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Siege, 2

Revolution through armed struggle

“The true guerrilla is never beaten. He will never negotiate away his freedom. He will never compromise his ideals. He will never surrender.

“History offers many examples of far larger and better equipped armies that were finally defeated by guerrillas. They can fight on for years, even generations. Guerrilla bands can fight in the cities, country, forests, swamps, deserts or mountains. They are everywhere and yet nowhere. They strike without warning and vanish without a trace. They take away with them the arms, food and ammunition they will need to fight again another day.

“The guerrilla is a grim fighter and a terrible foe.

“His strength is in his heart—in his love for his Race—in his hatred for the enemy.”

—Anonymous

“…a unit can either fight a real enemy, or it must lose. And again, a unit not fighting a real enemy is in the service of another power—there is no middle ground. If a unit is not fighting for itself, it is fighting against itself.”

—Francis Parker Yockey

“The lost man, who has no belongings, no outside interests, no personal ties of any sort—not even a name. Possessed of but one thought, interest and passion—the revolution. A man who has broken with Society, broken with its laws and conventions. He must despise the opinions of others, and be prepared for death and torture at any time. Hard towards himself, he must be hard to others, and in his heart there must be no place for love, friendship, gratitude or even honor.”

—Mikhail Bakunin

 

Phase one has phased out

Hardly an individual receiving this bulletin will be unfamiliar with the name at the top [National Socialist Liberation Front]. Lately with an organization of the “Mass Strategy” set, and currently on my own at last, unlike all other ventures of the past this one will succeed or fall flat due to the abilities or lack of them of just one person: ME. No more excuses or dependence on different backers or front-men, both of which have a way of never failing to screw up at the critical time. There will be those who will say that I’ve been able to go through fronts and front-men like a snake his skin.

True, up to a point, but that has ended now and for two reasons: one, there are no more of them left; and two, those surviving that I am no longer with or have never been with are still getting nowhere at a blinding rate of speed while the conditions in the country and in the world are becoming more and more revolutionary. I have been increasingly alarmed at this trend for quite a while, and my nerves won’t allow me to sit back and continue to play more games while the storm clouds build.

I’ve been associated with a lot of Nazi periodicals in the past. Some were original, some were assumed and some were resurrected. Some I lifted from others and some were lifted from me. I’ve been cheered and condemned. I’ve been called magnificent and I’ve been called everything from “white nigger” to a “slime-dripping reptile”.

As stated, I’ve been with the Mass Strategists—started out there a long time ago—gone with the Armed Struggle, and back again with other Mass Strategists. Personally I must say that I strongly favor the Armed Struggle. In format I’ve issued everything from downright rags to thick journals to tabloid newspapers. I’ve learned that, surprisingly, it doesn’t matter much what the format is or its appearance. Not even what you say or how you say it. Just that you know what the hell you’re talking about and who you are addressing it to.

Why, for example, talk out of the side of your mouth in legalistic euphemisms appealing to the noble instincts of a handful of Right Wing types while the bottom line must always come down to revolution, which scares them off? Why indeed break your back trying to get up a “mass” publication when you know damned good and well that the masses will never see it? A useless ploy directed at a useless bunch. (Or could it possibly be that the whole point to this nonsense is some sort of personal thrill or kick and, if luck is with you, maybe an easy living on the side?)

You can’t try to do two contradictory things at once in a too-little-too-late fashion. But that’s the history of the U.S. Right Wing of which the Nazis are a part in all but ideology. The whole basis of the Right Wing was to try and “hold”, defend a shrinking perimeter, shouting “Never!”, anti-this and anti-that. One can only be shoved over the brink so many times, or trampled and annihilated up to a certain point when one must admit that, if it was a defensive struggle that was being waged, it was lost a little while ago.

Vol. IX, #4- August, 1980

This was the first segment of the first
issue of James Mason’s revived SIEGE.

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Julian (novel) Literature

Julian, 2

As to yesterday’s London terrorist attack I agree with Hunter Wallace that “There is nothing new to add here” (at any event, remember that only the news that I consider important will be mentioned at the Addenda). More important is to hammer on our view that the religion of our parents means white genocide. In the first pages of Julian we see a dramatisation of how ancient intellectuals dealt with a hostile takeover of their Hellenic culture by a cult of Levantine extraction:

 

Youth

I

Libanius to Priscus

Antioch, March [A.D.] 380

Yesterday morning as I was about to enter the lecture hall, I was stopped by a Christian student who asked me in a voice eager with malice, “Have you heard about the Emperor Theodosius?”

