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Eeyore’s Cabinet: The Paradoxes of Woke Racism

Victor Davis Hanson // Private Papers Part One Here are the first three of five observations about our current woke racial mania. 1. Are the non-white elite in government, universities, entertainment, and the corporate world who rail about “whiteness,” “systemic racism,” and pathological “whites” in general mostly referring to their own elite white colleagues? Are […]

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The Cruel Progressive Creed Undoing Civilization

Victor Davis Hanson // American Greatness Debt is suffocating us. Our currency is on its way to being Lebanonized.  Most major American cities are broke, dirty, unsafe, and run by either corrupt incumbents, neo-Marxists, or both. The law is optional,  and applied asymmetrically on the basis of race and ideology. The past is found guilty

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The Culturalist: Shiloh and Wuhan

Victor Davis Hanson // Art19 and Just the News Victor Davis Hanson and cohost Sami Winc discuss the cultural significance of the Battle of Shiloh and the Year of the Wuhan Virus. Share This

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A Child’s Garden of Animals

Victor Davis Hanson // Private Papers Part Two: The Fear of and Reverence for the “Hoop Snake” For the next week after that warning about hoop snakes on the prowl as veritable animal unicyclists, I looked hourly for hoop snakes—shovel in hand—but never found a single one or even their bike-tire like trails. Yet Joe

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Why Are They Woke?

Victor Davis Hanson // American Greatness There are lots of reasons why wokeism spread like wildfire once America lost its collective mind during the pandemic, quarantine, self-induced recession, and rioting of 2020.  Wokeism was never really about racism, sexism, or other -isms. Instead, for some, it illustrated a psychological pathology of projection: fobbing one’s own

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A Child’s Garden of Animals

Victor Davis Hanson // Private Papers Part One: The Fear of and Reverence for the “Hoop Snake” I don’t know when and how Joe Caron (I have slightly altered the name) moved to our farm in the 1950s, or maybe it was earlier right after the war before I was born. My earliest memories of

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