The Rich Aryan Myth

One supposedly humanitarian and devoted League of Nations supporter, Gilbert
Murray, proclaimed:

There is in the world a hierarchy of races...those nations which eat more, claim more, and get higher wages, will direct and rule the others, and the lower work of the world will tend in the long-run to be done by lower breeds of men. This much we of the ruling colour will no doubt accept as obvious.

And they do accept it as obvious indeed. Perhaps in this third millennium nobody, I should hope, would dare publicly utter, let alone put into print, such words. But that’s what is engraved in the pink psyche from infancy. The words remain branded in all our psyches - the one psyche nodding agreement and basking in it while the other - especially that of Afroancestralsä, wherever they are - nodding in silent agreement and thus “accepting” our “predestined” place in the ladder of human hierarchy.

In all my writing, I completely avoid the B and W words, especially when I remember the impact they had on me in my young years in an English boarding school. I then realised what these words had on small children. What does an Afroancestralä child feel and experience the moment he learns or discovers that his complexion is not “beautiful”, nor is his hair, mouth, nose – the lot – and furthermore, that these facts relegates him and his entire people to an all-round lowest rung of the human ladder physically, economically, intellectually, morally and even aethetically? Added to this later, comes the cultural and spiritual/religious confusion and the naked poverty! The entire psyche of Afroancestralsä would seem to be one heap of disjecta membra! This child has a great deal of his self-worth ruined for him and might easily develop acute complexes and resign himself to them. Many citizens of India, Sri Lanka and East Asia are darker-skinned than many Africans and Afroancestralsä but nobody refers to them as “blacks”, least of all they themselves. Asiancestralsä do not refer to themselves as skin colours. But out of whatever irreparable collective psychological damage regarding an artificial term they adopted from Euroancestralsä, Africans and Afroancestralsä religiously refer to themselves as “blacks”. They are wonderfully doing the job of perpetrating the notion that somebody else must then, therefore, be “white”.

The Euroancestralä or Asiancestralä child also encounter the same processes and experiences. But on a different rung. The Euroancestralä child discovers that he and his people are the rulers of the current world (or any other world that has ever been, for all the child learns in his society and cares for), and he carries this complex into his adult life. He is part of the rulers by virtue of his complexion and characteristics. All the way to economic, militarily, morally and technologically. He grows up “elevated” by the fact that he and his people are not at the bottom of this human ladder and never have been. He is further cushioned by his people’s apparent cultural and religious clout. The worst that can happen to him is that he grows up with superiority complexes harmful not only to the others but also to himself as well. These are what I call Megignoarrogance complexes – mega ignorance and mega arrogance combined, which is so characteristic of Euroancestrals.
Especially the “I have nothing against other races” type.

The Asiancentral child is possibly “comforted” by the fact that he and his people are not at the bottom rung of the ladder. Not even in complexion, if perhaps in characteristics. Moreover, the Asiancestralsä have religions – however conceived as against African religions – and cultures that have endured or even repelled the impact of the Euroancestralä all-round hegemony.
I do not use the artificial complexion notions, because they simply are false and are not a restitution of the truth. The colour black is threatening even to animals of the jungle. It represents evil, invisible danger, dark powers, treacherous beings, the colour of death itself. Certain films, whether deliberate or coincidental, are so ridiculously colour-polarized that the Afroancestralsä acquire the colour of black river stones and the Euroancestralsä the colour of the ash of a cigarette that has burnt without being smoked.

