy suburbs of Essex. An interesting thing to note however is that whilst we presume that the England before the the nineteen-fifties was completely homogeneous, there still existed huge variations in the local cultures and language which sadly, like the Cockneys, have been dying out for centuries.

Fast forward to 2017 and the leafy suburbs and furrowed fields of rural Essex have rapidly begun to resemble a London overspill. Over population, over development and over priced housing are quickly destroying any remaining agrarian charm that still existed around the Southend that I grew up in. Recognising that in all likelihood the area I belong to is about to become yet another "diverse" concrete jungle, I started last year to begin documenting my area's history before it's gone forever - but the research has left me feeling a little depressed, if I'm totally honest.

I often forlorn the passing of the white London culture, but as I began over the last year or so to conduct local history research, something started becoming apparent. Not only did the social policies of the inter-war period and post-war Britain put in motion the destruction of English or British cultures in the inner-cities - but the white flight that "progress" created also destroyed the surrounding agrarian communities which in some cases had existed virtually unchanged for centuries.

It's hard to imagine today, but Essex was once far removed from the stereotype of white stilettos and fake tan. In days-gone-by it was instead known for its fruit farms, corn dollies and superstitious belief in witchcraft (which continued up until the early 20th century.) The dialect was also completely different to the "Estuary English" I am myself unfortunately afflicted with. The accent in these parts originally sounded almost West Country, and the language itself held on to some frankly bizarre localisms (my personal favourite is the word Hodmedod for snails as an example) and remnants of old English or proto-Germanic words until relatively recently.

I happened upon something which really made me think some weeks though, and is the main purpose and inspiration behind this article. Whilst rummaging through Southend library I found a book entitled "Essex Survivals" written by Fred Roe in 1929, and in it he gives a personal account of his experiences with members of rural farming and coastal communities. Reading these stories today, they seem rather comical, but I think they highlight just how far removed our sense of community has sunk to today;

"...against the walls of the 'Ship' Inn,  at the lock gates, were some forms, and here congregated the usual knot of gossipers from the adjoining cottages. The sunset was deepening into a succession of ravishing colours as a tall man strode up the incline and stopped in front of the merry-makers. I can see the man now, a well-built fellow of the labouring class, fustian clad,  and with a ragged tawny moustache descending in Viking fashion over his lower jaw. His boots were white with dust from the roads, and slung over his shoulder was a rush satchel. A typical East Anglian, with not a bad face, and a tired manner.
Conversation instantly ceased, and the Heybridge  group looked blankly at the new arrival.
'Evenin', mates, he ventured.
'Evenin',' came the very distant response.
'Warmer than ever,' continued the new-comer.
'That's so.'
'I be going up to Stubbing's,' volunteered the tall man.
'Ay.'
The man did not sit down, but leaned down on the stout stick he was carrying as though fatigued.  Obviously he was not wanted. The sunset was on his face and I noticed his eyes were bright blue. There was a curiously pensive look about him, as if wishful for companionship. In another class of life he would have been a dreamer.
Not another word would the cronies vouchsafe but impenetrable monosyllables. The tall man finished his modest half-measure of ale, and bidding the others good night strode off towards Maldon through the light mist which was already rising from the canal.
'They seemed to treat that man pretty coolly,' I remarked to an onlooker.
'Like as not,' was the reply; 'whoy, he's a foreigner.'
'A foreigner,' I queried; 'he looked British enough.'
'That may be, but he's a foreigner.'
'He seemed a decent sort of fellow.'
'Very like, but a foreigner. And we don't hold with suchlike. He comes from Goldhanger.'
Goldhanger being some four or five miles away. 
The unwelcome intruder having departed, conversation and laughter recommenced."

It seems remarkable that just a hundred years ago the local communities in England were still so small and cohesive that they would consider the next village along from them as being foreign. Today, nobody knows or even cares to know even their next door neighbours any more, and there seems a real feeling of indifference and apathy regarding that lack of immediate local identity. That sense of belonging is, or at least was, an integral part of what makes us human, and missing that component of "us and them" in our lives may well be why so many people in this age are rendered nothing more than semi-suicidal mass-consumers. It would seem this situation is yet another string to multiculturalism's bow. The current situation disenfranchises and isolates individuals, and with us all being forced by law to consider everyone regardless of background as being apart of our immediate community, it seems to destroy any chance of organic groups forming on their own. It would seem if nothing else that this model for society is great for increasing the economic output of a nation by effectively demoralising its people to the point where only the pursuit of material goods are worthy of their time and effort. Over ruling this inate desire to create an 'us' is perhaps the reason why today we're seeing so many different political or identity problems in the West - like transgenderism or feminism, etc. In a stable environment where you're only having to deal with a few hundred people who you know fairly well - you don't need to create a false identity, because you already have one.

I'm not suggesting that we start ignoring people who happen to live in the next town or village, but what I do think is that it's rather important for us to get back some sort of local cohesion, whether that be at a Parish level or a wider area. The trouble is that for many, overpopulation or diversity prevents that from being a feasible option. Ideally for us all to be happier we need to somehow return ourselves to smaller, semi-agrarian communities - but that requires some sweeping social and political changes, not to mention ruthless population reduction.

