Thursday, 22 September 2011

Our traditions come from our fathers, not our mothers

Tradition is something that does not make sense to outsiders that you perform out of respect for your father. The reason why most white British people do not have any traditions now is because they do not have fathers. That is why they no longer know what they are or who they are, and because the female-dominated teaching profession does not see fit to teach British children their history and the wars that their father's father 's father fought and won. That is why so many of them cling to the idea of Englishness and their race because that is the only thing they can find to cling to, while other races have their religion and their fathers who are married to their mothers.

I being Chinese, have my own traditions, specifically that of ancestor worship. In my childhood I remember my grandmother laying out the table and putting food on it. I remember how she would ask the dead and departed ancestors to come to have their meal, and I remember her asking if they had finished. (This was done by means of two pieces of wood that served the purpose of coins when you flip them and ask "Heads or tails?") I remember asking her, after a series of answers that said NOT YET, when she wanted to clear up the table, whether it was permissible to keep flipping the coins until you got the answer you wanted, in quick succession.

She told me it was not permissible to treat the ancestor spirit like a customer an impatient waiter wanted to pay up and go, and there were certain rules about how many times you were allowed to ask if they had finished within a stated period of time.

I doubt she really believed that the ancestor spirits really came to dine. The point was that by going through this ritual, my ancestors were remembered, and the living had something to eat after the ancestor spirits had finished their meal.

This duty was the duty of women. The duty of men is that they remind their wives of this duty. It can be quite onerous because there are a number of such occasions in the year and it was basically an excuse to have a slap-up meal.

So you can see that if most Chinese were bastards like the White British are nowadays, no tradition of any kind would be passed on, and we would never meet any members of our extended family, who help us to define ourselves.  

I remember too how pompous I thought my father was when he kept going on about Tradition, and how my mother would make light of his lectures to us on its importance.

When I returned home in recent years, a wealthy lady I knew who had divorced sons said she did not see the point of continuing in such pointless traditions, and women were too busy these days to do such things, because they have jobs.

But I at least have the memory of that tradition. Even though I know most Chinese no longer do such things, yet my life is richer for it. For some reason, this brings tears to my eyes, for not just my lost childhood but the lost childhoods and lost traditions of so many others that have been trampled on by liberal-feminist-consumerist-statism.

Religion used to be the opium of the people; now it is sex and shopping..

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