Why I'm On The Right
History is not just a tale of men’s making, but is a thing tied to the land. We call a hill by the name of a hero who died there, or name a river after a princess who fled beside its banks, and when the old names vanish, the stories go with them and the new names carry no reminder of the past.
Bernard Cornwell, Excalibur
People on the right have interesting backstories.
They come from radically different walks of life. Some are tradesmen, building and maintaining the homes and infrastructure we all depend on every day. Others are white-collar professionals with significant assets, some are home or business owners. Others are ramen-eating students who realized halfway through their degrees they were mostly scammed by a debt scheme. Some people only started asking questions about popular narratives in 2020, with the COVID-19 lockdowns and discrimination based on vaccination status. For some others, it was Gamergate, where the one hobby they had left that wasn’t co-opted was embroiled in a massive scandal of journalistic nepotism, corruption, and incest.
Millions of people might say the reaction to the 2016 election of Donald J. Trump from the left and its civic cult fanatics pushed them over the edge. Others were dehumanized, character-assassinated, and depersoned for an opinion commonly held by the majority just a few years prior. Common among all are individuals from across the spectrum who noticed a significant over-representation of one ethnicity, with curious last names, in many key political, corporate, media, and academic positions, often (but not always) with questionable merit to justify their placements.
I had the fortunate (or unfortunate) experience of always being instinctively conservative. Raised by older relatives from a military family originally from the Eastern Townships (Southern Quebec), the family moved to the great city of Montreal around the turn of the century. Montreal, then, was still the imperial capitol of this great country we call Canada. During this era, there was relative harmony between Anglo-Canadians and French Canadians. My family was one such union—my great grandfather a “pur laine” or “old stock”, (dyed in the wool) Quebecois, and my great grandmother, was Anglo-Irish (from Northern Ireland) & Quebecois. The rest of the family tree behind even them is this Anglo-French theme, repeated ad infinitum.
The Eastern Townships were originally settled by American Loyalists who, like Aeneas leaving Troy for Italy after the defeat of the Trojans, departed from their ancestral homeland of New England between 1776 and the 1790s to reforge their civilization further north. Since the British conquest of 1760, finance and industry had flowed into Quebec, with well-known Anglo-Scottish merchant families like the Molsons staking claims, though the southern regions remained largely uncultivated.
These Loyalists established settlements that would eventually become Sherbrooke, Drummondville, and Granby, while the rest established themselves in Montreal, and with the ensuing prosperity, Québécois habitants (feudal farmers), arrived to work in the Loyalist-owned factories. Religious differences softened, and many marriages between Anglo and French Canadians followed. In southern Quebec, it’s not uncommon to meet someone with a completely Anglo name who doesn’t speak a word of English, or an English speaker with significant Québécois ancestry who speaks little or no French. To this day, although the majority of the Eastern Townships is linguistically French, archaic Anglo-Canadian place names and references remain everywhere. The dual heritage of this region in the province is absolutely undeniable. The flag of the city of Montreal also has the same unitary Anglo-French theme as the Canadian Red Ensign (Canada’s original flag), seen below.
My family is deeply rooted in the area. As a 17th-generation Canadian, I can trace my ancestry back to the 1608 settlement of Quebec and to the Filles du Roi sent by the King under the direction of Jean Talon to help populate the colony. The Anglo-Canadian side of my family arrived with the Loyalist migration in the 1790s. My ancestors from both sides of the family are buried in three- to four-hundred-year-old graveyards scattered across Quebec, and I’ve personally visited them.
From an early age, I was made aware of our heritage and felt an indomitable pride in Canada. My older relatives, many of them veterans, had me tag along on trips to the Royal Canadian Legion, where I’d fraternize with Anglo and French Canadians who had fought in the First and Second World Wars, as well as the Korean War. Though the Maple Leaf Flag could be found in the Legion, so too were Union Jacks, Canadian Red Ensigns, and the Fleur-de-lis flag of Quebec. Values such as courage, honour, strength, and competence were held in high regard. Like an ancient mead hall of warriors, there was a deep and genuine respect for masculine values like heroism. The veterans wouldn’t toast to the prime minister; they raised their glasses and shouted “To King George!” and “God Save the Queen.” In many ways, the culture was different from the rest of Canadian society.
Tribalism, factionalism, othering.
But there was a stark difference between the world of my home and family and the city of Montreal, which would only grow in its intensity as I got older. Though Montreal, as of this writing in 2024, is still (barely), majority ethnic Canadian (the last of Canada’s big cities with a Canadian majority), and was back in the early 2000s, there was a significant population of foreigners. These foreigners most often attended the few English public schools in the city, and I went to school with them.
