19th of May, 2013
Since a nation is born in an individual, and it takes two to make a baby, it follows necessarily that every nation is a mixture. There is every bit of every me in every you, and there is every bit of everybody in every me.
For this reason, when I speak of a nation, I mean an intuited average of all the people descended from the one after whom the nation is named. (Or, for that matter, the parent language-people-culture from which the uniting word comes, as is the case with the Bantu—a deeply mongrelised people from the start.)
The very idea of racial purity is absurd in the highest degree. Mix, people, mix.