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In honour

of The Turner Diaries, 8

Although the Whites are badly outnumbered in only a few mixed neighborhoods, they seem to have lost the feeling of identity and unity which the Blacks and Chicanos still have.

Most of all, though, many of them seem to be convinced that any effort at self-defense would be “racist,” and they fear being thought of as racists—or thinking of themselves that way—more than they fear death. Even when gangs of Blacks took their children away or raped their women before their eyes, they offered no significant resistance. Really sick!

It’s hard for me to feel sorry for Whites who won’t even try to protect themselves, and it’s even harder for me to understand why we should take chances and knock ourselves out to save such brainwashed scum from the fate they richly deserve. And yet it is in the mixed areas that we’re having the most trouble and taking the most chances! [page 152]
 

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But about 10 per cent of them are not from the border areas at all. They are White volunteers who have deliberately crossed over to join our fight. Some have come from as far as the East Coast, whole families as well as young men, who made their decision as soon as it became apparent to the country that our revolution has indeed established a foothold here. [page 156]
 

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And even if we could hang that many people, there would be no good reason for it; most of that 10 per cent are really no worse than most of the other 90 per cent. They have been brainwashed; they are weak and selfish; they have no sense of racial loyalty—but the same things are true of most people these days. People are what they have become, and we have to accept that—as a starting point.

Actually, it has been true all through history that only small portions of a population are either good or evil. The great bulk are morally neutral—incapable of distinguishing absolute right from absolute wrong—and they take their cue from whoever is on top at the moment.

When good men are the rulers and the program-makers for a society, the population as a whole will reflect this, and people with no originality or moral sense of direction of their own will nevertheless fervently support the highest aims of their society. But when evil men rule, as has been the case in America for many years now, most of the population will wallow happily in degeneracy of the worst kind and will self-righteously parrot every filthy and destructive idea that they have been taught.

Most judges today, most teachers, actors, civic figures, etc., are not being consciously and deliberately evil, or even cynical, in following the lead of the Jews. They think of themselves as being “good citizens,” just as they would think of themselves if they were acting in a diametrically opposite way under the influence of good leaders.

Thus, there is no point in killing them all. This moral weakness will have to be bred out of the race over hundreds of generations. For now it is sufficient for us to eliminate the consciously evil portion of the population—plus a few hundred thousand of our morally crippled “good citizens” across the country, as an example to the rest.

The hanging of a few of the worst race-criminals in every neighborhood in America will help enormously in straightening out the majority of the population and reorienting their thinking. In fact, it will not only help, but it is absolutely necessary. The people require a strong psychological shock to break old habits of thought.

I understand all this, yet I must admit that I was troubled by some of the things I witnessed today.

When the arrests first started the public didn’t realize what was coming, and many citizens were cocky and abusive. I was present shortly before dawn when the soldiers dragged about a dozen young people out of a large house near one of the university campuses, and they, as well as their housemates who were not arrested, were screaming obscenities at our men and spitting on them. All but one of those arrested here were either Jews, Blacks, or mongrels of various sorts, and two of the loudest of them were immediately shot, while the others were herded into a marching column.

The last was a White girl, about 19, a bit flabby but still pretty. The shootings had calmed her down enough so that she was no longer screaming, “Racist pigs!” at the soldiers, but when the preparations for her hanging shortly thereafter awakened her to her own fate, she became hysterical. Informed that she was about to pay the price for defiling her race by living with a Black lover, the girl wailed, “But why me?”

As the rope was knotted around her neck, she blubbered out, “I was only doing what everyone else was. Why are you picking on me? It’s not fair! What about Helen? She was sleeping with him too.” At this last outcry before the girl’s breath was cut off forever, one of the other girls (presumably Helen) in the group of now-silent spectators on the lawn shrank back in terror.

Of course, no one answered the girl’s question, “Why me?” The answer is simply that her name happened to be on our list and Helen’s didn’t. There’s nothing “fair” about that—or unfair either. The girl who was hanged deserved what she got. Helen probably deserves the same fate—and she is undoubtedly suffering the torments of the damned now, in fear that she eventually will be found out and forced to pay the price her friend did.

This little episode has taught me something about political terror. Its very arbitrariness and unpredictability are important aspects of its effectiveness. There are a great many people in Helen’s situation, whose fear that lightning may strike them at any moment will keep them walking on eggs.