Euroancestralsä, since the 17th century, have always been so bent on putting down Afroancestralsä that they would stop at nothing including maintaining that physical features and shade of skin influence everything. Writers like Peter Scholl-Latour to this day find a plethora of “cannibalistic” Africans with untold ugliness right across the continent. Anything positive in Africa since time immemorial is always attributed by Euroancestralsä to non-Africans. Such writers attribute organisational talent, orderliness, beauty and intelligence to physical features such as the breadth of one’s nose, the width of the mouth, the thickness of the lips and the (lighter) shade of the skin, even when it comes to Rwanda, with the Tutsis who since the colonial days were promptly labeled Europaeden and therefore perched over the Hutus who were judged as being Negroiden. Which begs the question of why these “Europaeiden” Africans are the worst lost cases in Africa. Chad is a dictatorship with special dungeons right under the presidential palace for torturing and murdering the nation’s citizens. Sudan is a nightmare for humankind and beasts. Rwanda was horrendously biblical in its slaughter of humankind, killing nearly a million in less than a hundred days. Somali is not even an existing state. Eritrea and Ethiopia are at each others’ throats in the most archaiv presentation of wars.
But the Euroancestralä writers are fixed in the 18th and 19th century classification system. The difference, as far as what I am writing about is concerned, is that I have the decency and maturity to try to see things with “Euroancestralä eyes”. But Euroancestralsä have forgotten that other people too should be seen with their own eyes, not the Euroancestralä ones, and have the right to be measured by their own “yardsticks”. The rest of us have to eat too to help us do the “lowest jobs” allegedly assigned us by divine providence. The Euroancestralä “lifestyle” one should keep off me. I wish every African all the wealth they long for, but I would not want them to lose their humane and open nature, their love of companionship and togetherness, their acceptance of sharing as an obvious human trait, their innate elegance and proud humbleness. I pray that no African female pop or film star would attain sensationalism and send fans shrieking and tearing their hair out because she knows how to get out of the limousine smiling at photographers and cameramen and leaving no doubts in their minds that she does not only wear no panties but can also never get a bra on the planet that fits her.

But once Western scholars came up with the concept of “race”, it was only compatible with the nature of human behaviour – and possibly forgivable – that Euroancestralsä used their “might” to give them the right to elevate their own to the top, make themselves the pièce de résistance. To this day humankind (even scholars and authors who ought to know better at long last) keeps on confusing ethnic groups, languages and nations with this fictitious “race” syndrom. History was segmented into successive ladders of “races”, with each “race” in a sort of relay race, each wielding power for a period of time before passing on the crown to a more “superior” variant. And now this segment we are in has this Western variant who is inundated with the terror of ever passing on this power to a new “superior” variant. So they eat more, arm themselves to above the teeth, acquire more material wealth, have gadgets in their homes to cash in real-time wasted in cooking, dishwashing, doing the laundry. They watch the telly while walking to the greengrocers and simultaneously talking to the same multi-tasking screen with the old peoples home to find out whether grandma is keeping up her hunger strike in rebellion to good family advise not to leave all her fortunes to her dog Pucci. Gadgets for raising the footrests of the comfy chair in the sitting room, or bed positions to watch the bedroom television. Gadgets that tell them that the baby, several rooms away is awake, or the Christmas turkey should be put into/taken out of the oven. Gadgets that peep to remind them that the visit to the GP is at ten-thirty this morning… All that and more, but they FOREVER HAVE NO TIME! Not even for each other. They are so short of time that anybody out there who wants to make trillions should start working on an adult high-tech nappy-toilet so that no time is wasted for calls of nature.

But back to “the ruling colour.” In this hurdles race, an assortment of scientist cabals were in a mad classification and systematisation frenzy, from archaeologists, palaeontologists, Indologists, historians, linguists and philologists – and all the other -ologists, -ogists and -uists in between, all the way to Pluto and back, sabre-rattling at each other. All the way to the use of fabrications of medieval monks who had done their holiest best to interpret the Book of Genesis literally. I quote Dr J.P. Mallory: “When the Greek word for oak is the same as the Germanic word for beech and the Russian word for elder, on what grounds does one ascribe an original Proto-Indo-European meaning to the word?” (In Search of the Indo-European, 1989, Thames & Hudson Ltd, London. p.112)

Back in Eurasia of some 6,000 years ago an ancestor was found who spoke the languages of the Proto-Indo-Europeans. But especially in Europe, there was a near-universal desperate longing for an illustrious ancestry all their own, according to Dr J.P. Mallory. To begin with, Troy gave the Romans their illustrious past. Come the Middle Ages and the Spanish aristocracy, and only the Spanish aristocracy, mind, had their ancestral blood dripping directly into their veins from the veins of the superior Visigoths. Caught between hell and a furnace that gave them chronic schizophrenia, the French didn’t know whether they should head off towards the pedigree of Vercingetorix and his Gauls/Celts or make a run for Charlemagne and his Franks (Germans). The Germans were careening all over the entire European landscape anyway. I quote again from J.P. Mallory:
“The Germans, on the other hand, saw their own history begin with those expansions that provided the Visigoths, Franks and Saxons – the illustrious ancestors – of their neighbours. When Tacitus maintained that the Germans were pure of blood, unmixed with other races and autochthonous, there was little reason to deny that their origins lay in Northern Europe. If the Church required a Biblical link, then Ashkenaz, a grandson of the prolific Japheth, could be found to trek his way to Northern Europe and establish the German people.” (In Search of the Indo-Europeans, p. 266).