Of course it's important to remember that the mindset a hundred years ago, as it is today, is very much dependent on a sense of geography. Whilst trains and trams had begun to improve transport links for main towns and cities by the early twentieth century, most rural communities were still having to rely predominately on horse and cart. It seems strange to us today, but most villagers hardly ever left the town or village that they happened to be born in. Another interesting account from Fred Roe's book, describes in some detail what the rural folk considered far-off travelling at that time:

"There was a picturesque old hand who pottered about the inn doing odd jobs, and after receiving several small tips for allowing me to sketch his rugged face 'Owd Charley' opened himself up to me. 'Yes, you're a foreigner here, sure, but you're no' a bad 'un,' he sagely observed.
He told me his age and with great pride, adding with emphasis, 'I've been a traveller in my time.'
'That is interesting,' I remarked; 'the folks round here don't seem to travel about much.'
'No, not they,' replied 'Owd Charley'.  'Why, Mrs ----- is getting on for eighty an' she's never been to Brentwood. No, nor even to Ingatestone either. But I've been a traveller, I have.'
'Have you crossed over to France?'
'France! No,' - the old man spat contemptuously into a ditch,--' but I've been as far as Suffolk, I have. Twice I've been to Suffolk.
I pondered upon the vastness of such an enterprise. The nearest point of Suffolk is close to thirty miles distant. 'Owd Charley' took my silence for admiration..."

It seems laughable today, but to someone who could only travel thirty or so miles by foot or via some slow moving old nag, you're realistically looking at a two or three day journey. To our modern perspective who are used to mass transit, two or three days of travel via rail or car could get you from England to Italy. Or even Greece depending on how urgent the trip was. With three days in our modern world, you could probably fly around the whole planet with nothing more than a credit card and a flight booking app.

Yes, the modern age has brought with it tremendous luxuries that even decades ago were considered to be the preserve of royalty. But luxuries are just that. They are a treat, a perk. The unfortunate thing is that in opening up our world to all these luxuries, we have at the same time made our planet smaller and destroyed what is most important; our community and a sense of belonging. It's not enough to consider yourself a "citizen of the world". It's an empty phrase simply meaning you are as hollow and as rootless as those living in the next globalist affected country.

The point I'm trying to make is a simple one, albeit verging on revolutionary given the state of affairs;

Europe, along with the rest of the world as a whole, has lost so much of its original culture and actual true diversity in terms of folk traditions, language or genetic makeup and it is a terrible shame. Part of this has been caused by multiculturalism, but that itself is simply a single facet within globalism which brings with it its own agenda to strip bare this world into a boring, uniform borg-like collective. We must recognise in Europe the extensive damage that has been done to us all so far, and work together to try and preserve all that we have left in the name of true diversity - and not the newspeak version that it has been replace by.

Most of the nationalist or pro-European movements today (because of the sheer scale of the issues Europe faces today) seem to want to unite around the idea of saving Europe as a single unified entity against the threats that we all face. Whilst on one level I agree with this sentiment wholeheartedly, there is perhaps an even greater layer to this struggle that few in nationalist circles ever address. Our tools as human beings never evolved to give a damn about people outside of our own 'tribe', and by tribe in this sense, I specifically refer to the theory in psychology called Dunbar's number that puts a limit on the number of other people you are able to have decent relationships with at any given time. Perhaps this is why in Anglo-Saxon England, people were divided into "hundreds" where one hundred free-men (and their families) were expected to act as a cohesive unit and deal with internal social issues (such as crime) themselves within their own communities.

My argument would be that the apathy Europe seems to be stuck in at the moment is not due our people not feeling "European" enough. As time has gone by I'm sure even those of us in Britain who voted for Brexit have felt more and more kinship with our continental brethren, but I strongly suspect the rampant apathy across Europe is caused by the complete lack of local identity, rather than a large continental or even national one. I sadly suspect that until our people are able to network in real life and actually gain a sense of belonging to those closest around them, apathy even among those who are "red-pilled" will continue to be a major issue in our movements to save Western civilisation.

Without a weak sense of local community in the English, do you really think that Muslim paedophile gangs would have gotten away with a slap wrist, or end up being ignored by the police for over a decade? Would cohesive local communities allow the building of refugee centres in their towns? If people knew that the immediate community had their backs, even when the state was threatening them with prosecution for 'hate' or 'thought crimes', none of these issues would be happening without considerable local backlash. Meanwhile, as much as I too am guilty for this, most of us "red pilled" folk are busy chatting to people hundreds of miles away over the internet, pacified by the act of talking about how bad things are and how we feel - instead of actually acting constructively.

So my (not so) revolutionary solution to the problem in Europe in the face of globalism and multiculturalism is recognising that whilst internet networking is great and all, it is by no means a substitute for creating real local communities. We should be campaigning relentlessly on our own local issues and attempting to gain local support by any means necessary. We should campaign for indigenous status from our own individual nations. Petition your locals to object to anti-white policies in our own areas. Work with locals on reporting migrant crime, and make sure police deal with problems that are raised. Visit local government meetings, and do your own research into possible corruption therein. There are hundreds of things that we could all do locally that would mean something more than the constant circlejerking we're all guilty of on social media - and the best thing is that almost every time, the first step to local networking is getting down your local pub.

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Essex Survivals written by Fred Roe, published in 1929 by Methuen.


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