The English Montreal school system was far more diverse than the French schools. Anglo-Québécois like myself had become fanatical supporters of Canadian liberal federalism, fearing the erosion of their rights and privileges after the establishment of Bill 101 in 1977, a law that made French the sole official language of Quebec, which led to a mass exodus from the province, followed by two referendums on Quebec’s separation from Canada, a breakdown of communication, and decades-long increasing hostility between Québécois and Anglo-Québécois.
In response to Québécois nationalism, Anglo-Québécois became some of the most aggressive torchbearers of Canada’s ultra-liberal cult of diversity, demanding diversity, equity, and inclusion everywhere at all times, instilling masochistic guilt in classrooms, especially history classes. Maoist-style struggle sessions over the alleged genocide of indigenous people were used to demoralize Canadians, false claims of biological warfare with smallpox blankets widely proclaimed, and history was revised to highlight the minor population of blacks from Nova Scotia in irrelevant historic instances of random discrimination. Canada has minimal history with black people as a race, with slavery abolished by the British Empire in 1833 and Afro-Caribbean immigrants gaining pathways to citizenship through worker programs in the 1980s. Despite this, they’ve absorbed American rhetoric where we oppressed and enslaved them, though it never lands the same way it does for White Americans, because they were never slaves, and we were never slave owners.
We also read books like Catcher in the Rye, which glamorized mediocre, edgy rebellious kids who hate their parents, and For Whom the Bell Tolls, so we could imagine ourselves as alcoholic journalists fighting against the evil Nazis in the Spanish Civil War—omitting, of course, the parts where communists exhumed bodies of kings, priests, and nuns, and defiled the corpses, among other atrocities. Another favourite was the now-debunked Night by Elie Wiesel. I still remember being in grade 5, wondering how “soap and lampshades” could be made out of human fat, or how it made no sense that supposed smokestacks emitted “dark blue smoke” from burning bodies. One year, we were brought to the library to meet a supposed son of a Holocaust survivor. This man wasn’t even there, but we were meant to pretend he was.
In 2009, teachers pulled me and other students out of class and into the gym to watch the inauguration of Barack Obama because “it was a historic moment” that we absolutely needed to see, since “the first Black president” was considered more important than what was happening in our own country. When Obama legalized gay marriage across the United States, students and teachers established exclusionary LGBT “zones” in our schools, where the only two gay students in a population of thousands could “have their own space.” If you had any questions or concerns about this—such as why it was acceptable to force Christians (but not Muslims or Jews), to openly commit heresy in accommodation of this small minority—you were branded a homophobic bigot, a Nazi, and a fascist.
Cancel culture was alive and well; you were socially excommunicated. Character assassination, or “social death,” awaited anyone who asked questions. Of note, when I was even younger, sometime around 2004, the teachers at my elementary school pulled us out of class to participate in the humiliation ritual of celebrating Kwanzaa, a Jewish-inspired, originally American secular holiday invented to soothe the egos of African Americans, as well as Hanukkah, where we were forced to learn and perform Jewish dances in the gym for our parents in December before Christmas. I’m not Christian, nor do I have any interest in Christianity or becoming Christian, but it was interesting to note that we weren’t taught about Christmas or Easter. This was supposedly to celebrate the many cultures, races, and ethnicities of the world—every culture except my own.
The insanity didn’t begin in 2020 or 2016. It didn’t start in 2014 with Gamergate. These beliefs were rooted in Marxist critical theory thinkers who’d capture Canadian institutions throughout the previous decades. Many of even the worst New Left thinkers that moved to the U.S., were actually from Canada, like Shulamith Feurstein. Cancel culture was alive and well within academic and intellectual spaces in the 1990s through to the early 2000s. Generation Z would be shocked to learn that this has been happening far longer than they realize, though it was mostly limited to major urban centres like Toronto and Montreal. Conservative Canadians (liberals going the speed limit) didn’t encounter this environment in their cozy cottage country, where everyone was happy, smiling, and Canadian. As a younger millennial on the cusp of Generation Z (or a “Zillennial,” if you prefer), I was among the first to face the onslaught of performative, authoritarian politics and the threat of “de-personing.”
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The message from the classroom was clear, but it contrasted sharply with the reality outside of it. In the cafeteria, one would see an alliance of black kids sitting alone, mostly Jamaican and Haitian. All of the East-Asian or Southeast-Asian kids sat together, particularly Chinese, Filipinos and Vietnamese. South Asian kids formed their own bloc as well, with Indians, Pakistanis, and Bengalis coming together. The Canadian kids, of course, were Anglo-French. At the bus stop outside, the black students smoked at their own bus shelter, generally unfriendly with the white students and regularly bullying the East-Indian and gay emo kids. The indigenous students, mostly Iroquois from the reserve across the St. Lawrence River, regularly called the Caribbeans “niggers” to their face.
