Presence, Not Praise

White boys growing up like they should grow up.


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3 Responses to Presence, Not Praise

  1. Maureen Martin, Aryan Street says:

    I had to stop after a while-only the strongest stomach can continue this constant debate. And the hordes of willfully ignorant etc. will keep coming.

    Might makes right so we must raise up Generation Mindweapon if we want to survive as a people.

  2. Cranberry says:

    This is great stuff. My grandfather, may he rest in peace, was an avid outdoorsman from childhood, out of necessity. He grew up a poor Czech immigrant in Wisconsin who had to fish and hunt in order to eat and feed his mother and siblings. He raised his two sons the same way, and to this day one of my uncles still lives a completely subsistence based life: he raises honey and vegetables and only eats what he can hunt or fish. i think this is where I got my love of mountains and streams and wild places and hardscrabble living. Yes, I like my internet connection, but look forward to those times when it all gets turned off and I can live primitive.

    Not far from my home is a man who teaches primitive skills like flint knapping, brain tanning, and making wood bowls from fire. I took a weaving course there, taught by his wife, and though I knew a bit about gathering cattail reeds and grape vines and vibernum shoots, I never knew how to properly cure and store them or begin to twine them into baskets and mats. Fascinating, outdoor nerd stuff. It wasn’t so much about learning how to live like a primitive person (though as an academic exercise I was intrigued by the experience) as it was about learning about the hard work and sheer imagination needed to provide utility and comfort when, or if, the grid and international trade fail.

    We’re raising our kids in a similar fashion. Our eldest daughter knows how to identify various plants and trees and knows that we can eat acorns and black walnuts and the roots of Queen Anne’s Lace and wild parsnips. She’s learning how to fish and is so eager to go hunting with my husband this year. They might not have tons of social connections but I think they are richer for it. If most of my peers could admit it to themselves, they’d probably rather have their kids be more like mine, miles wide and fathoms deep, rather than inches deep and narrow as a hair (albeit socially “connected”). The fear of getting their kids out of the race cripples everyone’s overall chances.

    MW, I’m going to blog this comment + at my place if that’s OK. I realize I have a lot to say on this topic.

    Thanks for sharing this.

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