Just to be clear, after much reading in my search of the Internet for lore and kindred, I where stand on this issue. I stand with The Troth.
From the Lay of Sirgrdrifmuál:
37. “That counsel I tenth, that thou trust never oath of an outlaw’s son;…
38. “Seldom sleepeth the sense of wrong nor, either, hate and heartache. Both his wits and weapons a warrior needs who would fain be foremost among folk.
39. “That counsel I eleventh: to keep thee from evil, whence’er it may threaten thee:55 not long the lord’s life, I ween me. Have fateful feuds arisen.”
I am of the Folk, an unbroken line of almost 300 years since Johann Jacob Folse came from the Palitinate to Louisiana. Many of my folk stayed behind, and lived the horrors of the mid-twentieth century, when the spear was cast and men ran wild with the blood froth of madness, and the sun sign was made the crooked and broken cross.
I was raised in the tradition of the white south, in a land blooded by slavery. I was raised, not by my parents but certainly by my mother’s parents and my peers, to the ways of the white south. That wyrd is woven, and I cannot unwind it. I can face the future, bravely and with a clear mind and heart, and be the person I choose to be. I choose not to be what my grandparents and some of my childhood friends were, and likely still are.
I am of the folk but not folkish. I will Light a Beacon on May Day, and welcome all who welcome all to join me.
- AFA = Asatru Folk Alliance