I cleared my throat ready to investigate the nature of this question, but he was too quick for me. “He has been baptized a Christian.”

I was non-committal. Nowadays, one never knows who is a secret agent. Also, I was not particularly surprised at the news. When Theodosius fell ill last winter and the bishops arrived like vultures to pray over him, I knew that should he recover they would take full credit for having saved him. He survived. Now we have a Christian emperor in the East, to match Gratian, our Christian emperor in the West. It was inevitable.

I turned to go inside but the young man was hardly finished with his pleasant task. “Theodosius has also issued an edict. It was just read in front of the senate house. I heard it. Did you?”

“No. But I always enjoy imperial prose,” I said politely.

“You may not enjoy this. The Emperor has declared heretic all those who do not follow the Nicene Creed.”

“I’m afraid Christian theology is not really my subject. The edict hardly applies to those of us who are still faithful to philosophy.”

“It applies to everyone in the East.” He said this slowly, watching me all the while. “The Emperor has even appointed an Inquisitor to determine one’s faith. The days of toleration are over.”

I was speechless; the sun flared in my eyes; all things grew confused and I wondered if I was about to faint, or even die. But the voices of two colleagues recalled me. I could tell by the way they greeted me that they, too, had heard about the edict and were curious to know my reaction. I gave them no pleasure.

“Of course I expected it,” I said. “The Empress Postuma wrote me only this week to say that…” I invented freely. I have not of course heard from the Empress in some months, but I thought that the enemy should be reminded to what extent I enjoy the favour of Gratian and Postuma. It is humiliating to be forced to protect oneself in this way, but these are dangerous times.

I did not lecture yesterday. I went straight home. I am now living in Daphne, by the way, a charming suburb which I prefer to Antioch proper because of the quiet. As I get older, I find that the slightest sound in the night disturbs me and, once awake, I have difficulty falling asleep again. You can imagine how intolerable my old house in the city became. You remember the house; it was there that I gave the reception for the Emperor Julian when he…

But I forget. You were not there, and you were much missed! My memory plays me odd tricks these days. Even worse, I tend to mislay the notes I jot down as reminders, or (terrible confession!) when I do find them, I am often unable to decipher my own handwriting. Age spares us nothing, old friend. Like ancient trees, we die from the top.

Except for occasional lectures, I seldom go into town, for the people, though my own, distress me with their loud voices and continual quarrelling, their gambling and sensuality. They are hopelessly frivolous. Nights are made day with artificial light, while nearly all the men now use depilatories, which makes it difficult to tell them from women… to think how I once eulogized this city! But I suppose one must be tolerant, recalling that the Antiochenes are the victims of a demoralizingly sultry climate, the proximity of Asia and of course that pernicious Christian doctrine which asserts that a sprinkling of water (and a small donation) will wash away sin, again and again and again.

Now, my old friend, as I sit here in my study surrounded by our proscribed friends (I mean those books of Greece which made the mind of man), let me tell you what thoughts I had last night—a sleepless night not only because of the edict but because two cats saw fit to enliven my despair with the noise of lust (only an Egyptian would worship a cat). I am weary today but determined.

We must fight back. What happens to us personally is not important, but what happens to civilization is a matter of desperate concern. During my sleepless night, I thought of various appeals that might be made to our new Emperor. I have a copy of the edict before me as I write. It is composed in bad bureaucratic Greek, the official style of the bishops, whose crudity of language is equalled only by the confusion of their thought. Not unlike those celebrated minutes of the council at—where was it? Chalcedon?—which we used to read aloud to one another with such delight! Carefree days, never to come again. Unless we act now.

Priscus, I am sixty-six years old and you are, as I recall, a dozen years older than I. We have reached an age when death is a commonplace not to be feared, especially by us, for is not all philosophy but preparation for a serene dying? And are we not true philosophers who have nothing to lose but that which in the natural course we shall surrender in any case, more soon than late?

I have already had several seizures in recent years which left me unconscious and weakened, and of course my chronic cough, aggravated by an unseasonable wet winter, threatens to choke me to death at any time. I am also losing my sight; and I suffer from a most painful form of gout. Therefore let us, fearing nothing, join forces and strike back at the Christians before they entirely destroy the world we love.

