A pianist loves his piano. A Communist loves his commune.
An Americanist loves his America.
Today, only a small portion of US citizens are born Americans, descendants of the American people of 1776. Mainly, the United States is a nation of immigrants, come here for food, clothing or shelter.
In these pages we shall reclaim our narrative, our history, our mythology, remembering our American heritage to a people that has forgotten who they are. As is truly written in Hosea 4:vi, “My people perish for a lack of knowledge.”
Together we shall remedy that need.
Before there was a United States there was an America that invented it.
About the header image: this beautiful photograph is of moonrise on Plymouth Bay. From the Mayflower to Apollo, the American spirit truly has gone where no man has gone before.