I love the Wright brothers and Kitty Hawk, Jacques Cousteau and his “Calypso”, Charles Lindbergh and his “Spirit Of St Louis”, Edmund Hillary climbing Everest “because it was there”. They claimed these feats not for themselves only, nor only for their nations, nor for their race, but as Neil Armstrong said “one giant leap for mankind”.
I love that our missionaries have sacrificed health and life to bring both physical and spiritual healing to peoples, giving their all in a spirit of altruism almost unique to whites. What I hate is that this same spirit of altruism has been distorted into whites as a race committing suicide. With us goes not only blonde hair and blue eyes, but all the factors that contributed to the glories, wonders, and accumulated knowledge of the past. In our very lifetimes, history has been revised to wipe whites out of history other than as unique oppressors of every other race, as if slavery and war had been distinct to whites, as if we ourselves had not endured such things in our past history, and not always under other whites. Ah well, it's a comforting if petty revenge that as we go, so go all the factors which enabled us to reach the heights of achievement. What self-respecting white person would want to live in a global Detroit (if it's even that civilised), or worse, a global Congo or Zimbabwe?
Like you, when I hear the music of Beethoven, the Pathetic Sonata is my favorite, I have the same thoughts as you. I think of the great cathedrals of Europe, the Crusades, the explorers and so on.