I asked a Jewish friend for his views and he replied:
The term “nationalism” doesn’t ring right for me. I don’t know what term would work better for me. John Derbyshire’s disposition is in the ballpark of my own, and as far as I know he hasn’t described himself as a nationalist.
You have to remember that for most of my life the people I’ve loved best have not been Jewish, and many have not been white. So emotionally I’m not going to be able get on board with a POV in which my interests as a white guy sets me up in a hostile opposition to non-whites.
On the other hand I’m contemptuous of the taboo against white people discussing their interests as white people. Frankly I think that’s a cultural sickness with severe costs. I’ve been blown away reading white Congressmen’s good-sense speeches in favor of immigration restriction in 1924. It would be healthy to hear that kind of talk again. on
I’m unimpressed and unmoved by non-whites resentment toward whites. American whites are more decent to people of other races than any other group of people I’ve encountered on this planet. Some of my Asian friends have anti-white feelings, and whenever they’ve tried to cast me as “not really white” or “an honorary [whatever]” I’ve always flatly rejected it. I’m a white guy. I find no compliment in being told otherwise.
I’m baffled when non-whites with whom I don’t share a personal relationship assume I have an obligation to be “educated” in their struggles with The Man. I’ve got my own struggles. I don’t ask them to spend their days contemplating them. I used to shit my pants twice a year, like clockwork. Perhaps they should be educated about what that’s like.
To answer your question, I could get on board with an unapologetic and honest white identity, in which white interests were discussed forthrightly and bluntly.
