The Cucks Will Rue The McHugh
They purged Katie McHugh this week. And for Conservatism Inc., it looks like we’re back to business as usual. Purges aren’t just a tradition; they are the tradition of the self-styled “conservative movement.” Its whole point is to complain about problems, profit off alienation, and divert potential recruits away from seeking root causes or pursuing real solutions.
You’d think it hard to muster outrage when you can’t even summon up surprise. Many have shared McHugh’s fate; many more have suffered far worse and have not had a Patreon or WeSearchr to fall back on. Indeed, within a few weeks, it’s possible McHugh will not just have a bigger platform, but will be making more money and have greater opportunities.
And so it’s easy to sneer or be cynical. It’s tempting to ask why we should care. Bluntly, a young woman is going to have an easier time attracting money, sympathy, and assistance than a young man in a similar situation. And for an older man, the financial and emotional consequences are far more severe; the late Sam Francis compared his termination from the Washington Times as psychologically comparable to rape.
In contrast, what did McHugh lose, really? She didn’t have a television show. She was not a celebrity like Milo Yiannapoulos. She was not directly connected to the Trump Administration. She was, objectively, a minor figure in the conservative movement.
Yet for this week, and perhaps longer, Katie McHugh is the most important person on the American Right. For she is not just a remarkable personality—a sincere and frank young woman—but a symbol of something so much larger, a harbinger of something that will shock the West with its fury.
We can see hints of it in the way so many have rallied to her, despite her being relatively unknown. The reason was that for us, she wasn’t just known, she was the most important person at Breitbart, someone whose mere presence indicated nationalist views were being given an airing and could be talked about in editorial meetings.
Her confrontational style exemplified what Breitbart fans believed (and what some Alt-Righters wanted to believe) about Andrew’s legacy—that it was still the site of “honey badger don’t give a shit,” the mentality at the heart of the Trump Revolution. As the site steadily became less daring, interesting, and influential in the months since Trump took office, McHugh was to Breitbart as Steve Bannon was to the White House, a sign there is still some hope.
Of course, like /b/, Breitbart was never really good. Founded in Israel, it was always limited by the clichés of the American Right. Andrew Breitbart himself was well aware of Cultural Marxism, once witnessing to me about William Lind’s Free Congress Foundation documentary on the subject with the fervor of a convert. But he still caved to Max Blumenthal at CPAC and declared Jared Taylor “despicable,” lest the left-wing reporter call him mean words.
What made Breitbart the conservative site that truly different on an ideological—or rather, symbolic—level was the 2016 election. Initially supportive of Cruz, and flush with money from Cruz’s allies Robert and Rebekah Mercer, Breitbart institutionally supported the Trump campaign by the late primaries. Many of those who backed Cruz eventually left the site. The Michelle Fields affair drove out Ben Shapiro and revealed the split between those who wanted to get along with the leftist press and those who wanted to destroy them.
For the latter part of the campaign, Breitbart was, explicitly, a nationalist, populist, anti-free trade, and anti-Beltway Right publication. There was a lot of stupidity mixed in, much as with Trump himself. And Breitbart certainly was never Identitarian. But it made an unequivocal break with conservatism’s usual operating pattern. And the mainstream press was scared. Breitbart, in short, mattered.
Following Trump’s inauguration, Breitbart has become stale, boring, unimportant. It no longer matters. The self-defeating strategy of becoming a right-wing version of The Hill has led to censorship of writers’ social networking. When leftist watchdogs stamped their feet about Virginia Hale (now perhaps the last nationalist at the website), her Twitter was taken down, presumably either out of fear or under orders. But McHugh remained, and she continued her efforts in best tradition of the Great Meme War of 2016.
McHugh matters because what she suffered was not a typical conservative movement purge. Even by Breitbart’s 2016 standards, she could have been fired long ago for various tweets. But the tweet that got her canned was not offensive, edgy, or even controversial to most American conservatives. Far from being “Alt-Right,” it was like a typical posting from a BoomerCon at FreeRepublic.com.
There would be no deadly terror attacks in the U.K. if Muslims didn’t live there. #LondonBridge
— Katie McHugh🇺🇸 (@k_mcq) June 3, 2017
Katie McHugh was not fired for crossing a line. She was fired for staying within the lines, expressing the exact ideological program that Breitbart has been promoting all along —and is still promoting when foreign leaders say it. And this is why it was unforgivable.
