American Renaissance
Even if you shave your head, the roots will return
Many years ago, I had a friend with long blonde hair. One night, while drinking wine with a ‘friend’, she was convinced she should dye her hair red with henna.
For some reason, my friend was easily swayed to do something impulsive. They waltzed over to the nearest pharmacy, bought some red henna, and applied it to her long locks.
The next day, my friend woke up with red hair. She felt kind of queasy, but convinced herself to love the radical change. For about a week.
Then, she marched over to another pharmacy, and bought some hair colour removal. She sat alone, and thoroughly applied the colour removal to her hair. In about an hour she rinsed it out, hoping for her blonde hair to return.
When she looked in the mirror, it was flamingo pink.
It was also severely damaged, and she had to cut most of it off, leaving her with chin length hair that was a muddy reddish blonde.
Why did my friend do all this? Was it an act of defiance? Of redefining her identity, or searching for one? Of self-harm?
Many women have been shaving their heads in reaction to the American election results. Maybe in an act of defiance, in search of an identity, or self-harm. Probably a mix of all three.
Or perhaps, more deeply, a projection of their shame. In post-Nazi France, the women who had collaborated with Nazis had their heads shaved to shame them. In America, the women are doing it to themselves.
As at least one of them pointed out on a selfie camera, hair grows back. Yes, yes it does, but it takes years. Trust me, I know from experience. My friend, in case you haven’t already guessed, was me.
In the same way, it will take time for America to return to what it once was, or at least to grow back in the right direction.
I always looked best blonde. I was born blonde. America was born free. Freedom will always be its best look. Its instinct will always be to return to freedom, no matter how far it strays.
Right now, the first task will be to cut off everything that does not belong. To let DEI die. To uproot the attempted cultural revolution. To strip away its bloated bureaucracy, its cronyism, its corruption. To lay to rest the Deep State. It will have to strip all of the red Marxism out of its system.
Then, it will be able to return to its roots.
America was founded on certain principles, on certain ideals. This makes it like no other nation in the world. It was not founded based on ethnic or tribal identity, or geographic proximity. It was not founded, like Canada, on loyalty to the crown or submission to absolute authority. Quite the opposite.
The core principle of America is liberty— the right of the individual to be lifted above all else. The liberty to own property, to be free from the excesses of managerial control, the liberty of thought, association, and religion. The freedom to think what you want, and say it out loud. The right to bear arms; to defend oneself against the encroaching authoritarianism of a powerful state gone rogue. The promise of America was, and is, that its people have the right to be free, and this freedom is not granted by the state, but protected by it.
That is the natural colour of America’s proverbial hair. It will grow back, and as it grows, there will be a renaissance of its principles and its ideals. This, I firmly believe. You can change the colour in an act of self-harm, but it will just not stick.
My blonde hair grew back. It is long, and healthy, and something I now cherish as a part of my authentic identity. As my hair grew back, so did my wisdom. I know better now than to stray from my own principles and values. I know who I am, and America knows who it is.
Let the renaissance begin.
Yeayyy!!! To long hair, a hair story: My ex-boyfriend had some stupid rules: to always have long hair, to maintain a certain weight, and to maintain it a certain colour (dark brown). So when I broke up with him, the first thing I did in an act of rebellion was go to the hair dressers and chopped off about 15", up to my chin. People were shocked, they barely recognized me. Like you, I regretted it immediately afterwards and to add to it, I regrettably got back together with him, gently breaking the news that my locks were gone and would he survive (I genuinely hoped that this would be an irreversible deal breaker - alas, it wasn't). A few break ups later, I am delighted to report, that like you - I have my healthy, long hair back in all its dark brown glory!
Love your blog… we are returning to patriot ‘Roots’.