I recently returned to my hometown for Easter and am still here. I've had the chance to talk with neighbors and friends I haven't seen in 13 years.
Report on the health of a random rural town:
1. The young people all left. It's boomerville now with a major exception*. So the only people from my childhood I spoke with were old people.
2. The boomers (mostly Republicans) are more racially aware than I remember, but then, I was not racially conscious myself when I left for college. Despite this, they all preface everything with something like; "I'm not prejudiced, but..."
3. *The exception to the rule of vanishing youths is mexicans. There are spics EVERYWHERE. I went to visit a farmer I used to work for and found that the farm was sold to some other guy who doesn't even live there. Mexicans do. A LOT of Mexicans. Like, holy shit, it is a clan there. I would estimate that at least 30% of the children in my town are now Mexicans. Possibly even half. Worse, Koreans and to a lesser extent, smart niggers have bought a bunch of McMansions that now dot the pristine rolling hills of Virginia like buboes on the skin of a woman dying of plague. Plenty of White lawyers also slapped down these tumorous card board houses all over the place. Randomly. But these liberal lawyers do not have children. Only the Mexicans do.
4. LMAO @ the protestant church. It's going to shut down. When I lived here, the protestant church was among the most liberal institutions. Run by a man who loved diversity. I'll bet he is pleased with how things turned out. Not so the Catholic church, which is packed. Packed with mexicans. Fucking hell, how are there so many??
5. As Robert Putnam could have predicted, there is essentially no social activity whatsoever among the WHITE residents of boomerville. There is a pre-K daycare still going and... well, yeah... The guy who did the Christmas rides has retired. So that's gone. The church no longer does the candle light caroling. God I loved that. Maybe the Mexicans will be gracious enough to carry on this tradition for us... oh wait, no. They don't. I have asked around and all the nice things that these tolerant boomers used to get together and do here are gone. The civic association still exists.
"I'm the youngest man who attends." ~t. 60 year old man
So in a few years, even that will be gone.
"These people from the cities moved here and don't really interact with the community here. I don't know what happens when we move on." ~t. 70 year old farmer guy
Many if not most of the "people" moving into these McMansions will not even live here for more than 10 years. They will leave and some new invaders will come with just as much connection or contribution to the area.
6. Developers are poised like hyenas to turn my sweet rural home into a strip mall. For decades, the people of my community fought a siege against these predatory developers. And mad respect to them. They were conscious of themselves as rural people distinct from Washington DC metro area, who fought tooth and nail to keep my town from becoming a suburban sprawl. They have great pride in the community.
Yeah, but when they die, that's it. I'm sure the mexicans who live in group homes will take up the torch when the White man dies.
This concludes my rural report.
Things are bleak out here. In just 13 years, a community went from an actual paradise to a write off. My God, I may have rosy glasses, but I grew up in a town where I walked for miles, crossing yards and fields without anyone getting upset. Or raping, murdering, and eating me. Virtually zero crime. Your classic Oh we never lock our doors here type community. We NEVER locked our car. We did lock our house, but my mother was paranoid as hell.
I used to be able to hide from my abusive parents at other people's houses. Once, for over a week. Which, btw, is highly illegal. But the community protected me.
Now, if I were a kid and I had to do that, who would I seek shelter with? Some mexicans? Some Koreans that came here from DC? What are they even doing here? Who the hell are they? NO ONE EVEN KNOWS THEIR NAMES, yet they live right next door!
I grew up in an abusive household, yet I still consider my childhood to have been wonderful simply because the community I grew up with were kind, caring, personal, and went out of their way to help you. It was a real life rural meme society. No crime, unlocked doors, happy people... not that many children tbh which is where the problem may have arisen. Incidentally, almost no niggers. I only saw niggers at school.