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Marcial Maciel

— my antipode —

When I read William Pierce’s Who We Are years ago, I was struck by Pierce’s assertion that forming a society requires people deeply committed to the cause—what we here call the priesthood of the sacred words. Without such committed individuals, he argued, a lasting society cannot be formed.

That is very true: and the only way to form it would be, as Lycurgus ordered, for the meals of that religious-military order that was the Spartans to be communal in order to achieve adequate bonding between men.

No one now follows the precepts of Lycurgus, although it is more than obvious that there should be a group of us living very close together, always eating together, to get to know each other better. As Benjamin said in his email today, “It’s the same with all the rest of them online! None of them seem to want to get to know each other on a more personal basis, so all proper male bonding is out the window, and thus an organization can’t form”. He added:

It’s been ages since someone said something substantial in the comments on The West’s Darkest Hour! (I’d say, just out of politeness to make an exception for Jamie, Jorge and Vinster though). There’s a reason I privately call them the hyenas. The lions have all decamped, or been killed off spiritually, and now it’s just these asinine feminine predators, circling, in a more distant lurker/helicopter visit crowd of what might as well be f**king flamingos.

As soon as it can ever be achieved, in desperate need, I think one of the first steps of a real revolution would be to send every current dissident right leader and popular ‘far-right’ website grifter the way of those university professors I mentioned in a recent comment. There’s no other way to upend the current order all across the right. At least rough them up; make them worried.

Ditto!

Yesterday and today I watched selected passages from the LOTR trilogy by Peter Jackson. While my featured article used an image from Game of Thrones (John Snow and Sam), the analogy of Frodo and Sam is actually more accurate for my argument. Alas, unlike LOTR Benjamin and I find ourselves completely alone in pursuing the goal of destroying the “One Ring”—i.e., gold and Christian ethics—that corrupted the Aryan spirit. Our effort lacks a “Fellowship of the Ring” because it was destroyed during the Hellstorm Holocaust (see my post this morning).

In the following century after the Hellstorm Holocaust, except us there is no one like Frodo and Sam, determined to walk for days in that horrible, rocky and volcanic landscape. No one I know wants to put the ring into the lava as resolutely as Ben and I: which obviously means working intellectually every day (on the other hand if an aspiring priest is employed by the System, he could still donate to the cause).

Today, I also watched the recently released HBO Max series Marcial Maciel: The Wolf of God. I find it odd that there is still no article about this miniseries on Wikipedia. Incidentally, I have sat down several times to talk with one of the interviewees in Marcial Maciel: The Wolf of God. I am referring to Don José Barba, who still lives in Mexico City.

As my earlier points in the featured article suggest, Ben and I are men against our time. It will be tough to find another man willing to take vows for our cause. By contrast, Marcial Maciel thrived as a man of his time: he drew thousands of children to his Catholic schools and amassed tremendous institutional power. Notably, his Legion of Christ at one point generated annually double the Vatican’s income: $600,000,000 dollars!

What an eloquent way to distinguish someone who trained priests in a multimillion-dollar fraternity that worships the god of the Jews and I, who aspire to the modest Aryan temple of which I posted an image yesterday. And the temple would be a luxury. I’m missing the most basic of all. In recent months, I have been suffering agonies since my siblings sold the house where I lived!

Behold a man against his time—that is, against the Christian era—and a man of his time like Maciel, so perfectly integrated into the calendar that begins with the mythical birth of J.C. Perhaps because of all this, we can understand Benjamin’s words in his email today:

I’d like a list in my head: what requires one person [committed to the sacred words]; what requires two people; what requires three people to achieve, etc. —currently I’m stumped.

I too am perplexed that there are only two of us who believe that the “ring” is what is worth destroying (the JQ is just the consequence of the kings of the West wielding the slave rings to the One Ring).

Metaphors aside, even a single person with a modest job could do us a favour with a modest monthly donation. Someone who is unemployed and aspires to the priesthood of the temple could also contribute greatly (for example, by dedicating himself to preaching our philosophy in the comments section of other racialist forums). But for the moment, there are only two of us priests.

