I love vexillography. That’s the study of the images of flags. Why flags look as they do, historical variants and cultural variants of flags. All are fascinating. It was perhaps a year or two ago now some minor controversy broke out in my State regarding the State Flag. Some of you may know, the Maine Flag is fairly distinctive. It is a Prussian Blue flag with a crest emblazoned by a landsman and a seaman, a deer, a tree and a star. These are all attributes of Maine. We are agrarian; being a major exporter of lumber, as well as blueberries and potatoes, with heavy subsistence on seafood economics. Also, the name Maine appears in a banner along with our motto, Dirigo in the seal. As I said, distinctive.
Unless of course, you’re some kind of illiterate mental midget. Or a woman. Well, not just *any* woman, I suppose. One woman in particular has taken it upon herself to restore the State’s original flag, because reasons. I forget the woman’s name, and were it not for her reliance on ad hominem versus the State’s current flag, I would support her efforts. However, her claim is that the State’s present flag is indistinctive. (Except that “Maine” is written on the flag.) I’m all for historical re-appropriation. If Mainers want to fly the Old Flag, they should. They should also be aware of the White Anglo Saxon influence that produced that flag, the Hibernian contribution to the inflow population of Scots-Irish, and, I guess, the French.
Ah, but speaking of Anglo Saxon influence and attitude, there is a different flag I’d like to discuss. That would be the Grand Union Flag. Grand Union, let that sink in. What does it suggest? Union. With the United Kingdom, of which New England was once a proud part, you know, before the tea went bad. Evidently the flag came into service in approximately 1775 and was discontinued in 1777. It was a short lived, but beautiful flag.
The Grand Union predates the Betsy Ross flag by a long mile. The first American Flag, therefore, was a monarchist’s banner advocating the continued union with Britain. Never forget, the first Americans were not Americans. They were English. To the degree that I, an Anglo writing in the current year 2020 can hear myself in certain British dialects, the old English Colonists were as English as they came. They had no overarching desire for endless war with the Mother Country. So, Anglo brothers, if you’re reading this, dispense with your ABC television accent and embrace the colonial spirit. Develop a Yankee twang, embrace your heritage. That is a simple way to say “get bent, ZOG.”
The thirteen stripes representing the Thirteen Colonies were there. It is said that the Grand Union Flag was made by repurposing the British Naval Ensigns and sewing alternating white stripes on the red field. Boom. You might consider that the New England Naval Ensign is an English variant of the British sailing flag with a pinetree in one of the quadrants. The stripes were added when a battleflag distinct from the Red Ensign of Britain was necessitated by the onslaught of America’s first Brother’s War.
Massive conjecture points to the flag as symbolic of the unpopularity of war, and the seeming assumption that we tend to forget which was many Colonists, if not outspokenly, remained tacitly loyalist. There was an assumption that the Crown would bend, and that life would go on unmolested. Instead we got a Brother’s war which saw European tribes fighting each-other. One fratricide always begets another, and those that followed with the despicable use of Injun proxies. A disgrace that haunts us to this day, for a variety of compelling reasons.
The flag was discontinued when America won her “independence,” from the British in 1777. The ring of 13 Stars concocted with the help of Betsy Ross was to be a new constellation, and the conscious severance of the old inheritance of England, and in turn adoption of French libertine ideals. The irony is that in gaining freedom from their own kind, the victorious colonists engaged themselves in spiritual slavery to the French and reverse the historical triumph of their ancestors in throwing off the Norman yoke with the reign of the Edwards. This state of gradual spiritual retardation proves that French involvement in Anglo affairs always makes things worse. Incidentally, if there any Irish reading this, are you aware that English was not imposed on the Irish until after the seizure of England by Norman kings? And did you also know that the most aggressive landgrabbing also occurred under Norman rule? French involvement in Saxon affairs, always tragic, for you and me. Further, in a sense, the Revolutionary War set a gruesome precedent. After all. If the New England Yankees can up and secede from England, than what’s to stop the South from seceding from the Damned Yankees? Evidently not Honest Abe or the industrial might of the Union, self-destructive infighting or bloated plutocratic federal governance.
The Grand Union would not have been perfect, but it would have saved a lot of bloodshed and would have indubitably changed world history. The Grand Union would have represented a massive influx of Anglophonic strength. Consider the unparalleled military might of the British Navy. It was largely unchallenged until the Second European Civil War. Would the Grand Union have come to pass rather than the gradual dissolution of the colonial powers into deracinated obscurity, and face it, America is a colony being deracinated into obscurity along with her British Motherland, we would have potentially had a world suited for us.
In the early colony there were few questions of origin. No arguing about “our values” (favourite tool in the bag of subversives.) None of this “that’s not who we are,” as if anyone actually knows who that is. But we could know. Everyone was English or at least Anglophonic. In Britain the Germanic ancestry of the British race was celebrated. In the early colonies, this was also true. We were an extension of Britain. Little known is the fact that early American legal codes were extracted from Anglo-Saxon Common Law and Roman Tables. Thomas Jefferson praised the Anglo-Saxon stock that gave us these United States, and he was not alone. Some say it was George Washington himself that first raised the Grand Union Flag, believing that he was still loyal to the King. There was none of this philo-semitic 10 Commandments philandering either. We were our own.
Often in our circles we speak of Ethnogenesis. We speak of the creation of the Ethnic American, sometimes called the Amerikaner. It is an unstable phenotype. Why? It was never consciously developed. It was never allowed to organically evolve. Some magnates decided to throw a bunch of Irish, Italians, and Polacks in a big bloody bag along with some poor and cranky Anglos. What came out was the schizophrenic American who constantly has to answer the question “what is even White?” as though he owes the world a goddamned thing. And to wit, no man I know is happy being just “White.” Every man I know recalls that his ancestry is informed by something in the White spectrum.
The early American ethnogenesis was based in Anglo mores. So, if nothing else, Anglos like myself who find themselves sore upon waking to a world that has denied them their inheritance, this flag is a cultural artefact you might consider adding to your repertoire. It is an American Flag, the very first, but also the last stand of the Anglo before he forgot himself. By the time the Civil War of the United and Confederated States of America, the Second Brother’s War of this Continent, racial consciousness had already been reduced to birdshot spewing blindly like a coomer in a student locker. Revolting. And unnecessary. By the time the European Civil Wars came about, Americans had become quite proficient in fratricide, and doubly proficient in engaging in wantonly self-defeating wars which none win. Except sand people.