The melancholy aspect of the episode is epitomized in the girl’s lament, “I was only doing what everyone else was.” That is a bit of an exaggeration, but it is true enough that had others not set a bad example for her the girl probably would not have become a race-criminal. She paid as much for the sins of others as for her own. Now I realize more than ever before how essential it is that we instill in all our people a new moral basis, a new set of fundamental values, so that they will no longer be morally adrift like that unfortunate girl was—and like the great majority of Americans today are.

This total lack of any healthy or natural morality was brought home to me again just before noon. We were hanging a group of about 40 land developers and real estate brokers outside the offices of the Los Angeles County Fair Housing Association. They had all participated in a special program which made lower mortgage rates available for racially mixed families buying homes in predominantly White neighborhoods. One of the realtors was a sturdy, handsome fellow of about 35 with a blond crew cut. He was vehemently defending himself: “Hell, I never agreed with any of this race-mixing crap. It makes me sick to my stomach to see these mixed families with their mongrel brats. But a man has to earn a living. I was told by the head building inspector in the county that it would be a lot easier to avoid building-code violations for those realtors who went along with the special mortgage program.”

Without realizing it, he was telling us that a bigger income came before racial loyalty in his set of values—something which is unfortunately true also of a great many who were not hanged today. Well, he made his choice freely, and he hardly deserves any sympathy. [pages 166-168]

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Turner Diaries (novel) William Pierce

In honour

of The Turner Diaries, 5

Woe betide any whining conservative, “responsible” or otherwise, who gets in the way of our revolution when I am around! I will listen to no more excuses from these self-serving collaborators but will simply reach for my pistol. [page 93]
 

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Our whole strategy against the System was failing. It was failing because the great bulk of White Americans were not responding to the situation in the way we had hoped they would. That is, we had counted on a positive, imitative response to our “propaganda of the deed,” but it was not forthcoming.

We had hoped that when we set the example of resisting the System’s tyranny, others would resist too. We had hoped that by making dramatic strikes against top System personalities and important System facilities, we would inspire Americans everywhere to initiate similar actions of their own. But, for the most part, the bastards just sat on their asses.

Sure, a dozen or so synagogues were burned, and there was an overall rise in the level of politically motivated violence, but it was generally misdirected and ineffective. Without organization such activities have little value, unless they are very widespread and can be sustained over a long period.

And the System’s response to the Organization irritated many people and caused a lot of grumbling, but it didn’t even come close to provoking a rebellion. Tyranny, we have discovered, just isn’t all that unpopular among the American people. What is really precious to the average American is not his freedom or his honor or the future of his race, but his pay check. [here and below—emphasis added by Ed.] He complained when the System began busing his kids to Black schools 20 years ago, but he was allowed to keep his station wagon and his fiberglass speedboat, so he didn’t fight.

He complained when they took away his guns five years ago, but he still had his color TV and his backyard barbeque, so he didn’t fight.

And he complains today when the Blacks rape his women at will and the System makes him show an identity pass to buy groceries or pick up his laundry, but he still has a full belly most of the time, so he won’t fight.

He hasn’t an idea in his head that wasn’t put there by his TV set. He desperately wants to be “well adjusted” and to do and think and say exactly what he thinks is expected of him. He has become, in short, just what the System has been trying to make of him these past 50 years or so: a mass-man; a member of the great, brainwashed proletariat; a herd animal; a true democrat.

That, unfortunately, is our average White American. We can wish that it weren’t so, but it is. The plain, horrible truth is that we have been trying to evoke a heroic spirit of idealism which just isn’t there any more. It has been washed right out of 99 per cent of our people by the flood of Jewish-materialist propaganda in which they have been submerged practically all their lives.

As for the last one per cent, there are various reasons why they aren’t doing us much good. Some, of course, are too ornery to work within the confines of the Organization—or any organized group; they can only “do their own thing,” as a number, in fact, are. The others may still have different ideas of their own, or they simply may not have been able to make contact with us since we were forced underground. Eventually we could recruit most of these, but we no longer have the time.

What the Organization began doing about six months ago is treating Americans realistically, for the first time—namely, like a herd of cattle. Since they are no longer capable of responding to an idealistic appeal, we began appealing to things they can understand: fear and hunger.

We will take the food off their tables and empty their refrigerators. We will rob the System of its principal hold over them. And, when they begin getting hungry, we will make them fear us more than they fear the System. We will treat them exactly the way they deserve to be treated.