It is curious that Maciel—who created a fabulous empire—and I—who now even suffer from terrible anxiety at the possibility of becoming homeless—have lived most of our lives in Mexico. Although the paedophile is now dead, we were, and spiritually are, perfect antipodes.

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Summer, 1945 (book) Thomas Goodrich

1945 (IX)

Unlike their democratic counterparts, the Soviet Union made little effort to hide from the world the fate of German prisoners in its hands. Toiling and dying by the tens of thousands in the forests, bogs and mines of Siberia, the captives were slaves pure and simple and no attempt was made to disguise the fact. For the enslaved Germans, male and female, the odds of surviving the Soviet gulags were even worse than escaping the American or French prison camps and a trip to Siberia was tantamount to a death sentence. What little food the slaves received was intended merely to maintain their strength so that the last ounce of energy could be drained from them.

And so, with the once mighty Wehrmacht now disarmed and enslaved, and with their leaders either dead or awaiting trial for war crimes, the old men, women and children who remained in the dismembered Reich found themselves utterly at the mercy of the victors. Unfortunately for these survivors, never in the history of the world was mercy in shorter supply.

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While disarmed and helpless German soldiers were dying by the hundreds of thousands in American death camps, helpless German civilians were likewise dying of deliberate starvation in their uncounted thousands. Indeed, in “peace,” all of Germany itself had become the world’s largest death camp, just as Henry Morgenthau had hoped and planned.

Because Germany’s entire infrastructure had been shattered by the war, it was already assured that thousands would starve to death before roads, rails, canals, and bridges could be restored. Even when much of the damage had been repaired, the deliberate withholding of food from Germany guaranteed that hundreds of thousands more were doomed to a slow death. Continuing the policy of their merciless predecessors, Harry Truman and Clement Attlee allowed the spirit of Morgenthau to dictate their course of action regarding post-war Germany.

No measures were to be undertaken, wrote President Truman to General Eisenhower, “looking toward the economic rehabilitation of Germany or designed to maintain or strengthen the German economy.” In other words, the shattered Germany economy would remain just as it was and the people would simply be allowed to starve.

Not only would food from the outside be denied entry, but US troops were forbidden to “give, sell or trade” supplies to the starving. Additionally, Germany’s already absent ability to feed itself would be stymied even further by withholding seed crop, fertilizer, gas, oil, and parts for farm machinery. Because of the enforced famine, it was estimated that thirty million Germans would soon succumb. Well down the road to starvation even before surrender, those Germans who survived war now struggled to survive peace.

“I trudged home on sore feet, limp with hunger…,” a Berlin woman scribbled in her diary. “It struck me that everyone I passed on the way home stared at me out of sunken, starving eyes. Tomorrow I’ll go in search of nettles again. I examine every bit of green with this in mind.”

“The search for food made all former worries irrelevant,” added Lali Horstmann. “It was the present moment alone that counted.”

While city-dwellers ate weeds, those on the land had food taken from them and were forced to dig roots, pick berries and glean fields. “Old men, women and children,” a witness noted, “may be seen picking up one grain at a time from the ground to be carried home in a sack the size of a housewife’s shopping bag.”

The deadly effects of malnutrition soon became evident. Lamented one anguished observer:

They are emaciated to the bone. Their clothes hang loose on their bodies, the lower extremities are like the bones of a skeleton, their hands shake as though with palsy, the muscles of the arms are withered, the skin lies in folds, and is without elasticity, the joints spring out as though broken. The weight of the women of average height and build has fallen way below 110 pounds. Often women of child-bearing age weigh no more than 65 pounds.

“We were really starving now…,” acknowledged Ilse McKee. “Most of the time we were too weak to do anything. Even queuing up for what little food there was to be distributed sometimes proved too much.”

Orders to the contrary, many Allied soldiers secretly slipped chocolate to children or simply turned their backs while elders stole bread. Others were determined to follow orders implacably. “It was a common sight,” recalled one GI, “to see German women up to their elbows in our garbage cans looking for something edible—that is, if they weren’t chased away.” To prevent starving Germans from grubbing American leftovers, army cooks laced their slop with soap. Tossing crumbs or used chewing gum to scrambling children was another pastime some soldiers found amusing.

