In his famous letter of resignation to the Friars Club of Beverly Hills, Groucho Marx wrote “I don’t want to belong to any club that will accept people like me as a member.” That is more or less the situation I find myself in today. To be precise, there are few clubs that would have someone like me as a member.
For most of my adult life, I have lived in Japan, a homogeneous nation with a very small number of foreign residents. My life in Japan has been determined in no small part by the fact that I am an outsider. This in-group/out-group dynamic comes into play in nearly every interaction I have with Japanese people. For years, this was a sore point for me, as I considered it to be the main obstacle preventing me from really being a part of the places where I worked or the communities I lived in. Now, I am actually thankful, because my “otherness” provides a buffer between me and Japanese society.
My relationship with Japan has always been transactional in nature. Very little effort is made to understand who I am as an individual. Rather, my status and value are measured by the degree to which I am useful to someone else. As a foreign resident of Japan, I have no political agency and little, if any, social capital in Japanese society. There are many aspects of life in Japan that are all but closed to me simply because I am not Japanese. And to be honest, I am glad that I am not Japanese. I have absolutely no desire to become Japanese, either.
I also have little desire to engage with most of the Western expat community in Tokyo. I notice a lot of foreigners, especially those quite a bit younger than I, appear to fancy themselves as hip cosmopolitans. Many make an embarrassingly overt effort to assimilate themselves by adopting the absurd fashion and trends popular with Japanese.
Others are corporate managers here on generous expat packages, provided with luxury apartments and bilingual secretaries, living a life even most Japanese can only dream of.
Many of the foreigners I see while out and about are just plain…weird. Modern Japan is a weird place that attracts weird people. The international popularization of anime, manga, J-pop and other vapid, low-brow rubbish dubbed “Cool Japan” has given rise to the dread “weaboo.” As a result, there are far too many overweight, blue-haired, neck-bearded, anime waifu pillow-humping losers here than I would prefer.
If there is a common thread among these disparate groups, perhaps it is a tendency toward the liberal progressive SJW mentality. I suspect that many Westerners living in Japan incorrectly correlate their experience living here with the experience of immigrants in their home countries. This misapprehension probably makes them sympathetic to immigration because they know what it feels like to be an outsider and a minority in a totally different culture. I have yet to meet any Westerners who are interested in White nationalism or the alt-right, nor anyone who is aware of the White genocide agenda. I imagine this is especially true among Westerners who have married Japanese.
If I were in the United States, the situation wouldn’t be much easier. As a White man with a Japanese wife and a mixed race child, we would be welcomed by progressive liberals who celebrate and encourage interracial families. Our very existence would appear to signal our open-minded tolerance and anti-racist attitudes. But all these assumptions would be incorrect. My wife and I are not part of the rainbow coalition. We support ethno-nationalism.
You read that right. Even though my wife is Japanese, she is an advocate for White nationalism, which aims to achieve White racial preservation and the creation of White homelands. She is opposed to the ethnic displacement of Europeans in their own countries. She fully supports the desire of different European peoples to preserve their cultural and biological distinctness.
Yet this, too, is a club to which I cannot belong, nor one where I would want someone like me as a member.
White nationalism posits that the best way to save the White race is to create homogeneously White homelands. This means that race must be the basis for defining who belongs to a nation and who does not. If this sounds extreme, let me remind you that this is no different from the situation in Japan. Just because I live here does not make me Japanese. Even if I were to become a citizen, no one would accept me as being Japanese. Japanese is an ethnic/racial identity. Just like being White.
If White nationalists ever succeed in creating homogeneously White homelands, will my family and I be welcome there? Sadly, I doubt it. Realistically speaking, as soon as exceptions are made and non-Whites are allowed, it is only a matter of time before things end up right back where they started. The United States is the prime example of why multicultural civic nationalism does not work.
Staunch White nationalists would not only oppose my wife and son, they would bar me, as well. People like me are labeled “race-mixers” or “race traitors.” Even if I were to abandon my family, I would still be considered untrustworthy, as miscegenation implies disloyalty. In essence, my decision to marry outside my race is an irrevocable black mark, according to some. Given the dire situation White people and Western culture are in, I have to admit that I understand the need for this degree of fervency. At the same time, the rabid rhetoric of some adherents can be as disconcerting as that of any SJW.
So where do I belong? Where do I fit in? Where is the club for me to join?
I came to the conclusion a long time ago that Japan is not the place I want to spend the rest of my days. I love many things about Japan and I support Japan’s desire to remain culturally and racially homogeneous, but I am not willing to fight for Japan’s future. In fact, Japan would be better off without foreigners like me. If living in Japan has taught me anything, it is that my own people, culture and home are where I am most comfortable, have the most opportunities and am most happy.
However, the place I used to call home is no longer familiar to me, and I cannot abide by what it has become and where it is going. I am interested in many of the issues central to the White nationalist/alt-right movements, but I suspect I would not be welcomed by many people in them for the reasons I have discussed above. Nevertheless, I absolutely believe that White people, who are the smallest ethnic minority in the world, and Western culture, must prevail at all costs. And, I am willing to fight to make that happen. I am fortunate to have a wife and son who support me. That is important. It is more than many people have, actually.
For anyone else who finds themselves on the outside looking in, it is time we all started amassing a tribe of like-minded people we can trust and rely on. This is the only way forward in the difficult times that lie ahead. We need a club of our own.