In my hopelessly degenerate Episcopalian Church, September 6 is the commemoration day (I'm sure mentioned from no pulpit on Sunday) for Allen Francis Gardiner, a Royal Navy officer who distinguished himself in the capture of the USS Essex in the War of 1812 and was subsequently involved in missionary work in South Africa and Chile, for which purpose he founded what became the South American Missionary Society in 1844. He starved to death on Chile's Picton Island on September 6 1851. It is impossible to contemplate his constant travel and profound evangelical commitment, in the face of terrible personal tragedies, without awe. These great men made the world.

Presaging the Great Replacement, the street named after him in the South African city of Durban has now been renamed after Dorothy Nyembe, a black "activist." Not coincidentally, Durban was recently the scene of savage Indian-black riots. Gardiner's world is now being unmade.

Oh, and it's also Rosh Hashanah. But It has now become a multicultural must to step on Christmas by never mentioning it except in connection with other “holidays,” notably Hanukkah, aptly described by American Heritage's Frederic Schwarz (December 2000) as the “Jewish Kwanzaa.”