Or:
A letter from the Ministry of Love
British commenter of this site, Benjamin Power, has been committed to a psychiatric ward in the UK. Power asked his wife to send to me this message:
I am a legitimate enemy of the state now in extrajudicial forced detention under methodical daily psychiatric torture. Railroaded by authoritarians beyond all due process. Their ignorance will kill me without laying a finger on me. It is impossible not to wonder if unconsciously, unspoken, and never acknowledged, some small part of them desires or requires that, from much higher level than here, not just to save their jobs and guilty profession, much as this discrete latter conclusion is more obvious, on direct empirical observation of their terrible, terrorizing, ganged-up responses.
Those who are not familiar with my critique of psychiatry should now read what I have written about this pseudoscience which, from its origins, has imprisoned dissidents. Cf. my books Day of Wrath (pages 21-30) and Daybreak (pages 27-41; 105-127).
Update of 1:58 p.m. Benjamin’s wife says:
Hi César, they are basically moving him onto a section 3 because it is their view that he needs medication to prevent any further psychotic episodes and he is refusing to take it and that way they can force it on him without his consent.
They are putting him on an injection medication that he has been on before which gave him terrible side effects and did nothing to stop the episodes from occurring.
One of my articles linked above (in Daybreak) is titled ‘From the Great confinement to Chemical Gulag’.
10 replies on “Thoughtpolice”
Britain suffers from the same problem as every other branch of white civilisation: bifurcation, a division between the elite and the ordinary people. In Britain, the division is particularly strong and amounts to an open despotism, in which a tiny political class who live in west and north London serve the interests of a financial elite and justify it with tacit appeals to secular Christian ethics. The bureaucratic and professional middle classes go along with it, while the rest of the country sits back in puzzlement or resign themselves to their powerlessness. My point is that what Britain’s leaders say, both now and in the past, is not necessarily representative of what ordinary Britons think. Of course, that is not to say that ordinary Britons know or are aware of anything of meaning or importance.
The British men who landed in northern France on D-Day thought they were serving their country and performing their duty. They were fighting on the wrong side, they were the shock troops of the enemies of the white race, but they didn’t know that. Many realised that there was something wrong about it all, but didn’t know what it was. They didn’t have the internet or access to dissident books. They were social creatures who just did as they were told.
On the other hand, as you point out, they were not innocents either because some of them went on to mistreat Germans during the post-war occupation, and we must also remember the conduct of the RAF and its destruction of German cities. But was this out of hatred for Germans or was it more just a near-inevitable result of a war of attrition? Did the Germans mistreat civilians in the same way during their earlier occupation of parts of Europe? My understanding is that they did not on the whole, save for dissidents and others.
Was this a mistake? Was Hitler too soft? Should he have channelled his inner Mongolian and ordered his armies to lay waste? My inner ‘Christian’ is appalled at the thought. Why? Because I have not reached Mauricio’s upper levels? Or is it because I am obeying my inner policeman and worried about social proofing? What is wrong with me? Perhaps I am too nice? Hitler was a nice man on a personal level, very cultured and civilised in person. Bullock, the historian, once quipped that if he had a choice between spending a weekend with either Hitler or Stalin, it would be Hitler, because although it would be boring, he would still be alive at the end of it. Hitler, as great as he was, would not be my war lord of choice for saving the Nordic race. He as far too nice, a big softy. We needed someone more ruthless (which is not his fault, of course).
Yet again, we could also bring into consideration the fact that the War was not popular in Britain. In the months leading up to it, there were mass protests against any move to war. Winston Churchill was a hated figure amongst ordinary English people, both during the War and long after. I recall as a youth being told by a left-wing gentleman that Winston Churchill was a war-monger. I was left-wing myself at the time and recall being slightly surprised by the sentiment, as surely the War was fought against fascism and ‘evil Nazis’? Yet this sort of negative view of Churchill was once very common amongst ordinary working-class Britons.
