One of the more unfortunate divisions within the ranks of the unauthorized, or “dissident,” right here in the United States is the split between Catholics and racialists. The details and personalities behind this are not worth going over, as they are both understood and still sensitive. Regardless, the folks at Crisis and the folks at The Occidental Quarterly too often talk over and around one another, when they share so many of the same enemies — and may well suffer the same fate at the hands of said enemies. Interesting exceptions to this can be found here and there, James Kalb being likely the most interesting and thoughtful of them, but on the whole the two groups seem to interact very little, and to their own detriment. As I am young enough to not have taken a side yet, consider the below a token point, that both groups can agree on, and perhaps use to begin talking once again.
Everyone is aware of the massive demographic change the U.S. will soon go through, and with that news has come much discussion about how this or that will change because of it: cities, public transit, politics, the armed forces, etc. However, one topic that seems to have evaded this list is Catholicism. As America goes Mestizo, the Catholicism of Latin America will begin to overtake the more Polish, Irish, and Italian flavors of Catholicism that our country currently has.
The first sign of this will be when public images of the Virgen de Guadalupe become more common than the Virgin Mary, likely already true in parts of the Southwest. Then the former will become a kind of cheap pop symbol, or even a gang sign — wait that’s already the case. But a true appreciation for Catholicism’s fall will only come when every Sunday school student in America is familiar with Jesus Malverde — the patron saint of drug dealers.
While there is no historical proof that Saint Malverde ever existed, it is said that he was a Robin Hood-like outlaw who wandered Northern Mexico in the late 19th and early 20th centuries until his final, and heroic, demise at the hands of the law. In the hundred years since, he was dubbed a “narco-saint” and various miracles were said to be his doing, and these days he is apparently unironically prayed to by drug dealers in Mexico. While not currently recognized by the Catholic Church, that could change, and even if it does not, Mexicans seem to consider him a saint anyway; and once Americans and Mexicans become more or less the same, there is no reason to believe “we” won’t worship him in a few decades just as “they” do now.
The increasing legality of marijuana makes this possibility all the more likely, after all, if there is nothing wrong with weed, why not have a saint for the stuff? In Mexico, there is already a beer named after him, meanwhile here in America high-end fashion designers have taken a liking to him, as have (of course) liberal playwrights. I first learned about him while standing in the foreign film section of my local library, where much to my surprise there was an entire shelf dedicated to low-budget and untranslated Mexican action movies, featuring a Jesus Malverde trilogy. Why, if anything will keep Señor Malverde out of the churches, it will be his hipness.
Rest assured, the decline of America’s genetic stock will come with it a decline in America’s churches. Whether or not you believe one to be more important than the other, they are connected, and like zeks who have been tied together by their captors, when one is shot and falling, the other will soon follow.
Originally published by Chronicles on March 11th, 2014