For many victims, especially the old and young, even begging and stealing proved too taxing and thousands slipped slowly into the final, fatal apathy preceding death.

“Most children under 10 and people over 60 cannot survive the coming winter,” one American admitted.

“The number of still-born children is approaching the number of those born alive, and an increasing proportion of these die in a few days,” offered another witness to the tragedy. “Even if they come into the world of normal weight, they start immediately to lose weight and die shortly. Very often mothers cannot stand the loss of blood in childbirth and perish. Infant mortality has reached the horrifying height of 90 per cent.”

“Millions of these children must die before there is enough food,” echoed an American clergyman traveling in Germany. “In Frankfurt at a children’s hospital there have been set aside 25 out of 100 children. These will be fed and kept alive. It is better to feed 25 enough to keep them alive and let 75 starve than to feed the 100 for a short while and let them all starve.”

From Wiesbaden, a correspondent of the Chicago Daily News sat with a mother and watched as her eight-year-old played with her only toys, a doll and carriage. The reporter saw at a glance that the thin, frail child was starving.

“She doesn’t look well,” I said.

“Six years of war,” the mother replied, in that quiet toneless manner so common here now. “She hasn’t had a chance. None of the children have. Her teeth are not good. She catches illness so easily. She laughs and plays—yes; but soon she is tired. She never has known”—and the mother’s eyes filled with tears “what it is not to be hungry.”

“Was it that bad during the war?” I asked.

“Not this bad,” she replied, “but not good at all. And now I am told the bread ration is to be less. What are we to do; all of us? For six years we suffered. We love our country. My husband was killed—his second war. My oldest son is a prisoner somewhere in France. My other boy lost a leg… And now…”

By this time she was weeping. I gave this little girl a Hershey bar and she wept pure joy—as she held it. By this time I wasn’t feeling too chipper myself.

When a scattering of reports such as the above began filtering out to the American and British public, many were shocked, horrified and outraged at the secret slaughter being committed in their name. Already troubled that the US State Department had tried to keep an official report on conditions in Germany from public scrutiny, Senator James Eastland of Mississippi was outraged.

“There appears to be a conspiracy of silence…,” announced Eastland. “Are we following a policy of vindictive hatred, a policy which would not be endorsed by the American people as a whole if they knew true conditions?”

“Yes,” replied a chamber colleague, Senator Homer Capehart of Indiana, no doubt with Henry Morgenthau on his mind:

The fact can no longer be suppressed, namely, the fact that it has been and continues to be, the deliberate policy… of this government to draw and quarter a nation now reduced to abject misery. In this process this clique, like a pack of hyenas struggling over the bloody entrails of a corpse, and inspired by a sadistic and fanatical hatred, are determined to destroy the German nation and the German people, no matter what the consequences… This administration has been carrying on a deliberate policy of mass starvation.

The murderous program was, wrote an equally outraged William Henry Chamberlain, “a positively sadistic desire to inflict maximum suffering on all Germans, irrespective of their responsibility for Nazi crimes.”

Because of these and other critics, Allied officials were forced to respond. Following a fact-finding tour of Germany, Eleanor Roosevelt, wife of the late president, professed to see no suffering beyond what was considered “tolerable.” And General Eisenhower, pointing out that there were food shortages all throughout Europe, noted that Germany suffered no more nor less than its neighbors. “While I and my subordinates believe that stern justice should be meted out to war criminals… we would never condone inhuman or un-American practices upon the helpless,” assuaged the general as helpless Germans died by the tens of thousands in his death camps each month.

Although some nations were indeed suffering shortages, none save Germany was starving. Many countries were actually experiencing surpluses of food, including Denmark on Germany’s north border, a nation only waiting Eisenhower’s nod to send tons of excess beef south.

“England is not starving…,” argued Robert Conway in the New York News. “France is better off than England, and Italy is better off than France.”

When Senator Albert Hawkes of New Jersey pleaded with President Truman to head off catastrophe and allow private relief packages to enter Germany, the American leader offered various excuses, then cut the senator short:

While we have no desire to be unduly cruel to Germany, I cannot feel any great sympathy for those who caused the death of so many human beings by starvation, disease, and outright murder, in addition to all the destruction and death of war…. I think that… no one should be called upon to pay for Germany’s misfortune except Germany itself… Eventually the enemy countries will be given some attention.