That is the bifurcation at work: ordinary people, without power or influence, often have a sixth sense or intuition that something is wrong or awry, but no means to resist or even articulate their objections or concerns, and the elite who run the country will just do what they want anyway. This partly explains the treatment of the person who has been detained in a psychiatric facility. Britain, in common with other European societies, is only a ‘liberal democracy’ for those who do as they are told and don’t stray too far from what is deemed socially acceptable from time-to-time. This country is really just a mass open prison in which the capitalist liberal-Left have dominion.
We both know that this will not change through peaceable methods.
But the point is why do people continue to believe in an inquisitorial pseudoscience like psychiatry? Is it because, to use my vocabulary, they are fucking Neanderthals?
My comment was very long and I apologise for that, first of all.
Psychology is not a science, and in my (layman’s) view, it is charlatanry. Another early experience of mine was that I happened to know a post-graduate student from the psychology faculty of a major English university and he frankly admitted to me that most academic studies in the field are fabricated or falsified in some sense.
Psychiatry is a branch of medicine, of course, and medics don’t pretend that they are practising a science, as such, but I assume you are referring to the ‘pharmacological’ end of psychiatry that tries to treat everything with psychotropics. I think it’s evil but no doubt a great number of its practitioners are also well-intentioned – the two things seem contradictory but often are found together. To illustrate the point with another example: I think imprisonment (in the closed sense) is utterly cruel and future generations will look back on prisons in the same way we look at chattel slavery, but the people involved in it are not generally malicious or evil, in fact often see themselves as ‘caring’ even.
Why do good people commit evil? People are social creatures and conform. The British men on D-Day were committing a great sin against their own civilisation. They should have been fighting for the Axis on the Eastern Front to preserve European civilisation. Instead, they fought to destroy it. They just didn’t know better or they went along with it.
My own natural father was a paranoid schizophrenic and when I was a boy, my earliest memories are of him being ferried in and out of ambulances and the humiliation suffered by my family as a result. It was very irresponsible of him to bear children (multiple, as well), but I’m here and I just have to get on with it. Was his act of bearing children evil, knowing that he was severely mentally ill? Why did he inflict this on me, an innocent? I hate him for it, and I am glad he is dead. I had nothing at all in common with him, except one hobby I took from him (photography). He was a blue collar working man, whereas I was a bookish intellectual type. Unfortunately, my personal experiences have left me unsympathetic on the whole to mentally-ill people. I would certainly be a better person without that mindset, but I can’t entirely undo the view that most mentally-ill people are rather selfish and frankly annoying – the point, however, is rather complicated to explain and would require another lengthy missive, and I have indulged your patience enough with my ramblings.
You would do me a great favour if you now tell me off sharply for rambling on. It’s what an Englishman would do and you know I regard you as an Honorary Englishman.
I didn’t read beyond your words—:
—because they do pretend that psychiatry is a hard science. Or haven’t you read my piece in Day of Wrath (linked above).
It is unhealthy to be mentally healthy in an unhealthy society. I visited Luton, not so long ago, in England, and didn’t see any white people, there, apart from my friends and family. To be psychotically disturbed at this is actually a healthy reaction. Indeed, it would probably still be my reaction… however, I take an extreme stoic amor fati view of things. If the White Race goes extinct—and I tend to agree with Revilo P. Oliver that it probably will—then, the laws of nature are fair, and I am so non-resistent to this fate that I love it, as though I have chosen it myself. The White Race had numerous chances to annihilate all of our biological competitors, including the Jews, and, through its own perversity, refused to avail of these chances. If the White Race goes extinct then the laws of nature are fair, and the White Race deserves to go extinct. I confess that it is a challenge to maintain this level of Stoicism. I am suffering at the moment because I am resisting fate in another area of my life. I am barred from my favourite public house because a woman took an irrational spite against me, and I am really suffering because of this. However, Stoicism is better than the madhouse. From my own experience: it takes about ten years to recover from a spell in the madhouse. I still haven’t fully recovered from my last visit there, almost fifteen years ago.
