by Billy Roper

Our family joined with thousands of others yesterday in celebration of explicitly European heritage and culture at the Arkansas Scottish Festival, an annual event held each April at Lyon College in Batesville. The four of us joined another family of seven in visiting each of the Clan’s booths and learning more about the history and traditions of the northern half of the British Isles. There were dozens of vendors and a large food court which featured some traditional Scottish cuisine, as well as jewelry, clothes, and other souvenirs. It was nice to see all of the White children there, absorbing some European identity.

Hundreds of bagpipe and drum musicians from around the country held individual competitions as well as group contests of their musical skills and talent, followed by a parade, concert, and exhibition of traditional Scottish dances.

Somewhat less traditional was the group of young children from a dance group whom someone at the college thought would be a great addition to the weekend with their display of twerking and jiving to African-American rap songs blaring over speakers earlier on Saturday morning. “That is NOT Scottish music!”, an event attendee was heard to protest, and we of course openly agreed with them.

Mercifully, the faux Highland Hip-Hop episode was brief, and we only had to contend with three or four clusters of mixed race couples, a couple of sets of queers of various genders, and a few very, very lost Asians and Mexicans who must have thought that they were 1/32nd Scottish because they stopped off at McDonald’s on the way. Overall, the festival was well over 95% White, which is a rare blessing at any public event, these days. As a humorous aside, we observed that the two tables set up for the Black Student Association were not only unmanned, but remained completely bare and abandoned throughout the day. Perhaps they didn’t anticipate recruiting many new members at the event.

We saw several familiar faces, many of whom we hadn’t in a year or two, and had a great time visiting with most of them. I’m not sure why Greek gyros and cajun crawdads and alligator had to be included at a Scottish Festival, but the British Car Show was a treat, with MGs, Austin Martins, Morgans, Mini-Coopers, and Jaguars predominating.

Watching the demonstration of how Scottish sheep dogs herd, in this case ducks, was an interesting lesson in human motivation, also. Many of us have joked that trying to organize activism is like trying to herd ducks; well, I took some notes from the sheepdogs’ success. My mother remarked that the Shepherd might have gotten better results, and the ducks where he wanted them to go, a lot faster if he had just put some corn down on the target area. Alas, ain’t it the truth?

Getting together at a nearby restaurant for dinner afterwards, we discussed plans for the upcoming White Lives Matter red balloon release and the ShieldWall Network meeting May 20th, and I was greatly honored to be presented with a very special gift from my friends in honor of my birthday: a substantial double-bladed battle axe, which now hangs on the wall next to our largest bookshelf in the living room.

I encourage all patriots to get out in your local communities, or even make a trip of it as we did if necessary, to support events celebrating White heritage and culture. You can also strengthen real-life bonds that are really a large part of what life is all about. We all had a great day, and will certainly be back again next year. Hopefully the jungle contingent will be left out of the presentation. We’ll see. I’ll be mentioning our displeasure with their inclusion to the event organizers in the meantime. Several of us will, in fact. Silent voices are never listened to. Like the bagpipes, somebody has to be the first to make themselves heard.