In time, Germany did receive “some attention.” Late in 1945, the British allowed Red Cross shipments to enter their zone, followed by the French in theirs. Months later, even the United States grudgingly permitted supplies to cross into its sector. For millions of Germans, however—the old, the young, the injured, the imprisoned—the “attention,” as originally planned, was far too little, far too late.

Had rapes, slavery and starvation been the only trials Germans were forced to endure, it would have been terrible enough. There were other horrors ahead, however—some so sadistic and evil as to stagger the senses. The nightmarish fate that befell thousands of victims locked deep in Allied prisons was enough, moaned one observer, to cause even the devout to ask “if there really were such a thing as a God.”

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Temples!

Reconstructed Temple of the Nymphs at Vindolanda. Just south of Hadrian’s Wall.

Editor’s Note: Below is an excerpt from The Fair Race’s Darkest Hour. Even in a world as extremely anti-Aryan as the present one, attempting this sort of thing probably wouldn’t land us in jail, even in Europe. But what wealthy sponsor could finance such a project with a temple like the one seen above?
 

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But we do not need a new religion, only to be aware of our pre-Christian cultures. We must recover such cultures to educate our children according to the varied heritage that these cultures represent. I think of the Edda, of the Mabinogion; of Homer and Virgil—not to mention our tragedians, our poets, our philosophers… We must extract that immensely rich heritage and moral maxims.

We also need temples, enclosures for re-connection as I call them. An ever-living fire in these areas will suffice. We need places where we can gather and remember our stories: the readings of texts, commentaries, discussion panels and more. Something collective and social—religious and cultural centers where our people may have psychological or spiritual support, or get truthful information about our ancestors, or the incidents of our history.

We need dividing the year with special celebrations related to happy or tragic milestones of our past: the Christianization and the Islamization of our peoples, for example; with our own calendars of saints’ days (our heroes and those most representative). We need to retrieve the Greek, Roman, Celt, German and other first names… That is, to do what we could not do: having our own history because our history was usurped by the Christian clergy.

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Nerdels

For the 1909 illustration “The Man of La Chapelle-aux-Saints,” artist František Kupka relied on Marcellin Boule’s scientific interpretation of Neanderthal remains found in France.

I have referred to Neanderthals so many thousands of times in my soliloquies over the decades that I have abbreviated the word to “nerdels” (I use my Spanish expression, which doesn’t capitalise the word Neanderthals).

I want to clarify a point: even evidence by normies challenges the debunkers of Vendramini’s Neanderthal Predation Theory.

The book by George Constable and the editors of Time-Life that I finished reading today, despite subscribing to the current POV on Neanderthals, presents data that confirms what I said about the alleged debunkers: those who claim that Neanderthals lived in climates similar to those of present-day Europe.

Constable’s book states that the hominids who lived in Europe were confined by the seas during the Riss glaciation, and bands of these hominids had no easy way to escape to warmer regions. Later, the nerdels themselves were occasionally isolated during certain periods.

He adds that 75,000 years ago, this pressure acted with renewed force on the nerdels when, once again, the glaciers began to grow. This most recent glacial period, called the Wurm, wasn’t severe at first. It began with snowy winters and cold, rainy summers; however, open grasslands spread, and parts of Germany and northern France, once populated by forests, were transformed into tundra or a mixture of forest and tundra in open areas where mosses and lichens alternated with trees.

The nerdels, Constable’s book states, must have been first-rate hunters because the tundra regions offered little plant food to cover the lean days (exactly what Vendramini says). Many pages later, Constable states that even in the middle of summer, the weather remained rather cold, with average temperatures of ten degrees Celsius, and that winter storms would confine the nerdels to their smoky caves.

Although Constable and his editors fall into the fashionable fallacy of saying that the nerdels were human like us, at least they have the honesty to acknowledge that when nerdel and Cro-Magnon fossils are observed side by side, the difference seems enormous, given that the nerdel has a very elongated and low skull, bulging at the sides and with a protruding “bump” at the back of the skull. This creature had a protruding face, a wider nose and a broad jaw with no chin.