Katie McHugh was Breitbart. Of all the personalities left at the site, she exemplified the brand’s ideal image. For Breitbart to destroy her was to destroy itself. And the fury that has accompanied her termination suggests many readers understood this on an emotional level.
Reading the reactions, it’s striking how many outraged readers and donors refer to McHugh as “Katie,” a person they felt they knew. McHugh. of course, is not a major media presence, with a few scattered interviews (mostly on Breitbart Radio) to her credit. Mostly, she was just a byline. It seems absurd to refer to a reporter, as opposed to a television personality, by his or her first name.
But everyone knew there was something more.
From even the restrained articles cleared for publication, you could tell there was someone didn’t just believe what she said, but demanded you take it seriously. McHugh didn’t just “care about immigration.” She wept for the parents whose children were slaughtered by illegals. She raged against a sick culture that poisoned the innocent. She never gave into the cynicism of accepting the status quo as natural or inevitable and she tended that holy fire of anger against the rulers who have so contemptuously betrayed us. And she rejoiced in those precious few things of beauty and innocence that remain in the ruinous dystopia these unspeakable bastards who destroyed our country have left us.
Like so many other young conservatives, she was sucked in, used up, and thrown away by an institution, which, whatever its slogans, has an even lower purpose than that which animates the merchants of pink sludge and aspartame. Breitbart, like the conservative movement generally, is a racket, a scam, a con, a meat grinder. It attracts readers and donors by promising them an aggressive attack on political correctness and a defense of a civilization that even the average conservative, however dimly, knows is crumbling. It asks its employees to put themselves on the line, defy social norms, and jeopardize future economic prospects to defend this ideological line. And again and again, at Breitbart and at conservative institutions generally, the most dedicated and effective activists are gunned down from the rear like Soviet conscripts, while their well-heeled superiors fundraise off the achievements of others.
The homeschooled Christians, the unironic patriots, the avenging activists hailing from the rusting industrial heartland, all come to Mordor on the Potomac ready to fight for their country. And they learn quickly that only those who don’t really mean it will prosper in this movement. Those who throw themselves into the struggle fully sacrifice youth, health, income, reputation, marriages, and the possibility of family only to learn their leaders not only never wanted to win, but never wanted to fight. Underpaid, overworked, always taken for granted, “the movement” has ruined more lives and relationships than no-fault divorce.
Katie McHugh understood this. She was warned against it. She saw the examples of those who had gone before her, and what “the movement” had done to them. And yet still she fought and sacrificed for people unfit to even speak to her, let alone command her energy and intellect.
Breitbart’s treason and cowardice is so blatant and undeniable it can only be called evil. The Purge of McHugh is so important because her defenestration was such an obvious betrayal, so naked a repudiation of Trump Republicanism and of Breitbart’s brand, that it is a clarifying moment. It’s worse than what was done to others because there wasn’t even the pretense of an ideological justification.
The Beltway Right hacks who love to cite (but not read) Burke should vaguely recall his passage about how a glimpse of Marie Antoinette made him think “ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.” Then let them consider the tittering filth who gleefully menace McHugh with rape, poverty, and death.
I don’t blame the egalitarians for disgorging their inner corruption any more than I blame a dog for consuming its own shit. But those who enabled McHugh’s termination, and, worse, collaborated with reporters to enable it in a manner indistinguishable from the “leakers” sabotaging President Trump, are morally responsible for each slur and threat, and each should be held accountable when the time comes. Worst of all (and yet, most oddly appropriate), the journalist who targeted McHugh for removal started out as a “conservative activist,” meaning that, once again, the conservative movement has accomplished its de facto mission of using its donors’ money to ensure its own defeat.
Leftists always mock right-wingers who unironically speak with true emotion about concepts like patriotism, beauty, and destiny. Partially in response to such mockery (and partially to get around censorship and programmed hostile responses), the Alt-Right subculture is usually characterized by an ironic and even surreal aesthetic.
Katie McHugh wasn’t about that. McHugh was not the edgiest or most extreme journalist at a mainstream conservative website. She didn’t present some incredible theory to explain our situation, nor did she even speak particularly frankly on racial issues. She’s a reporter, not a stylist.