Despite all this, in the depths of winter and the heat of summer, English-speaking and French-speaking kids alike would go head-to-head on Montreal’s streets, toss each other off 20-foot snow piles, and have snowball fights—united in their dislike of Québécois nationalism. The French kids saw Anglo-Canadian transgressors, allied with immigrants, as a direct threat to their culture. In conversations I’ve had with Greek and Italian Canadians, they openly expressed hatred for Quebec nationalists, accusing them of racism, bigotry, and discrimination, while they themselves claimed they “just wanted to protect their culture and identity” in the strongholds of Little Italy and Little Greece. It’s the same with the Portuguese—all unproductive snobs who refused to assimilate into the Anglo-French identity. Montreal, was a hotbed of identitarian conflict, with identities of all parties affirmed constantly. Constant recognition of what defined us, them, them over there, them who’re friends sometimes, and sometimes not, was widespread.
A great many people on the right were once apolitical until a sequence of events changed their perception of the world, until they were treated poorly by leftists, or because they are former leftists themselves. I have no leftist priors—I was a lower-middle-class, ethnic Canadian kid in an ultra-leftist, diverse, urban school system. Upper-middle-class Montrealers, like conservative rural dwellers, were completely insulated from the chaos they directly caused, dodging the worst of the diversity and only socializing with wealthy, educated, carefully selected liberal foreigners in private schools or French immersion—a separate stream in schools, which became known as the stream without disruptive children who compromised the learning experience.
As a tween and teenager, I was a centre-right monarchist and something of a Red Tory like many Canadians—I believed in natural hierarchy and saw society as an organic body with many constituent parts working together. I felt that the economy and technology served humanity, not the other way around. I was always skeptical of neoliberalism. Leadership, or “the elites,” bore the moral responsibility of being the best in society, protecting the people and lifting them up—a complete contrast to liberal bourgeois morality. It was a sense of noblesse oblige, or “noble obligation,” seen in ancient aristocrats. I was always inspired by the mythology of King Arthur, medieval knights, and TV shows like the Canadian cartoon Redwall or the Canadian-Irish production Vikings.
When I grew older, I began to travel across the country and experience the many faces and places of Canada. I was shocked one Canada Day in the early 2010s to find that, instead of Canadian traditions and history, the streets of Ottawa, our national capitol, were filled with Chinese dragon dances, Indian street vendors and their performances, and Sikh or Hindu celebrations. Toronto was significantly more diverse than Montreal ever was, despite Montreal’s own struggles with diversity. One instantly was a minority stepping off a Greyhound bus or the VIA Rail train. Compared to the Fête Nationale (national birthday), known as St. Jean Baptiste on June 24th, where one would find almost exclusively Canadian faces, this felt like an abhorrent and disappointing betrayal of our heritage. I will not recant the innumberable instances of professional and academic nepotism on behalf of many foreign parties I have personally witnessed, backed up by shared experiences.
Why were we celebrating the heritage of foreigners, when our ancestors sacrificed everything to build civilization from the ground up?
Our ancestors,’ he went on after a while, ‘took this land. They took it and made it and held it. We do not give up what our ancestors gave us. They came across the sea and they fought here, and they built here and they’re buried here. This is our land, mixed with our blood, strengthened with our bone. Ours!’
―Bernard Cornwell, The Last Kingdom
I was eventually introduced to “Mencius Moldbug” of the NRx, or “neoreactionary” movement. This perspective melded with the Red Tory or One-Nation Conservatism of my teens. Moldbug is now known by his real name, Curtis Yarvin, and his philosophy is closely connected to J.D. Vance. After that, I was introduced to the publication Radix Journal, now defunct (as well as Arktos), and to the ideas of French New Right, revolutionary conservative intellectuals such as Guillaume Faye, who wrote three of my favourite books—Archeofuturism, Sex & Deviance, and Understanding Islam. Among other authors, Jack Donovan’s The Way of Men affirmed the heroic virtues of courage, honour, strength, and competence. Bronze Age Mindset by Costin Alamariu, under the pseudonym “Bronze Age Pervert,” was another influence, as were the writings of Joseph de Maistre on sovereignty within the Counter-Enlightenment movement. Overall, my influences have always been a synthesis of old and new ideas. I don’t believe we can go back—only forward.