Dear Cesar (sorry as always for missing the inflection – silly keyboard), update for you: my section 3 is now being ratified. I asked for an ‘independent’ NHS-affiliated staff member to be ‘on my side’ during the last review, 10 minutes ago. The symptoms I listed were: night terrors, dissociation/6 alters, occasional moderate self-harm, very occasional severe autophagia, panic attacks/anxiety, nerve damage and physical psoriasis stress at 75% coverage +, 163 suicide attempts of grotesque imagination and brutal intent, anger outbursts, flashbacks, terror of the world and all the memories it has imparted me, and abject depression. He says it’s all a sign of psychosis. I explained that I had been repeat abused as a child in very bad ways for more than four bouts, on top of that I always – always – had friction at home. But no, a “2 year waiting list for psychotherapy” (I don’t believe them – I think that’s they’re bankrupt tag-line cover; I doubt this service exists on national health in the UK these day, certainly not anywhere near standard), 6 months of meds, and Abby being removed as my “nearest relative” (since, like me, she opposed meds, plus had/has the legal power to stop them doing this until the upcoming new court case they’ve imposed at the country court to shift what seems to be control of me back to my frail elderly father, himself being given, at best – occasional – terrible healthcare. Maybe I will die in here, kept in my whole life from now on. I am either their target or their guinea-pig, paid to do this by top branch i.e. pharma-and-below level. I had a friend named Hugo Preston made schizophrenic by the NHS, and kept his entire life in the Christopher Unit. Who was he? What did he expose? I have never been able to find out. What I do know is that they feel more like student-grade Police journalists than nurses: terribly rude, passive aggressive, and curt (whites mainly), and all just asking question after interrogatory question, in horrible barrages, as if deaf to my pleas and the obvious – and I have yet to discern the intent, plus am used to quasi-paranoia that can develop from prudent speculation, questioning my sanity, a triple-bound ‘spiritual emergency’, given this mad, evil society (plus all the usual plausible deniability cliches that would thus play into their hands). I think I shall go for a bit for today. Has something kicked off here, and kicked off recently? All other patients coming to the ward are being diagnosed with Schizoaffective Disorder (or EUPD/C-PTSD if they are luckier) and then placed on antipsychotics, usually Abilify. I can’t check the outside world. That makes it a little worse. Has something begun? This population is so vapid, vacant, banal, and stupid that they wouldn’t notice. I’m left wondering. See you later. PS. apparently my high intelligence is “a sign of autism” according to the Pakistani psychiatrist (etc.), and, it seems, useful as, disturbingly “perhaps a correlation of psychosis”/”a symptom of psychosis”. I take it they’re on the run following releases like “Rethinking Madness” by Jim Geekie, and are desperate to shoehorn in salvation for themselves.
“Britain, in common with other European societies, is only a ‘liberal democracy’ for those who do as they are told and don’t stray too far from what is deemed socially acceptable from time-to-time.”
Britain has been like this since the 18th Century. So has France, Germany and the rest of the once predominantly Germanic-founded countries. These countries used to be predominantly rural with the Nordic racial population who made it up being free landholders who had their own space and freedom but they were all loyal to country and Volk and did their duty for their country as statesman and soldiers.
Money did not matter and the cities were not that large. There was no masses, no urbanization, and no mass immigration of Nonwhites. It was a more sane time in history that could be possible today if aristocratic republican democracy prevailed over socialist “democracy”.
