Thirteen years ago I emigrated from the U.S. to Ukraine, a country with a sensibly restrictive policy on immigration. Though the standard of living may be low by North American and Western European standards, the quality of life remains good. The lack of mass immigration is largely responsible. Ukraine today is like the America that has ebbed away since my childhood.

As a member of the Silent Generation—born in 1942—I was always one step ahead of the onrushing catastrophe that is multiculturalism. Straight, white, and male, bereft of connections, I was nonetheless allowed to succeed on my own merits. Though their politics were generally liberal, Berkeley professors did not let politics color their assessment of my performance. Bosses judged me only on the quality of my work.

But, as Bob Dylan expressed in song, change was in the wind. Droves of students from the northern suburbs traveled to instruct Southerners on the proper way to deal with race. Blacks in turn rioted—as a member of the National Guard I carried a gun in the Watts area of Los Angeles in 1965 and in San Francisco in 1966.

As an immigrant (from Venezuela) who has lived in the U.S. for over two decades, I’ve witnessed many aspects of America’s demographic shift and what diversity looks like in the various cities I have had the pleasure and displeasure of residing in. No major city here is now safe from the Great Replacement, what Renaud Camus has called the “genocide by substitution” of the American people via mass migration.

The recent elections, eagerly called by the Leftist Main Stream Media for the Black Party, really brought this home.

I’ll start off by saying that I despise “diversity.” Unlike most Americans, I speak Spanish—largely the product of always speaking it at home with family. While I have respect for the language, I do not want it to be in widespread usage in the U.S., a country that was explicitly created for English-speakers. Countries should not cater to the ethnic grievances of foreigners they receive. For those reasons, I diligently worked on my English at school, with friends, and other non-family related functions. It helped that in my early years living in North Texas, I was situated in a relatively homogenous town with few foreigners and blacks. There was no incentive for me to cluster with other minorities in the area and pick up their bad habits. Despite hiccups here and there, my assimilation experience went rather smoothly.

Over the years, my work has taken me all over the states. While working in Washington D.C, I got to see firsthand the state of the black community. On any given night I would go out, there was bound to be some sort of incident worthy of a clip on WorldStarHipHop, so I was always on my toes. The stilted careerist attitude of many people living in the Swamp was also a major turn off. When I found another work opportunity that brought me back to Texas, I was ecstatic. I ended up in San Antonio doing political campaign work in 2016.

My daily routine in San Antonio consisted of canvassing in for a local Republican candidate. A number of the neighborhoods I canvassed were pretty rough and I could tell they were filled with all sorts of illicit activities. Living in ghettos across the country and abroad has taught me to recognize danger.

These neighborhoods were predominately Hispanic. But even though the San Antonio (64 percent Hispanic, 24 percent non-Hispanic white) area is now a Safe Space for Democrats, there are certain pockets where GOP candidates can still be competitive. They were generally whiter (80 percent of San Antonians told the Census they were white)or at least had assimilated Hispanics, usually “Tejanos” whose ancestors who have lived in Texas for generations, possibly even before the foundation of the American Republic.

America’s Cultural Marxists wage their War on Thanksgiving on many fronts. The really crazy radicals want to make it a Day of National Mourning, while others have adopted a more modest, incremental approach, like banning children from wearing the traditional garb of the Pilgrims, the people most Americans correctly associate with the national celebration [Thanksgiving lessons jettison Pilgrim hats, welcome truth, by Collin Binkley, Washington Times, November 24, 2020]. And, as part of the Left’s campaign to Elect A New People, still more want to rewrite the history of Thanksgiving by Hispanicizing it.

No longer are we to believe the First Thanksgiving was the day the Pilgrims cooked up a big meal with the Wampanoags in 1621, a year after the Mayflower landed at Plymouth Rock. Rather, the first Thanksgiving occurred in El Paso, Texas, in 1598, or in St. Augustine, Florida in 1565. The Pilgrims were nearly 25 or even 50 years late!

Earlier, by Ann Coulter: Have a Historically Accurate Thanksgiving!

Most Americans will not be having a traditional family Thanksgiving this year, because of travel restrictions, large gathering restrictions and so on. But at the New York Times, the War On Thanksgiving goes on—because the War On Thanksgiving is a War on White America.

The NYT recently ran an article featuring a picture of an Indian hunter with a modern rifle, uttering “traditional” Indian prayers before a hunt [The Thanksgiving Myth Gets a Deeper Look This Year  | For many Native Americans, the Covid-19 toll and the struggle over racial inequity make this high time to re-examine the holiday, and a cruel history, by Brett Anderson, November 17, 2020] (Many Indian “traditions” of this kind are really 20^th century inventions—the late David Yeagley, himself a Comanche, pointed out that modern Indians are almost all Christians, really).

The hunt that followed took place on Turtle Mound Buffalo Ranch, 27,000 acres of rolling pasture on the Fort Peck Indian Reservation. Every stage of the hunt was marked by a ceremony to give thanks for a buffalo that descends from animals killed to near-extinction by white settlers in the late 19th century.

The mass killing was part of a government-approved effort to seize land from Native Americans who depended on the animal to survive. The brutality of settlers’ expansion into the Great Plains and American West has been drastically underplayed in popular myths about the founding and growth of the United States.

Arguably the best-known of those myths is the story of the first Thanksgiving, a holiday Robert Magnan, who led the buffalo hunt at Fort Peck, does not observe. “Thanksgiving is kind of like Columbus Day for Native people,” he said. “Why would we celebrate people who tried to destroy us?”[Links in original]

Of course White people too might ask that about Indians: why should we celebrate a people who tried to destroy us? But we do, as Ann Coulter just pointed out, we “name our sports teams and military armaments after Indians”.

The New York Times’ Anderson quotes an Indian woman who hates Thanksgiving—and white America;