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When I headed to the nineteenth American Renaissance conference last weekend (held once more in the beautiful Montgomery Bell State Park in Dickson County, Tennessee), I was uncertain as to what the mood would be. I was hoping the conference would energize me — but the opposite result was also possible. After all, just a little more than a week earlier, the great “Red Wave” had turned out to be a trickle. Many of my fellow thought-criminals were, I had heard, feeling pretty blackpilled. The prospects for the country seemed more dismal now than ever. And no less a Dissident Rightist than Kevin MacDonald had proclaimed that the election showed we had failed to get our message out.

But my fears were unfounded — and I should have realized this from the get-go — for our...