My plan is this. Seventeen years ago when you returned from Persia, you told me that our beloved friend and pupil, the Emperor Julian, had written a fragment of memoir which you had got hold of at the time of his death. I have often thought to write you for a copy, simply for my own edification. I realized then, as did you, that publication was out of the question, popular though Julian was and still is, even though his work to restore the true gods has been undone.

Under the Emperors Valentinian and Valens we had to be politic and cautious if we were to be allowed to go on teaching. But now in the light of this new edict, I say: an end to caution! We have nothing but two old bodies to lose, while there is eternal glory to be gained by publishing Julian’s memoir, with an appropriate biography to be written by either or both of us. I knew his quality best, of course, but you were with him in Persia and saw him die.

So between the two of us, I his teacher and you his philosopher-companion, we can rehabilitate his memory and with close reasoning show the justice of his contest with the Christians. I have written about him in the past, and boldly. I refer particularly to the eulogy I composed just after his death when, if I may say so, I was able to bring tears even to hard Christian eyes.

Shortly afterwards, I published my correspondence with Julian. Incidentally, I sent you a copy and though you never acknowledged this gift, I do hope you found it interesting. If by any chance you did not receive it, I shall be happy to send you another one. I kept all of Julian’s letters to me over the years, as well as copies of my own letters to him.

One can never rely on the great keeping one’s letters; and should those letters vanish, one is apt to be remembered only as the mysterious half of a dialogue to be reconstructed in the vaguest way from the surviving (and sometimes lesser!) half of the exchange. Finally, I am at work on an oration to be called “On Avenging the Emperor Julian”. I mean to dedicate this work to Theodosius.

Let me know as soon as possible if you concur in my plan. I repeat: we have nothing to lose. And the world has much to gain. By the way, as a sign of the times, there is now a Latin Academy at Antioch, with a heavy enrolment. It is enough to chill the blood. The young men are deserting Hellenic studies for Roman law in the hopes of government preferment. My own classes are still large but many of my colleagues are literally starving to death. Recently, a student (Christian, of course) most tactfully suggested that I, Libanius, learn Latin! At my age and after a life-time devoted to Greek!

I told him that as I was not a lawyer there was nothing I needed to read in that ugly language, which has produced only one poem and that a depressing paraphrase of our great Homer. I hope after so many years of silence between us that this letter finds you and your admirable wife, Hippin, in good health. I envy you your life at Athens, the natural centre of our universe. Do I need to add that I will of course defray any expenses you might incur in having Julian’s memoir copied? The price of copying, luckily, is less at Athens than here at Antioch. Books always cost more in those cities where they are least read!

Added: An old rumour has just been confirmed. The Great King of Persia, Sapor, is dead at last. He was over eighty and reigned most of his life. A strange coincidence that the king who struck down our beloved Julian should die just as we are about to restore his memory. I was once told that Sapor had read my Life of Demosthenes and admired it. How marvellous books are, crossing worlds and centuries, defeating ignorance and, finally, cruel time itself. Let us make Julian live again, and for all time!

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Siege, 1

Preface to the second edition

SIEGE has turned out from the beginning to have had a remarkable career. Born out of emergency in the summer of 1980, it pulled its own weight financially for the six years of its original run as a monthly newsletter until I decided to end it in the summer of 1986.

That was the nuts-and-bolts part of it. And that is important unless one is so taken up by hobbyism that they are willing to pour their own money into a losing venture. I was not and am not. The interest must be out there; otherwise, why would anyone bother?

Naturally, your packaging must contain a certain minimum of professionalism, but beyond that, you really ought to be saying something worth saying and preferably something that hasn’t been already said. From the start, I felt I had these criteria together by virtue of a long career already behind me in what is generically called “the Movement”.

In short, I felt I had seen all the mistakes that could happen and heard or read all the garbage that could be spoken or written, at least as regards the subject matter that this “Movement” claims to specialize in. I knew I could avoid all that at the very least.

Three years after the termination of the SIEGE newsletter, that is, in 1989, an energetic and idealistic young man approached me with the proposal of making SIEGE into a book. If I’d supply him with a complete set of the newsletters, some seventy-two issues, he’d edit them into a book and publish them at his own expense. I said all right, that I’d help him in any way I could, but I cautioned him that, in ten year’s time, he could still have them piled in his closet or garage.

He accepted the risk and, well before ten years were out, SIEGE was a sensation and a complete sell-out. They tell me that copies of this first edition, when they can be found on the Internet, are going for a cool $150.00 apiece. I’d have done well to sat on a couple of cartons of them at the time, but I’m not an investor nor am I a mercenary. All of my “freebies” were likewise handed out freely to friends and associates.