Samuel T. Francis’s Leviathan and Its Enemies illuminated the reality of the current system—that we’ve departed from the capitalist-versus-communist dichotomy of the post-WWII liberal consensus and entered a new age, first predicted by James Burnham in The Managerial Revolution. Burnham foresaw the decline of liberal bourgeosie capitalists, who had grown so powerful that they needed a class of professionalized, credentialed, degree-holding managers to run their operations. It is this managerial class, or managerial elite, who are now the true masters of the system, rather than capital owners or workers—a development that neither Marx and the communists nor free-market libertarians with their utopian NAP could have predicted. These manageois are the new ruling class in the Western world.
I learned that they propagated a system in which they grow endlessly, like a cancer. They gate keep social mobility behind increasingly unattainable credentialism, isolating themselves from the rest of society with an unquenchable thirst for power. Fifty-five percent of Canadians have post-secondary education, yet Canada has absolutely nothing to show for it.
In 2024, 40% of the GDP is locked in housing, and Canadian youth have the lowest upward mobility in the G20, sacrificing the lives, livelihoods, and social mobility of the next four generations or more. The country has quadrupled down on mass migration—more than any other Western nation—to counter the aging baby boomer generation, while the state itself continues to broadcast idealistic ultra-liberal propaganda from the 1990s. Nearly a quarter of Canada’s labour force works for the government. Healthcare is rapidly collapsing, with a shortage of 44,000 doctors and countless nurses—a situation that could be partly alleviated by rehiring the medical staff dismissed for refusing experimental gene therapy vaccinations.
With current migration levels, it is predicted that ethnic Canadians will become a minority in their ancestral homeland within the next six years, by 2030—if the country even survives that long as a unified polity. Uni-party politicians and hostile foreign interlopers have occupied various arms of the government, serving the interests of India, China, Pakistan, or Israel, siphoning precious time and resources away from Canadians and undermining their well-being. Sectarian violence has erupted in the streets: Russia vs. Ukraine, India vs. the Sikh Khalistan movement, Israelis and Palestinians—all issues that fall upon deaf ears. For a growing number of Canadians, who have been coerced and loudly ordered to care about everyone but ourselves, for their entire lived experience, there is a growing sense of callous rage and disregard for foreigners, their cultures, and problems of all stripes.
Canada has no substantial military, with most members working in administration or logistics, and facing the worst retention issues in NATO due to low wages, inadequate training, and a transformation into an indoctrination centre for the DEI state cult. Other embarrassing and troubling incidents include eleven Canadian Members of Parliament being implicated in treason—yet absolutely nothing is being done about it.
In June 2024, a report by the National Security and Intelligence Committee of Parliamentarians revealed that certain Canadian Members of Parliament (MPs) had "wittingly or semi-wittingly" assisted foreign states in meddling in Canadian politics. The report, which was heavily redacted, did not disclose the identities of these MPs or specify their political affiliations. The allegations prompted significant concern among Canadians and led to calls for transparency and accountability. Opposition leaders, including Conservative Leader Pierre Poilievre, urged the government to release the names of the implicated MPs. However, the government declined to do so, citing legal constraints and the need to protect national security interests. Public Safety Minister Dominic LeBlanc stated that naming the MPs could compromise ongoing investigations and intelligence sources
Why I’m On The Right
Canada, my ancestral homeland, is being torn apart by a seemingly endless number of nation-destroying issues, caused directly or indirectly by the maliciousness and insurmountable incompetence of Canada’s so-called elites—entrenched in their oligarchic social incest, lifting their noses at the people of this land. My direct experience with multiculturalism and diversity contrasts with my upbringing and the observation of the total failure of post-war liberal Canadian mythology and its utopian project. Every belief and conviction I’ve ever had has been affirmed. My suspicions and cynicism have been objectively correct for my entire life.
Canada’s elites have forfeited the sacred responsibility of leadership norms known to our people, forfeited the Mandate of Heaven—their right to rule—by actively undermining the nation. Their ideology is drawn directly from The End of History and the Last Man, embracing ultra-liberalism and enforced by a managerial regime. These individuals are not genius masterminds; they’re dangerously unqualified midwits, fearful of their own mediocrity, and maintaining privilege by sacrificing the future—wholly unworthy of their positions, and they must be removed.
Without a radical transformation and national renewal, Canada will not survive.
What I find rapidly becoming evident is that even with the Orange Man Ascendant, the Once and Future President, and even with a slim majority of "conservatives" in both chambers of Congress, it is impossible to imagine how this ship can be turned around in America under the framework and rules Trump has to abide by.
This is a very interesting article. It is easy to forget how different we all are and the kind of things that form our opinions. We are told that in the U.S., the white population will be the minority by 2050. I'm glad I am old, but glad I took the time to read this.