The English were your regular (so to speak) Europe’s Mestizos, octoroons and quadroons and whatever other “-roons” they themselves were so meticulously fussy about in the New World. The English were the dandy mixture of Anglo-Saxons, Britons, Normans, Vikings and Whoever. When you’re hit this hard, they must have thought to themselves, just reach out to the Promised Land. And so the English brought, from across the seas, some lost tribe of Israel just to make their ancestry even more ancient. Notice the oscillation between the pseudo-sciences and the Bible. An answer must always be found, an explanation given even if it means boarding the Discovery with a Bible, mind-boggling scientific formulae and equipment that makes a mockery of the Christian faith.

With the roaring intellectual salons of those days in Berlin, Vienna, London – and the busy seaports of Germany, England, Scandinavia and Holland – the Caucasians were furiously concocting theories into facts. They indeed magnanimously recovered from their inferiority complexes against the sophisticated and richly endowed “Mussulmans and Ethiopians”. By the 19th century, physical anthropologists measured “racial” superiority or inferiority by using the cephalic index. Dolichocephalic (long-headed) Nordics and their brachycephalic (broad-headed) southern neighbours. With this new patchwork of Dolichocephalic Nordics, simply look up the customs of the ancient Egyptians who, from birth, artificially formed their babies’ heads to acquire the long-headed shape, add to it the sort of anthropological excavations and grave-robberies of the 18th and 19th centuries, salt that with the splendours of the Indian Maharajas who now “belonged” to The Empire, etcetera etcetera, and you hit the jackpot. The blond blue-eyed fellow who had previously been relegated to the caricature of the dreamy romantic was flipped over.
Around 1870, he became the stereotype of the virile Nordic Garth types.
Again to quote from J.P. Mallory:

A superior Nordic physical type had been discovered by science; it remained for the philologists to provide him with an ancient and illustrious ethnic identity. The discovery of the Indo-European language family did more than simply elucidate the historical relationship between many Europeans and Asian languages. It severed once and for all the fantasy of deriving all languages from Hebrew, and by extension, Adam. The indivisibility of the human race was being destroyed not only by those who profited from exploiting different peoples, but by science itself. Following the West’s discovery of the wealth of Indic and Iranian literature, European scholars looked beyond Eden to seek their own more illustrious forebears in Central Asia, Iran and India. Although Indo-European and Indo-Germanic had both been coined early in the nineteenth century, Max Müller, and other linguists, encouraged the use of Aryan to describe the ancient Indo-European. Naturally, if these early Aryans were the ancestors of the Europeans, then they too must have been part of the superior white race (p.267).

Having climbed so high, you had to climb higher before things would fall apart. And things were falling apart – in the New World – and in fact more rapidly than it rose to the heights. But with a hell of a lot of clowns in the circus. Superiority of physical type, culture and language aside, other elements were missing for full-blooded Aryanism. Although the word-based language of the Chinese had been found “simple” and dropped to the bottom of the ladder, Asia was too far from Europe and quite frankly not pink enough or not at all pink. The intellectual environment of 19th and early 20th century Aryan “fitted with mental endowments” and “promoters of true progress” (V. Gordon Childe) was pulled away from the Hindu Kush or Himalayas and slotted in by Canon I. Taylor as “an improved race of Finns”. Theodor Poesche was of the grand opinion that if one could locate a spot in Europe with the highest cases of albinism, they would hit smack bang on the centre of the Aryan “race”. Then a European homeland was found by the Aryanists in the Pripet marshes of Eastern Europe. Come 1883 and one Karl Penka is ruling out any possibility of the “powerful, energetic blond race” ever developing from the unhealthy environment of a swamp. After rummaging through archaeology, mythology, etymology, linguistics and anthropology, the good fellow had it: Aryans originated in southern Scandinavia and could not be derived from elsewhere, no, sir, definitely not. Soon the entire European round tables were of a single conviction: Aryans had from the very fist cell been “blond Dolichocephalics”. It was, by Jove, “Aryan eyes”, “Aryan hair”, “Aryan blood…” The Indologist Max Müller got so nettled over the madness of the monster he had created that he slammed back that it was as if a linguist would speak of “a Dolichocephalic dictionary or a Brachycephalic grammar.”
“But it was too late. The Indo-Europeans and racism had become inseparable in the minds of many scholars… the superiority of the ancient Aryan Nordic race had entered popular political culture,” concludes Mallory on the subject of the search of the “Master Race”.

