Oh friends, not these tones!
Rather, let us raise our voices in more pleasing
And more joyful sounds!
In my print copy of The Fair Race’s Darkest Hour I have started to read Ferdinand Bardamu’s essay on Christianity. I have changed my mind: I must not remove it from the next edition of The Fair Race but even move it to the first part of the book.
It is true that sheer reason is not making a dent in Christian racialists, as Vig says in this critical comment of Kevin MacDonald (which reminds me of Beethoven’s words in his choral symphony, quoted above). Personally, I think I would be invincible in public oratory because the passion and hatred at the core of my being are unmatched in the white nationalism movement. But the written word is a modest beginning in the transvaluation of all values.
What has occurred to me is to take all of my essays from The Fair Race, with the exception of the prologue, and put them in a separate book: a book for which I have not yet come up with a title. That new book would only have essays of mine, including the recent ‘Charlottesville without stars or stripes’ and the old article ‘A postscript to my prolegomena’ after I edit it a bit (since English is my second language, my syntax years ago had a lot more inaccuracies than my English prose today).
And now I will continue to correct the syntax of my books in my native language…
