“Now me, I’ve been a Heathen half my life, and you know what I say when people start ranting about racist heathens? I shrug. I look them in the eye and say, “I don’t give a fuck.” Because after way, way to many years of watching the term racism being applied so unequally, the term means nothing to me.”
This. Exactly this. Brilliant essay! Reblogging because the nonsense being put forward by other supposedly tolerant groups of heathens is nothing more than racist culturalist bullshit.
I literally had a heathen tell me this past weekend that she could care less if European cultures die out. Really? The culture and ethnicity your ancestors came from, that produced you, is worthless and not worth saving? Ok….so tell me how that honors your ancestors….?
Why is it that I constantly find myself in actions of defense for groups I do not belong to and don’t even always agree with? Seriously, I’m trying to mind my own business, but this divine nature that insists on holding people to their own standards, or even the spirit of those standards, just keeps driving me to speak up. It’s gods damn annoying, what it is. I’m not even Folkish or Universalist as a Heathen. Of course, as the Havamal says:
So when I come across the following post by Grundsau Burrow entitled There is No Folkish and Universalist Debate in Heathenry I can just tell that I am about to experience a wondrous new world of
hatred and bigotry tolerance and diversity. Because you can bet that of the two optional meanings…
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