Musings on Eurocentricity

There is little space in this world for a man who is culturally Eurocentric. Modern society dictates that acceptance and respect for Afro-Asian literature and arts is the safe, acceptable position - so much so that I can state beyond doubt that it has infiltrated the English university system seemingly irreparably. This trend has coincided with the dissolution of Western European power and has precipitated the encroaching rot of multiculturalism. The diversification of society on ethnic grounds clearly precipitates increased exposure to cultures which had never previously meaningfully crossed paths with our own, at least not in a domestic context. Yet it is not these cultural touchstones that built the artistic tradition that influenced my ancestors, and me. It is unquestionably taken as a good thing that these traditions are now taken into consideration, respected, and acknowledged as equally valuable to our own. But why? The utter folly of diluting our own enormous artistic, musical and literary canon with the detritus of other societies cannot be seen until the assumption that cultural progress is synonymous with cultural diversity is questioned. But it is not - it is utterly unquestioned in the collective consciousness. Even the term 'Eurocentric', coined by scholars in the decolonisation period, is innately and definitively negative. Yet it is just this that I seek - a respect, acknowledgement and above all, protection of European cultural and intellectual traditions against the regressive influence of those societies that cannot boast the same depth and wealth of achievement that Europeans as a whole can boast. 'Pan-Europeanism' in the political sense is misleading and misguided, but the power of shared blood, and thus cultural tradition across European nations should be celebrated and preserved. Think on it.