Years ago, when a young woman set out from Alabama to go to college in California, her uncle told her the story of how California was born. America, you see, was populated by people who just did not fit in back in Europe: religious fanatics, horse thieves, bail jumpers, fortune seekers, and other footloose folk. When they settled on the East Coast, the ones who didn’t fit in there moved a little further West and settled. Those who didn’t fit in there, moved still further West. And so on, and so forth, until they reached the West Coast and couldn’t go any further. Then they started collecting. And that’s what explains California, the great cultural granola of fruits, nuts, and flakes.
I laughed, of course, when she told this story, because as a native Westerner, I know that it is true. I grew up in the inland Northwest, but when I first visited the West Coast, I knew that I was at home. The West Coast of the United States, from San Diego to Seattle, is the closest thing I have experienced to an earthly paradise. We have the best climate in the country. The temperature is almost always mild, no matter where one’s area falls on the spectrum from steady sunshine to perpetual gloom. Aside from the coastline itself, we have some of America’s most beautiful landscapes, ranging from deserts to towering snow-capped volcanoes to rainforests. We have America’s best food and wines, some of its most beautiful cities, and some pretty formidable cultural resources. No, we do not have the art museums of New York City, Washington, D.C., and Boston. No, we do not have the Metropolitan Opera. But we can always visit them during the two weeks of the year when those cities are neither freezing nor sweltering, then hasten back to where living is easy.
The West Coast also has a lot of white people. Seattle and Portland are the whitest large cities in the United States, and outside the cities, Washington and Oregon are even whiter. California, of course, is now majority non-white, although whites remain the largest ethnic group.
The racial quality of Western whites is also very high. Furthermore, white Westerners really are more “laid back” and fun-loving. Western friendliness is not just politeness. It is combined with genuine openness. City folk out West tend to be much less pretentious than city folk back East. Even in San Francisco.
Many White Nationalists hope that when the United States falls apart, a White Republic will emerge in the Pacific Northwest, encompassing Washington, Oregon, Idaho, and parts of Montana and even some parts of Northern California. Harold Covington is the chief promoter of this idea, but he is not its originator or sole proponent. There are White Nationalists moving to the Northwest who are not part of Covington’s Northwest Front.