If I may, I’ll continue on the theme of occupying space and residing in the places which belong to our people. This land is ours, by blood and toil, and we need to always remind outsiders that they are guests, and they stay at our discretion.

I’ll start by telling an absolutely true story, a recent event I witnessed out in the wild.

Hotel lobbies are interesting venues, you can just sit back and watch, something or someone interesting will soon grab your attention. I had just arrived back at my hotel following a long day of meetings, they were nothing special, just normal boring business stuff. That was until, looking to my left and into the hotel lobby, the area where they serve the morning breakfast, it appeared a perfect storm was gathering. My appetite to play the cultural spectator was about to be satisfied. What was to become something fantastical in an anthropological study was transpiring, and I had a front row seat.

Foreigners, all of one ethnicity and all happily socializing in the common area, were finishing up their meals. This particular food has a distinctive and vibrant smell, one that usually makes me ill; although, on this occasion the smell was dispersed enough that the impact was minimal. So, I sat and observed. The group had completely taken over the entire lobby; men, women, and children. All the men dressed in business casual (silk and polyester) and the women in more traditional tribal attire. A group of about 200 were set to occupy that space for some time. Well, until something happened.

Out of nowhere, a stocky bald White man swaggered into the lobby, in his hands he carried a few bottles of liquor. After assessing the situation, I assumed he would just walk back up to his room. He didn’t, instead he noticed the large crowd occupying all but one little spot at a table. The table was nearly in the center of where the foreign colonists had planted their flag. This unassuming, yet I would say, bold man had no inhibitions about projecting a bit of gravitas in the middle of all these foreigners. He placed his bottles down, kindly asked one young man if he would move over and began to drink. It was obvious that the crowd was rather shocked with this audacious move. I suppose that they assumed their numbers would deter anyone else staying at the hotel from intruding into their joyful, though exclusionary, gathering. However, they soon learned that this lone White man was not intimidated, and he was not alone.

One by one, as I observed, the man’s friends began to join him. You could tell by the way they greeted each other and by their accents – they were Southern. And as their conversation grew in volume, the foreigners gently rippled away from the growing number of natives. Many awkward glances came from the crowd as these sudden new arrivals, a little more than a dozen, sent the outsiders to flight. In less than 20 minutes, the vast majority of the occupiers had scattered. However, in a desperate last counter-offensive, the organizers of the foreign crowd sent the night manager (also of the same tribe) over to these Southern men, demanding them to disperse and not drink in the lobby. This was on the pretense of impressionable children being present. Interestingly, the manager picked the least intimidating and youngest of the new arrivals to demand immediate compliance, sighting this newly discovered regulation.

After noticing the exchange, the original stocky bald man moved in to counter the incursion by the night manager. Ever so gently, but firm, he lectured the usurper, explaining that he had read every policy regarding the lobby, and nothing in the hotel terms prohibited his fellowship from congregating in the lobby for drinks. In full retreat, the manager departed, and the battle was over. The colonizers were set to flight, the bureaucracy had been put in its place, and these Southern men had retaken the lobby, projecting dominance over a numerically superior force, and without being obnoxious.

In so many places, even in small Southern towns, intruders have taken up residence in our common areas. And many times, we have willingly abandoned these spaces, areas our ancestors built, in a cowardly attempt to avoid contact and confrontation with people who have no right to commandeer them as their own.

It’s time to retake these areas. Gather together in large enough quantities, go to these locations, and displace the invaders. Retake Everything!

In the next few articles, I’ll discuss how this is happening already, and in multiple segments within our culture.

Deo Vindice!

God save the South!

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