Well then, off to the Caribbean for another few shiploads of sugar, or to the Guinea Coast for loads of heathen prime sub-humans – the choice is yours, Christian. British colonisers, the only ones I and my family and people ever had to deal with, displaced and expelled and then seized the land for themselves. It was a long-established tradition. Like the horrors of the Celtic Irish in 1565. Everybody was a savage whose culture was useful or not useful enough, whose culture was not to be recognised and accepted, or so good that it had to be misappropriated.

The genes responsible for the colour of the skin are not responsible
for the colour of eyes or hair. This is why Africans often have green eyes, less often blue eyes.

Many Afroancestrals (at first under the power of the gun, later quite voluntarily through conditioned thinking) had gradually turned to eating lamb at Easter and turkey at Christmas, to replace the white cock at births or the brown cow at harvesting. The black-and-white bull at funerals gave way to the Lord's Prayer, by the same processes. But still the Afroancestralsä were treated with contempt or with the angry tolerance one would accord a retarded but harmless child. The cross with a naked man in a loincloth, even if made of wood or crude leather, was better than the ancestral carvings and figurines in bone and ivory and wood, better than the lion claw – for hanging around the neck as the fetish of fashion. An invisible God, in a non-existent heaven was better than the invisible but evident Gods deep in the earth, in trees, roaming the air, dwelling in the sun and the moon and so on, and sometimes even manifesting themselves in human, animal or other forms including thunder, lightning and eclipses. Has anybody ever seen the Holy Ghost? Is it not superstition? So why do Christians believe in this ghost? A voice to Moses in the wilderness or to Abraham about to slaughter his son, is the true religion! Is this where the West got acquainted with the idea of cannibalism as a religious ritual? The ancestors, the very ones who created you and whose blood runs in your veins and in the veins of your children and children’s children – to hold them for Gods is animism! To hang a lion’s tooth pendant around the neck is fetishism, but not hanging the cross around the neck whether the cross is in gold, ivory or in leather thongs holding a wooden cross! Only one very important fact was conveniently forgotten: Euroancestralsä have never come up with a religion that became a world religion. Christ is from our corner of the world, not from Reykjavik. We know him since the 3rd century AD, in both Eastern Africa and Egypt. And Africans have a world religion – Candomblé. It is not only practised in Africa and Europe but also in the entire Americas and the Caribbeans.

Meanwhile these so-called primitive carvings and figurines and other symbolisms of ancient Africa – the “primitive art” – are sitting pretty in European museums (Chirac just opened himself a brand new one in Paris, for Africa and Oceania) or private homes, as increasingly precious curiosities called collections, and worth enough to feed, heal, prevent diseases, educate and house the entire African continent for at least a few decades.

I often wonder what the current coin would look like if, for the sake of perspectives, the Afroancestralsä were the worshippers of a crucified man stripped down to a loincloth, with a thorny crown around his head? If the Afroancestralsä were the ones with the weekly rituals of drinking the blood and eating the flesh of this crucified man, and so on? If the Afroancestralsä were the ones making the sign of the cross on the front of their bodies or waving smoking containers or practising institutionalised exorcism or sprinkling water over their infants’ heads to welcome them into a faith they are still far from even fathoming? And then, on the other hand, have the Euroancestralsä as the worshippers of nature and their ancestors! I can see them converting the world into their religion with convincing arguments like: Nature and the ancestors are the true Gods – you stand in a direct line of ancestry with them not with some imaginary white-bearded fellow in an imaginary heaven with a practically naked “son” crucified on a cross wearing a crown of thorns! Stop this practise of the remaining stocks of your cannibalistic days when you ate human flesh and drank human blood! Turn to your True Creators whose blood is in your veins!

With the sword and the gun, I don’t doubt that not just the Japanese Shintoists but the majority of the world too, would turn to Ancestor-Worship, with Nature as God’s Messenger. And the planet would sigh with everlasting gratitude and equity, for everybody