The book mentions the Skhul-Qafzehs fossils, which denote hybrids between nerdel and the hominids of the area: once again, this is in line with, and does not contradict, Vendramini’s NP theory. And on the following page, Constable’s editors mention the possibility that the Cro-Magnons exterminated them.

As I said in last month’s posts: we need academia to cleanse itself of its egalitarian psychosis in order to address Vendramini’s theory on its own merits. In the meantime, I find it sad that we only have Vendramini’s book (who is a liberal atheist) and my appropriation of his work in The West’s Darkest Hour.

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Books

One of the problems when someone doesn’t charge you for a service is that there are risks… For example, yesterday I went to see a friend who had stored thirty boxes of books from my library in his house without charging me anything.

A month ago, there was a terrible storm that flooded the room where my boxes were stored. My friend didn’t tell me about it until yesterday when I visited him on his birthday!

All the books that got soaked, the ones at the bottom of the boxes, are now ruined. But what’s valuable about them isn’t the books themselves, but my countless handwritten footnotes! Yesterday, I realised that among the ruined books was an anthology by Octavio Paz that I treasured; Kubrick’s biography and a traditionally bound copy of the Satyricon (which I have already mentioned on this site). Of course, many other books were ruined too. To boot, all of my Parrish paintings are also ruined (for example, these and these that I had on the walls of the house I used to rent in Yautepec).

I didn’t become upset yesterday with the person who is storing them in his house because he will continue to store the ones that didn’t get wet. But I would like to say a few words about the only book I brought from that house to the small studio that I now rent, where I live.

Since I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the revelation that Vendramini’s work on Neanderthals has represented in my intellectual life, and why our ancestors exterminated them all, the book I brought with me—fortunately, it wasn’tdamaged by the flood—is a Spanish translation of one of those old collectible books published by Time-Life (the English title is The Neanderthals by George Constable).

One of the advantages of old books is that they mention things that don’t appear in updated books. To understand why our view of Neanderthals has changed so much in recent decades, we must bear in mind that since the 1960s, when attempts were made to integrate Negroes into American society, that zeitgeist contaminated academia including the minds of prehistorians. It is a myth to believe that academia is objective, something like a parallel universe to the vicissitudes of the culture that surrounds it. In reality, academics jump on the latest axiological bandwagon, and this is true not only of historians but also of prehistorians.

Vendramini, for example, seems radical to us when he suggests that our ancestors saw Neanderthals as bipedal gorillas with spears. But quite a few 19th-century palaeontologists believed something similar.

Let us recall the quotes from Pierce and Walsh in the featured article: since 1945, the zeitgeist of white men has been sliding more and more towards Christian ethics, especially among those we call neochristian atheists.

Well, in this book, which survived the flood that caused such calamity to my beloved belongings, we can see this 19th-century reconstruction of what Neanderthals looked like. It is impressive because I now discover that Vendramini has not been alone: it is only the political correctness that reigns in academia that causes his work to be ignored (just as the racial right ignores mine for the reason I told Benjamin today).

What’s more, George Constable, who wrote his book in the early 1970s and already sides with this mania of anthropomorphising Neanderthals, at least had the honesty to publish this image:

And in the note next to the image, Constable wonders whether the version of the Neanderthal face that is currently accepted is accurate, given that the same skull can lead the person reconstructing the face to create either a human or an ape-like face.

In the past academia was dominated by a view of prehistory based on the book of Genesis, which is why some scientists were irritated by the discovery of pre-human fossils. Scientists today may not be Christians, but neochristians are as religious as humanity has always been, even though their secular religion is now the dogma of equality among all wingless bipeds.

Returning to Vendramini’s thesis. In Constable’s book, I learned yesterday that Thomas Huxley himself, upon examining a Neanderthal skull, said it was the most monkey-like he had ever seen. And William King, professor of anatomy, wrote that the Neanderthal skull was so distinctly ape-like that, he surmised, Neanderthal behaviour would be like that of an animal. In the 19th century a spade was called a spade, especially that Neanderthals must have been stocky, short in stature with elongated low heads, very pronounced brow ridges, and bulky faces projecting forward; powerful jaws and receding chins.