Katie McHugh was singular, because she always, in every article, put herself entirely and earnestly on the line defending the principles that her superiors specifically sent her out to defend. She fought. Her words dripped with righteous fury against her, and our, foes. There was no insincerity in her work, none of the faux superiority of the “movement conservative” with their cheap cigars and ill-fitting suits desperately attempting to foster the illusion of power and status. She was the most authentic of personalities in the conservative movement.
That is why she is so despised by our enemies, these soulless meat sacks animated entirely by social cues, devoid of humanity and identity. And that’s why many of us who demand something more for ourselves, our children and our race than the defiled scraps of a ruined civilization love her so fiercely and so protectively.
One of the concepts being kicked around now is the “Fifth Political Theory,” the reluctant admission that most people in the West do not want to be saved and Europeans should think of themselves as a diaspora or a tribe. Regardless of whether one entertains or dismisses the concept, the obvious question is what would unite this European diaspora, as we are devoid of a unifying religion or single cultural tradition.
Yet the experience of McHugh gives us some indication. We are united by our suffering. We are united by our alienation and exile. We are united by the hatred emanating from our declared enemies, which awakens us to ourselves, our own identities, and our higher purpose. For they will not allow us even to exist unless we gleefully and enthusiastically assist in our own genocide. It is not hoary rhetoric but the declaration of a simple truth to name the choice as between victory or extermination.
On a far smaller scale, it’s the choice each of us faces every day, as Katie McHugh just learned. Even a modicum of a survival instinct is far more threatening to our occupiers than a thousand Islamic terrorist attacks. To speak against terrorism costs you your job; to enable the death of your countrymen brings praise and media admiration. And so, after inevitably being cast out, the outcast must return as king by his own hand, or die alone in the wilderness. Even the possibility of compromises is an option fading further with each passing day.
When Sam Francis died, Pat Buchanan paid tribute to his fallen friend by observing Francis, like his Confederate ancestors, always rode to the sound of the guns. Courage, we are told, is the supreme virtue because it makes all the other virtues possible. Having lost our entire country because of the stupidity and cowardice of “conservatives” who never hesitate to sound retreat, we have a powerful counter-example in little Katie, who is worth more than all the replaceable cogs of the putrid conservative movement.
I don’t know what the future holds for Katie. Even if she does nothing else, she already has lived with purpose and significance.
But I suspect her influence is likely to grow and her future accomplishments will make her enemies regret involuntarily unshackling her from an institution as dead as its namesake. Having been extricated from the life-draining effects of the “movement,” we can hope someday she’ll be a wife and mother who will defy the fate of those bitter and barren “conservative” politicas that sacrificed their souls in the Greek temples of Washington on the altar of career, serving those who hold them and their race in contempt.
Her views should not be associated with mine or ALTRIGHT.com’s editors. Nor do I know if our paths will ever cross. But, Katie, I doubt this will be the last time I hear your name spoken by the hateful voices of our enemies with well-deserved loathing. I would only tell you to cling to that courage that inspired so many, to welcome the hatred offered by such specimens as the highest form of tribute, and, most importantly, to remember even the fiercest hatred of your enemies is matched by the support of your friends.
For the rest of us, Katie McHugh is quite archetypal, because her fate could be ours at any moment. There is no conceivable scenario where America draws back from increasing polarization, where European-Americans can retreat into a kind of Boomer version of a “safe space,” where we will be allowed to quietly consume and run out our clock living a First World lifestyle. And as the Trump presidency continues to flounder and disappoint, European-Americans are stepping forward in increasing numbers to do what is necessary.
Some of us will be pushed into this struggle against our will. Some will be compelled to step forward because of our own sense of purpose. Yet all of us must be prepared for that day, if it comes, when the entire shrieking malice of The System and its innumerable eldritch manifestations is directed against you as an individual. It will be the day when your false friends flee, when leftists feel righteously emboldened to commit violence against you, and when nothing can be taken for granted. It’s a terrifying prospect. But it’s a possibility that faces each one of you who reads these words.
Are you prepared for that possibility?
Can you stand up to that tide of endless hatred when it comes?
If Katie McHugh can do it, how could you not?