‘I was in and out of the National Review offices for twelve years…’

Writes John Derbyshire:

…and the only black person I saw there, other than when Herman Cain came calling, was Alex, the guy who runs the mail room. (Hey, Alex!)

So it’s not the “white” that bothers me. Heck, conservatives might just as well be honest about it, since it’s so almighty bleeding obvious.

It’s that “supremacy” and “nationalism” are poor fits for the spectrum of views out here on the To-Be-Determined Right.

So what do we call ourselves? I’m going to make a pitch for “Dissident Right.”