In fact, Marcellin Boule (1861-1942) was ahead of Vendramini in a way. He published the first analysis of Neanderthals and characterised them as beastly bipeds. In an illustration he made Neanderthals looked like hairy gorillas, and he determined that there wasn’t enough room for frontal lobes, as we have them, in the front part of the Neanderthal brain. (Although the Neanderthal brain was larger than ours, it wasn’t used as much for abstract thinking. The very elongated occipital part of their skulls hosted huge brains, yes: but that side of the brain served another purpose: their superb night vision.) Boule placed Neanderthals between apes and modern humans, but closer to the former, and he despised the beastly appearance of their muscular bodies, whose skulls with strong jaws revealed, according to him, the predominance of a beastly nature.

Boule was not the only one who considered Neanderthals to be gorilla-like in appearance. Even in the 20th century, but obviously before the great reversal of values that began in 1945, Elliot Smith, a London anthropologist working in the 1920s, said that the Neanderthal’s nose wasn’t clearly differentiated from the face, but was fused into: what in another animal we might call a snout. He also pointed out that Neanderthals not only had a coarse face, but probably had a hairy covering over most of their bodies.

H.G. Wells himself said that Neanderthals were hairy or grim-looking, with large mask-like faces, large brow ridges and no forehead, wielding huge flint tools and running like baboons, with their heads forward and not like men with their heads held high. Ahead of Vendramini, Wells speculated that their appearance must have been frightening to our ancestors when they encountered them.

It is curious that, despite its great political correctness, Constable’s book has at least one passage in which he says that, 40,000 years ago, true human beings jumped onto the evolutionary scene by killing the “beast-men” (on the previous page he had talked about our Skhul-Qafzehs ancestors).

By the end of the 1950s, the decade after the fateful 1945, the stain of simianism that had been placed on Neanderthals began to be removed, and neochristian “science” accommodated this new point of view by repudiating the earlier approach. Present-day scientists have even christened Neanderthals as Homo sapiens neanderthalensis.

This information is so pivotal that, when I finish reading Constable’s book, I will add another appendix to my very recent PDF on the extermination of the Neanderthals.

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by Benjamin

“The silence of the site frustrates me too. You’ve put up consistently excellent material recently (and indeed from over the last year) and it’s all been ignored. It’s agony for me to process that, unfathomable disappointment. I think the reason it disappoints me so much is that I know the threat we’re under, and thus, knowing there aren’t any good people gives me less hope of a solid Aryan pushback”.

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Hello César,

Hope you are doing well. I’m back in the old country.

It seems you found a perspective-changer in Them and Us. If you deem this work to be important, it is only right that I delve into it too. Anthropology can be quite fascinating, and there’s much to learn in the tens of millennia of our evolutionary history.

Be aware, though, the topic of Neanderthals can be a divisive one. Varg Vikernes, a vehement Nordicist, believes that we actually descend from Neanderthals, not Homo Sapiens.

He believes Neanderthals were a superior race, due to their skull size and body strength; that Sapiens were an African racial inferior who, through the use of civilisation and its technological advantages, defeated and outbred their forest-dwelling, big-brained cousins.

I have a lot of respect for Vikernes, but I think he is biased towards Neanderthals due to his anti-civilisational worldview, which is clouding his judgment.

Here is a link to Varg’s website, where he “debunks” anti-Neanderthalism.

I centre my philosophy on the 4 Words. I believe it took astronomic hatred to birth blue-eyed beauties into this world.

If you wish to post this email as a comment on WDH, go ahead.

Cheers,

Mauricio

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Daybreak Publishing

PDF

The anthology which includes, in addition to excerpts from Danny Vendramini’s book, 23 posts from this site, revised and edited this month, is now available here. As I have said, I will have to integrate Vendramini’s thesis on the extermination of prehistoric Neanderthals into my worldview.

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Daybreak Publishing Exterminationism

Foreword

Hatnote. Below I reproduce the foreword to my new anthology which, although ideally I would have the funds to publish it as a printed book, will only be available as a PDF for the time being.