Then, by the mid-Nineties (the book SIEGE having first appeared in 1993), the letters began to come to me begging for a source for a copy of the book. My only answer was that, if I needed one for myself, I wouldn’t know where to go about getting it. And so it only intensified as the Nineties gave way to the new Millennium. So it has stood up until now, after another young and idealistic person has come forth to give us this second edition.

Once again, I determined that the interest was either going to be present or it was not. Beyond mere interest, there was going to once again have to be the expertise as well as the wherewithal to make it a reality. Because things had not gotten any easier since the first edition had been undertaken. One of the reasons for the long time required to bring that first edition out was the difficulty in finding a printer who’d handle it. In light of the events of September 11th, 2001 , that already tiny pool has just about evaporated completely.

And yet where there’s a genuine will there’s usually a way. You’re holding that in your hands.

We felt at the time that we might be letting ourselves in for some hassle from the System due to the perhaps “volatile” content of SIEGE and, indeed, the one “Movement” attorney at the time suggested we supply him with a copy, “just in case.” As it turns out, not only did the System go out of its way to ignore SIEGE, so did all but one of the so-called “leaders” within this self-same “Movement”. As might be considered my right, I ascribed it to jealousy.

The young man had done a magnificent job with the book, blowing whatever might have been its next closest competitor right out of the water, and I, for myself, had from the very beginning chosen not to waste a single word on tripe. That was the winning combination. This same formula had always been there for anyone to use. Why no one used it before is taken up in the pages of SIEGE itself. One more reason why the book was generally banned by the “Movement”.

But never was I interested in convincing anyone else of my sincerity, much less was I interested in impressing anyone who was more or less of my own persuasion. First, to distill some real truth and then to package it for the consumption by some minds who might just make a difference with it was my only concern. And things over the course of the last two decades and more have tended to show that we’ve actually enjoyed some success in the goal.

This new edition is little changed from the first. The new publisher is apparently convinced that the book holds up well enough after twenty years so as to be worth one more turn on the merry-go-round. As its author, I’m aware where the book has dated and, even though I’d retract not a word from it, I might add a few things. But that would constitute another work. I, too, am convinced that SIEGE remains cutting-edge enough even today and still contains enough Movement history so as to be eminently worth reading.

So here it is and I must confess that I am most gratified by it.

Now, after all this time, a fair question might be of this literary antique and oddity: Were we dealing in a bit of prophecy and also of “I-Told-You-So” at the time, and now, in the present, has it all become “I-Told-You-So” with little, if any prophecy, left to it?

You’ll have to be the judge of that.

James Mason, Spring 2003

 

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WDH Radio Show – Episode 1

Christianity is white genocide

— Listen to it here! —
 
WDH hosts: Joseph Walsh, Jake F. and yours truly
Special guest: Alex Linder

“After the Christian takeover of white civilization the philo-Semitic, anti-racist worldview of Christianity has never been altered by Jews. There’s been no need.”

—Jack Frost

 
There is great resistance from certain quarters even on the racial right to the very idea that the Christian worldview is in any way responsible for the current political situation. I for one believe that the Christian problem “encompasses” the Jewish problem, and that if the white race is to survive both the US state and the religion that supports it must be destroyed. (James Mason, the subject of a future WDH radio episode, would agree with destroying the American state but not the religion it supports.) I confess that most of my life has gravitated around Christianity and its legacy. White nationalists, on the other hand, have analyzed the Jewish problem to an incredible detail. But exposing the “Christian problem” only risks donations for the apostate.

Fortunately, the spoken word is more powerful than the written word. Hitler reached power through his oratory. And Goebbels used the audiovisual media to educate the Germans.

In the 1930s and early 40s the Germans were decent people and Hitler restrained his views about Christianity to his inner circle. Nowadays miscegenation is actively destroying the Aryan DNA and we have no choice but speak out publicly about the religion of our parents.

Mr. Linder, our guest for the very first episode of The West’s Darkest Hour Radio Show, is scheduled for a future podcast on another taboo subject, exterminationism. If you want to continue listening to these topics consider making a donation (donate button has been relocated at the bottom of this page). I still have to take expensive lessons, personalized at my home, to master the software to edit the raw recordings. And let’s not talk about lessons for a proper English pronunciation…!

The subject of our next episode will be “White Nationalism is inferior to National Socialism.”