Eclectic Amateur

Hilary White gets a touch autobiographical, and explains why she’s now a “shrieking traddie”:

I had been looking for truth and justice, as had all my friends. But where most of them gave it up as a hopeless quest, I actually managed to find what I was looking for. I found Christendom, but, it seems, only managed to get there in time to attend the burial, the funeral Mass having long since finished.

Well, here I am, and here we all are. The survivors of the Great Change. The terrible conflagration happened anyway and nary an atom was split. Here we are now, the refugees, the people who have looked around at the devastation and seen that things were, quite simply, better before our parents (and I suppose grandparents) decided to give up on the old way of thinking. We are the backlash generation. The Young Fogies.

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All this might lend some inkling, some vague hint as to why I have turned out the way I have.

Yes, it does.

I don’t qualify as an Evil Traditionalist, but I share the feeling of having awakened to discover that I’m living among the ruins. So I suppose that makes me a Young Fogey too.