The foreword includes some passages I quoted on Saturday about a case Jung studied, but what the foreword omits is that most of the new PDF consists of edited content from another PDF, On Exterminationism, which I will delete when the new one is finished and published under another title, Neanderthal Extermination.

As I confessed recently, Vendramini’s book has changed my worldview so much that after finishing reviewing the PDF I will have to write a new featured post, which until now has been the article entitled ‘The Wall’.

The cover of Neanderthal Extermination.

 

Foreword

From the mid-1970s onwards, my teenage life was destroyed not only by my parents’ abuse, but also by a psychiatrist they hired to finish me off.

Discovering an area of research that significantly improves my view of the world has only happened to me occasionally. In 1983, for example, I discovered an interview with Theodore Lidz in a bookshop that made me realise that not all psychiatrists were depraved individuals who sided with abusive parents in conflict with their children. When talking about possessive mothers who came to his office and co-dependent fathers who fell into a state of folie à deux with them, Lidz seemed to portray the dynamics of my family as if he had lived with us! And unlike the vast majority of his colleagues, Lidz and other professionals knew that such parents can drive their children mad. My discovery of that book marked the beginning of my familiarisation with the trauma model in the decades that followed. Unlike the pseudo-scientific model of orthodox psychiatrists, I eventually came to understand my parents’ behaviour.

But the damage to my mind due to abuse at home was already done, and I was unable to pursue a career, instead becoming alienated in cults and pseudosciences of the paranormal. The next milestone in my intellectual life came in 1990, when I began reading the sceptics of parapsychology, thanks to the group led by Paul Kurtz whom I had met at the end of the previous year at some lectures they gave in Mexico City. Thanks to their work I realised that parapsychology was also a pseudoscience.

In 2002, I discovered the books of Swiss psychologist Alice Miller: the first writer to take the side of the abused child one hundred per cent, thanks to whom I was able to heal my still wounded heart. But it was not until late 2008 that I discovered, thanks to the internet, that millions of Muslims were migrating to Europe, replacing the native population. I became so obsessed with the subject—which, unlike the others, could only be discussed on the internet—that the following year I came across articles in The Occidental Quarterly Online that revolutionised my worldview. It was only thanks to this latest discovery that I began a career as a blogger with my The West’s Darkest Hour, to which I eventually gave an anti-Christian slant: insofar as ideas about racial egalitarianism and humane universalism have a Christian aetiology, regardless of Jewish subversion in the media.

It was precisely because of this neo-Nietzscheanism that, at Christmas 2018, my next intellectual milestone was to realise that the historicity of Jesus had been seriously questioned. In my spiritual odyssey I owe this new discovery to Richard Carrier’s work on the New Testament. For someone who sixty years earlier had been baptised by the famous Jesuit Joaquín Sáenz y Arriaga, a friend of my very Catholic parents, Carrier’s discovery was a real milestone as the Christian doctrine of eternal damnation had virtually driven me mad in my teens and twenties.

Thus, at the ripe old age of sixty-seven, I never imagined that another author could further improve my worldview. But the miracle happened in August 2025, the month in which I am writing this prologue. I am referring to Danny Vendramini’s Them and Us.

But why was a book that attempts to revolutionise our view of the interaction between Neanderthals and our distant ancestors also a milestone? To answer that, I would have to go back once again to the fateful 1970s. It was in the same decade that my parents murdered my soul that I coined the phrase ‘the extermination of the Neanderthals’. But to understand it, I would have to go back even further, to the 1960s.

As I recount in a passage from my autobiographical trilogy, when I was a small child, going with my family to downtown Mexico City, I was horrified by the people I saw there. Compared to the beautiful Colonia Del Valle where we lived, the city centre was a horrible place, and the people I saw there seemed horrible to my eyes. So much so that years later, when I was eleven, I once told my younger siblings (I am the eldest) that I wanted to machine-gun ’em all.

