“[A]nytime that we are ready to confess the sins of our forefathers, there is something wrong with us, because we have enough of our own sins to confess without confessing mama’s and papa’s and grandpa’s and great grandma’s sins. … That’s what our generation is busy doing: confessing the sins of our forebearers. Oh how terribly they treated the Indians, and how terribly they treated this or that person, or the blacks. … So don’t go confessing the sins of your ancestors or missionaries of the past. They were very often better people than we are. And we need to be up and doing so that we can accomplish as much as they did in their day. They were not perfect, none of us are this side of Heaven. But they did the Lord’s work as best they could, and we should thank God for them.”
~ R. J. Rushdoony
We are a beaten, conquered people, gentlemen, and yet if we are true to ourselves, we have no cause for humiliation, however much for deep sorrow. It is only the atheist who adopts success as the criterion of right. It is not a new thing in the history of men that God appoints to the brave and true the stern task of contending and falling in a righteous quarrel. Would you find the grandest of all names upon the roll of time? You must seek them among this “noble army of martyrs,” whose faith in God and the right was stronger than death and defeat. Let the besotted fools say that our dead have fallen in a “lost cause.” Let abandoned defamers and pulpit buffoons say that theirs are “dishonored graves.” … We have no need, sirs, to be ashamed of our dead; let us see to it that they be not ashamed of us.