The Echoes of 1933: How White Fragility is Fueling a New American Fascism

 

History doesn’t repeat, but it sure as hell rhymes. The stench of fascism wafting through America today isn’t some anomaly—it’s the natural consequence of a wounded national ego searching for something, someone, anyone to blame for their own failings. It happened before, and we saw how that turned out.

Let’s rewind. Post-World War I Germany was on its knees, thanks to the Treaty of Versailles (1919), which carved out its dignity like a taxidermist gutting a deer. The war guilt clause (Article 231) painted the entire nation as the singular villain, shackling it with impossible reparations that cratered its economy and turned the Weimar Republic into a fragile husk. Germans were humiliated. Powerless. Then, along came a man who promised to make Germany great again (sound familiar?). He played to their fears, their shame, and their hatred, pointing to convenient scapegoats—the Jews, the Communists, the intellectuals, the "outsiders" corrupting their country. And the people, desperate for the illusion of control, lapped it up.

Fast-forward to modern America, where a certain subset of white men—those whose lives haven’t exactly panned out like a Norman Rockwell painting—feel an eerily similar sting of humiliation. But their Treaty of Versailles wasn’t a literal document; it was the slow erosion of their unearned dominance. The election of a Black president? That was their Weimar moment. The rise of feminism? Their existential crisis. The acknowledgment that America was built on oppression? That was the final straw, the moment their childhood myths of exceptionalism turned to dust. So what do they do? They scramble, frothing at the mouth, looking for someone to blame. Enter: "wokeness," a term so bastardized it now serves as a catchall for anything that makes them feel less like the kings of the universe.

This new breed of American fascists—these swaggering, impotent clowns in trucker hats and oversized grievances—have latched onto the narrative that they are the real victims, that their suffering is akin to that of the German people crushed under the Allied boot. Except instead of war reparations, their oppression comes in the form of pronouns and historical accuracy. Their enemy? Immigrants, the LGBTQ+ community, Black Americans daring to exist without deference, and women who won’t smile on command. And just like Hitler’s followers swallowed the lie that Jews were responsible for Germany’s downfall, these feckless, mewling pseudo-revolutionaries believe that diversity, equity, and inclusion are the jackboots stomping on their once-glorious America.

As Charles Bukowski once wrote, “The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.” And oh, the confidence of these charlatans, these Dollar Store stormtroopers marching to the beat of their own victim complex. Meanwhile, the real architects of their economic and social despair—the billionaires gutting their towns, the politicians selling their futures for a quick buck, the corporations keeping them one paycheck away from ruin—sit back and laugh. They watch as these men rage against the wrong enemy, like a dog furiously barking at a mirror.

Dorothy Parker, sharp as a dagger, once quipped, "You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think." Well, you can flood the country with books, facts, and historical context, but you can’t make the willingly ignorant learn. And therein lies our tragedy: the American experiment was built on the idea that we, as a people, could rise above our baser instincts. That we could create a nation where the powerful didn’t rule by divine right, where merit and equality shaped our future. But these limp-dicked, feckless cowards now clawing at the levers of power don’t want that future. They want a rigged game where the only advantage they hold—being white, male, and entitled—is the only currency that matters. And they will burn the country to the ground before they let it slip away.

So what do we do? We fight. Not with their weapons of fear and ignorance, but with an unrelenting, unyielding commitment to the truth. We refuse to let history repeat itself. We refuse to let these whimpering frauds twist America into their own grotesque playground of oppression. The principles of this nation—liberty, justice, equality—were never meant to serve as the playthings of fragile egos.

It’s time to remind them: America doesn’t belong to their delusions. It never did.