It was those exterminationist desires that, in the following decade, when my parents began to mistreat me, spawned the tremendous call to exterminate Neanderthals. I cannot pinpoint the exact year when I came up with that phrase, but if we fast forward fifty years later I discovered an eloquent book that talks about how Neanderthals were, in fact, exterminated! Although a few years earlier I had heard, albeit only in passing, that Cro-Magnons had eliminated the Neanderthals, Vendramini’s book paints a picture of Cro-Magnons in such a way that their psychology seemed like a super-accurate X-ray of my old exterminationist passion.

The point is that in the 1970s I had never heard that Cro-Magnons had exterminated Neanderthals, nor in the 1980s, 1990s or the first decade of the new century. If Vendramini and others are right, how could I have sensed it? Yes: it could have been a mere coincidence. Another possibility is that Carl Jung is right. In Man and His Symbols, he said:

The archetype in dream symbolism

By “history” I do not mean the fact that the mind builds itself up by conscious reference to the past through language and other cultural traditions. I am referring to the biological, prehistoric, and unconscious development of the mind in archaic man, whose psyche was still close to that of the animal… My views about the “archaic remnants,” which I call “archetypes” or “primordial images,” have been constantly criticized by people who lack a sufficient knowledge of the psychology of dreams and of mythology.

The Swiss psychologist illustrated this with a case that impressed me:

A very important case came to me from a man who was himself a psychiatrist. One day he brought me a handwritten booklet he had received as a Christmas present from his 10-year-old daughter. It contained a whole series of dreams she had had when she was eight. They made up the weirdest series of dreams that I have ever seen, and I could well understand why the father was more than just puzzled by them. Though childlike, they were uncanny, and they contained images whose origin was wholly incomprehensible to the father. Here are the relevant motifs from the dreams.

I’ll just mention a couple of them, and Jung’s brief interpretation that describes what we call the collective unconscious:

A drop of water is seen, as it appears when looked at through a microscope. The girl sees that the drop is full of tree branches. This portrays the origin of the world.

A small mouse is penetrated by worms, snakes, fishes, and human beings. Thus the mouse becomes human. This portrays the four stages of the origin of mankind…

Precisely a mouse-like creature that survived the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs was our remote ancestor. Unfortunately, something happened to the little girl:

The father was convinced that the dreams were authentic, and I have no reason to doubt it. I knew the little girl myself, but this was before she gave her dreams to her father, so that I had no chance to ask her about them. She lived abroad and died of an infectious disease about a year after that Christmas.

If the Cro-Magnons wiped out the Neanderthals—in addition to Vendramini, this is a common opinion among many other scholars—the study of archaic remnants could shed light on my desire to ‘exterminate the Neanderthals’; and why it took hold of my psyche, from my adolescence, until it became a true personal religion. Although in his book Vendramini mentions Jung’s collective unconscious in passing, he attempted to give it a scientific basis with the theory of teems: that archaic remnants or primordial images could be hidden in our ancestral DNA. The big question is, could the genocidal passion that sprang from the depths of my being have been unleashed when I found myself in an extreme situation?

As for why Vendramini’s work has not been addressed in academia, it has to do with the fact that the Establishment is composed of those I call hyper-Christian atheists, in the sense that they have taken not only racial egalitarianism and catholic universalism as dogma, but also love for all wingless bipeds as the new faith of secular man. This axiological phenomenon, which is nothing more than folie en masse, began with the fateful defeat of Adolf Hitler’s Germany in 1945. The post-1945 System simply ignores any data that might inspire whites to ethnically cleanse the West of non-white invaders. For example, the neochristians who have uploaded videos purporting to refute Vendramini have resorted to gross distortions, straw men and even lies. As I said at the end of my article ‘Youtubers’: ‘Only when academia returns to the hands of scholars who don’t hate the white man—and that would only happen after a revolution—can Vendramini’s work be valued on its own merits’ [footnote].

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This book is composed of three sections. The first section quotes key passages from Vendramini’s book.

The second section collects entries from my blog, including repeated quotes from William Pierce’s The Turner Diaries, culminating in my brief exterminationist manifesto.

The third section complements the embryonic precepts of my new religion with more edited entries from The West’s Darkest Hour, and the appendix demonstrates that the ancient Indo-Aryans would share this exterminationist passion when the dark age arrived.

César Tort
27 August 2025