NOTE: This review was originally published at In Mala Fide on April 20, 2012.
I grabbed this book, the first from Counter-Currents Publishing impresario Greg Johnson, back around Christmas as part of a free giveaway. It’s a collection of essays Johnson has written for various websites, a beginner’s guide to white nationalism if you will. Confessions spans a wide breadth, from politics to philosophy to book and movie reviews:
So, how close are Christian Lander’s “right kind of white people” to white racial consciousness? Sitting in that audience and listening to the smug, self-satisfied sniggering at Lander’s gentle satire, I realized: they are already there.
The “right” kind of white people are supremely confident in their own superiority. Their self-esteem and sense of entitlement are rock solid. The right kind of white people believe that (1) all other human beings aspire to be just like them, and (2) they will always remain in power and able to secure and perpetuate their values. Those white people down at the Marina believe that the rising tide of color will float their boats.
This is yet another case where price point affects my perception of a book. Despite ostensibly being about white nationalism, Johnson’s book feels thematically scattered and disjointed. While I enjoyed reading articles like “Separatism vs. Supremacism” and the eerily prophetic “The 2008 US Presidential Election,” they don’t delve into their subject matter as deeply as I would like. My personal favorite essay was “West-Coast White Nationalism,” on the pseudo-hippie nature of Left Coast WNs like Johnson himself:
There is nothing absurd about the idea of a racially conscious left, much less a racially conscious left on the West Coast. Indeed, it has already existed, and its headquarters were right here in the San Francisco Bay Area. It was here that Denis Kearney, 1847–1907, an immigrant from Ireland, founded the California Workingman’s Party to combat Chinese immigration. It was here that Jack London, 1876–1916, wrote passionately on behalf of both socialism and racialism (and experimented with ecologically sustainable agriculture). It was here that Michael O’Meara was born in 1946 and began his intellectual odyssey from Marxist and revolutionary syndicalist to White Nationalist and prophet of the White Republic.
I’d gladly pay for a book exploring this in greater detail, but Confessions ain’t it. The book feels like the literary equivalent of an appetizer platter: lots of selection but not much substance.
I got the book for free, so I’m not going to complain, but Confessions of a Reluctant Hater is currently priced at $5.99 for Kindle. If it were at least a dollar cheaper, I’d recommend you buy it anyway; it’s short, concise and interesting. At the current price, however, you should skip it unless you’re really interested in white nationalism.
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