I expect many Europeans have awoken this morning, feeling a great sense of relief that pushback against the Islamic invasion of their cultures has begun. Hungary cast 70% of its votes for the right or far-right, which is a de facto call to arms to resist the invasion. I haven’t seen the gender breakdowns from exit polls (does Hungary even do that?), but I will make an educated guess, based on what we know about other Western voters, that the majority of voters who picked the Left, and therefore surrender to Islam, were women. Regardless, a significant number of Hungarian women picked the Right, and thus choose their own men over Muslim men.
I am curious as to why this might be. Let me preface the rest of this post by saying that I don’t actually know any Hungarian women. Not personally. I am familiar with some women who speak Hungarian and claim Hungarian culture, but they are Gypsies who happen to have been born in Hungary, and it would be grossly unfair to hold actual Hungarians to the example these women set. That would be like holding forth Australian aborigines as examples of what Australian women are like – the two cultures are really not comparable. So I will have to rely on the opinions of others – I can confirm none personally.
There are a number of expat and business blogs that describe experiences in Hungary, but two that come up repeatedly are the sacred importance of food and the role Hungarian grandmothers (nagymamák) play in culture. Here is what one blogger who has lived in Hungary has to say about food:
Hungarians are serious eaters. I grew up with Taco Bell, Carl’s Jr. and microwaved chimichangas. Food was always a quick fix. In Hungary, food is religion. The question is always “Mi lesz az ebéd?” (What’s for lunch?). And lunch is not simply a few crummy sandwiches.
Sunday family lunch here is sacred, and is nearly always a three-course affair: You’ll likely have a soup, perhaps húsleves (clear broth with chicken, turkey and/or pork with vegetables), or maybe gyümölcsleves (chilled fruit soup with cream, cloves and cinnamon). Then a main course like pörkölt (meat stewed in onions, garlic and paprika), usually accompanied by savanyúság (pickles or sauerkraut) and served over nokedli (little egg dumplings).
If your host is the real deal you’ll finish with dessert. Common confections include rétes (strudel), bukta (jam filled buns), diós rácsos (a sort of walnut coffee-cake), and dobos torta (a sponge cake with chocolate buttercream topped with caramel).
Food, in other words, is love. In Hungary especially, food is a way of expressing how much you care about another person. It is an opportunity for communion and defines the intimacy and value a Hungarian places on any relationship.
Who makes this food?
Surely, it is the women. Without a doubt, men pay for kitchen and tools and ingredients and all the other necessities of making food, and that is absolutely vital, but it is the work of women to collect the resources her husband or father has provided and assemble them into the experience this writer calls “sacred”. Believe me, I understand perfectly who has the better part of the deal, here. I am grateful and humbled that my role is to prepare meals with love, not bow and scrape to the man to earn the groceries.
The fact that Hungarian culture places such a premium on meals suggests to me that traditional gender roles still hold, and that Hungarian women have not insulted or demeaned men or made demands to compete with men in such a way that a central part of their own culture is destroyed. I strongly suspect that a Hungarian wife and mother is valued much more for the lunches she can prepare than for the amount she can bill working 16 hr days at a law office. This is also true for German housewives, and I suspect it’s true in every culture that has a strong culinary element to it. Grandmothers are often mentioned, both in terms of food and alcohol (pálinka), making a strong case for continuing value placed on women. It would seem that Hungarian women are valued, and they appear to value men, producing lovely meals for them, for the duration of their lives. I also suspect that Hungarian women who cannot, or refuse to cook or provide for their families, are bitterly unhappy and typically end their lives alone. I’m guessing these would be the universally delightful “feminists” we are all so familiar with, in our cultures.
Luckily, Hungary has never really been subject to the culture destroying ideology of feminism or post-modernism, and perhaps this is why they are able to resist the capitulation to Islam and a future of totalitarian horror so effectively? It’s also possible that Hungarians simply remember what happens when you enable and then supplicate yourself to a powerful government that has no responsibility to the people. Hungary has had a rough go in the 20th century, as various waves of leftist, Communist, murderous ideology swept over their land.
I also suspect that Hungarians still have God, and thus have been able to thwart the destiny Nietzsche predicted when he famously quipped “God is dead”. Without a reformable yet omniscient God to create a moral framework for human existence, humans themselves would create that framework, and he predicted that 100M people would die because of it. Pretty close, Friedrich. If you leave humanity to create a moral structure, the only result (historically speaking) is death and misery, on a massive scale.
Imagine the moral universe feminists would create? We already live in that universe, to a certain extent. The first victims are always the most helpless – how many children have been aborted under feminism? Slaughtered before they were even born. If feminists could enact the death penalty against whomever they pleased, without qualification, how many of us would survive the purge?
We can make a pretty judicious guess here – Pol Pot, Stalin, Lenin, Mao – all have shown us where this path leads.
Hungarian women appear to understand this reality, in a way that other Western women can’t. Why is that? Let us acknowledge our Maygar sisters who can interrupt their nokedli-making to cast a vote to save their own lives. Those two things are related.
New rule: if you can make nokedli, you can vote?
Lots of love,