



A tribute to a vanished (or vanquished?) species.
Martha Christoph writing in Taki’s Magazine:
Oh, WASP, whither goest thy sting? What happened to the ice blue bloodlines you once kept so sangfroided? The consciousness of class you kept so well bonded? Whither the intolerance, the discipline, the frugality that knew luxury and the luxury that rejected ostentation? Genteel hypocrisies more than compensated for by the patrician sense of public service? How I loathe the persistent conviction I have that the principles that made this country great are now those at the very root of its decline: liberty, individualism, self-invention, the spirit of innovation, the practice of benevolent acceptance, your tired/your poor, etc., etc. In reflecting upon this decline, my conclusion is that such subversion, such a perversion of ideals, has come about by way of cultural erosion, specifically that belonging wholly and totally to the Anglo-American tradition. Let’s be honest. When we wail about “the America we’ve lost,” what we mean is the country that was predominantly Anglo-Saxon in foundation, structure, tone, and tint such that hardworking continental degenerates like my own family would be able to flourish in its soil, and if not “easily” then certainly to a far greater extent than anywhere else. I am convinced that the quiet desperation that is overwhelming the rational portion of this country’s population is not, at the source, political, economic, or ideological in nature, but cultural: that of closet Anglophiles longing for the Anglotopia of a dimming Anglomondo that once burned brazenly and beautifully
This at once a sad and witty piece, written from the perspective of an outsider looking in, is well worth reading in full.
The author however does make one error of omission, the large part the now enfeebled and nearly-late Episcopal Church played in this vanished world, that in many ways was the glue holding Anglo society together, but that is understandable; it must be difficult if you weren’t there to believe, once upon a time, those exquisite and stately gothic edifices dotting the best neighborhoods in this country were once filled to overflowing Sunday mornings.
It’s a chicken-or the-egg puzzler, which came first, the decline of the Episcopal Church or WASP society. It seems probable to Bickerstaff though, as the Episcopal Church became increasingly enslaved to secular humanism (now complete, save for a few outlier parishes), its patrician members, sitting through week after week of leftist harangues from young radicals in the pulpit, while at the same time the gospel, forgiveness and salvation were de-emphasized, began to stay home Sunday mornings and eventually quit the Church altogether, taking their children and money with them.
With the Episcopal Church becoming unglued, it doesn’t require a great stretch to believe Anglo-American society itself became unglued. From there, as the patrician song writer put it so ably years earlier, with bold prophecy,
The world has gone mad today
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And day’s night today,
And that gent today
You gave a cent today
Once had several chateaux.When folks who still can ride in jitneys
Find out Vanderbilts and Whitneys
Lack baby clo’es,
Anything goes.