Hi all, Benjamin Power here. I’m in a rush apologies for the lack of individual replies. Sorry to hear about the bloke with the ‘paranoid schizophenic’ Dad. I see it’s tarnished you a bit, understandably. A shame to take it out on the most powerless Aryan sub-demographic though. In my experience it’s trauma all the wall, except usually responsbiliy is shifted primary onto the suffer themselves as every else claims trauma & hurt & infallibility somehow despite, inept at conflict resolution and preternaturally gifted at passing the buck, something the system helps with. I’m sure it was hell though, don’t get me wrong. I don’t appreciate being dehumanized personally, into just another unnamed ‘mental person’ statistic. I might as well go to Counter-Currents if I wanted that grade of shit-thinking. I’ve managed (at length and with difficulty) to arrange a spare [computer] tablet from home brought in here, hence typing at all. Why not blame the system? The psychiatry-public pipeline; training new conservative/liberal authoritarians in this matter. I see no more to them than Avon ladies for the millionaires of the drug industry, or school-mother enforcers, these medical staff and the brute panopticon of the TV news crowds. Never “what happened?” or “what have they done to you?” or “what’s happening to you in the background these months?”, or indeed “how are you?”, as humans sometimes ask. No, usually it’s just “the mentally ill are… ‘xyz indifferent pejoraive aside'” I predict that, if this issue is not assimiliated by the Nationali Socalist movement at large, and indeed the dissident right lackeys, there will be soon enough an internal hot civil war on the ‘right’. That’s a pain for me, and a terrible waste. Where is your love for your people, or do you merely value their convenience, politeness and externally-set potential? Obviously there are exclusions on ere, and commentators i am genuinely very fond of reading, and of course the host, but in general it’s like talking to armoured rocks. You might as well be Turing Machines, and limited for that very reason, if you think about it a few times. For the final record, I’m from a very old Icelandic/Frank/Norman and Norman-Celt family. I can’t say I consider myself openly ‘British’, or indeed ‘Anglo-Saxon’, as I’m not, and my family isn’t. From my private chats, I’m really not fond of them. I tend to call this island “Mainland” in my head, as Orkney does. Anyhow, I’m surrounded by casual ‘cruel airhead’ Brits in here, so I know the types you mean. I just wish next time one of you could have showed a little interest in my massive self-published autobiography, available for free. I don’t think empathy is teachable. I hold out a speck of hope thouh, perhaps a photon’s worth. One day the penny might drop. I’m sorry to read of your friend’s suicide note Cesar. He must be kept alive, if it can be done, but ot shamed. Do not shame the good. I see not so much good in the comments as I had used to hope, and intuition assists more than incensed reason at times. Best regards, for a while (and who knows? perhaps you took my words at the top as self-indulgent euphemism for a poor ‘medical’ profession alone. There’s rather a lot more to this though. Sadly I was just being sincere, and accurate.)
So you are now out of the hospital Ben?
no, I’m typing from my room. Room 1, Peter Bruff Unit. It’s lonely in here; no one talks to me voluntarily (and only monosyllables from staff, no time to check in, let alone quality time). The building feels like a concentration camp architecturally – a psychological torture layout with no shade in the garden, and an dd walking pattern to go a tiny repetitive distance. Very high fences. It’s not even a secure unit, just standard. I’ve been n 3 weeks 2 days now. I ‘sobered up’ on day 5. No meds needed. I was due to be released “if only I’d agree to the Abilify injection” i said no, so now I am sectioned, soon to be moved to a section 3, so he can ‘”monitor my progress.” They can’t point out any signs of direct illness, so they have resorted to pathologising my every behavioural habit, and my quietness. I missed dinner again tonight, the fourth time that has happened here. I’m hungry, but they don’t tell you if you’re busy and forget to head in to the lounge canteen, plus will not save portions or feed you outside of mealtimes (10-15 minutes’ time window to eat including desserts; Halal sure enough, but nothing truly Vegan), so I might as well be on a hunger strike. i’m not ill – that’s the point. I cracked following a home row (and always do these days – though I try to avoid home conflict altogether). Please keep me as Benjamin. Abby nicknames me ‘Ben’, which is okay, but I prefer my real name, it’s jut that strangers and new friends always forget that, or assume otherwise. I hop you are well. As far as I know, despite the September 5th trial (I don’t know *what* will happen with that + can’t even meet my lawyer from here for lat defence meetings – the psych won’t let me out to see him), I’m down as being here for the next 6 months, at least unless him and his anti-European team are toppled on that odd decision. the community team won’t see me, an, as per usual, fall hook line and sinker for the ‘terrorist’ narrative. For copy-pasting ‘the usual’, available on Blackwells Etsy, Amazon, Wikipedia, Ebay, GoogleBooks, etc. I take it they don’t like me (and get paid to do that too). They is the State altogether, and all its branches of workers, not just psychs, much as my neighbours in Parkeston are feral snitches 24/7 also. I hope you are well. Sorry for my spelling typos – my eyes are so tired. It’s as hot as an oven in here, and clouded-glass windows cannot be opened (so much as slid on their frames a few centimetres). Benjamin