I don’t know why we held back from this approach for so long. We have had the example of decades of guerrilla warfare in Africa, Asia, and Latin America to instruct us. In every case the guerrillas won by making the people fear them, not love them. By publicly torturing to death village leaders who opposed them and by carrying out brutal massacres of entire village populations which refused to feed them, they inspired such terror in neighboring villages that everyone was afraid to refuse them what they asked.

We Americans observed all this but failed to apply the lesson to ourselves. We regarded—correctly—all those non-Whites as mere herds of animals and were not surprised that they behaved as they did. But we regarded ourselves—incorrectly—as something better.

There was a time when we were better—and we are fighting to insure that there will be such a time again—but for now we are I merely a herd, being manipulated through our basest instincts by a pack of clever aliens. We have sunk to the point where we no longer hate our oppressors or try to fight them; we merely fear I them and attempt to curry favor with them.

So be it. We will suffer grievously for having allowed ourselves to fall under the Jewish spell.

We stopped wasting our resources in small-scale terror attacks and shifted to large-scale attacks on carefully selected economic targets: power stations, fuel depots, transportation facilities, food sources, key industrial plants. We do not expect to bring down the already creaky American economic structure immediately, but we do expect to cause a number of localized and temporary breakdowns, which will gradually have a cumulative effect on the whole public.

Already a sizable portion of the public has been made to realize that it will not be allowed to sit back and watch the war on TV in safety and comfort. In Houston, for example, hundreds of thousands went for nearly two weeks without electricity last September. The food in their refrigerators and freezers quickly spoiled, as did the perishables in their supermarkets. There were two major food riots by hungry Houstonians before the Army was able to set up enough relief stations to handle everyone. […]

And the conservatives, of course, have redoubled their squawking and cackling that we’re ruining all chances for an improvement in conditions by “provoking” the government with our violence. What the conservatives mean when they talk of an “improvement” is a stabilization of the economy and another round of concessions to the Blacks, so that everyone can return to consuming in multiracial comfort.

But we learned long ago not to count our enemies, only our friends. And the number of the latter is growing now. Henry indicated that we have increased nearly 50 per cent in membership since last summer. Apparently our new strategy has knocked a lot of spectators off the fence—some on our side and some on the other. Perceptive people are beginning to realize that they won’t be able to sit this war out. We are forcing them into the front lines, where they must choose sides and participate, whether they like it or not. [pages 100-103]

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Turner Diaries (novel) William Pierce

In honour

of The Turner Diaries, 3

They have us vastly out manned and outgunned, but not one of their leaders is motivated by anything other than self-interest. They are ready to betray the System the instant they can see an advantage in doing so. For now, we mustn’t let them know that they are all inevitably headed for the gallows. Let them think they can make a deal with us and save their necks when the System falls. Only the Jews are under no illusions in this regard.

As for the public, it’s a little early yet to know what the spectrum of their reactions to today’s exploits will be. Most of them, of course, will believe just what they’re told to believe. Basically, they want to be left alone with their beer and their television sets. Their mentality is a reflection of the movie-fan magazines and the TV sitcoms with which the System keeps them saturated. (Note to the reader: The word “sitcom” apparently refers to a type of television program popular during the last years of the Old Era.)

Nevertheless, we must carefully monitor the public’s feelings toward the System and toward us. Although the great majority of them will continue to support the System as long as their refrigerators are kept full, it is from the public that we must draw our recruits in order to make up for our losses.

Our present inability to recruit is a source of great worry to everyone. Rumor has it that there has not been a single new recruit in the Washington area in the last two months. During that time we’ve lost approximately 15 per cent of our strength. I hope conditions aren’t as bad elsewhere.

Of all the segments of the population from which we had hoped to draw new members, the “conservatives” and “right wingers” have been the biggest disappointment [emphasis added by Ed.]. They are the world’s worst conspiracy-mongers [see, e.g., The Unz Review —Ed.] and also the world’s greatest cowards. In fact, their cowardice is exceeded only by their stupidity…

At the other extreme, the knee-jerk liberals have forgotten all about their “radical chic” enthusiasm of a few years ago, now that we are the radicals. They take their ideological cues from the “smart” magazines and columnists, and the “in” thing at the moment is to be solidly pro-System. In their own way, the liberals, despite their pretensions to sophistication, are as mindless and as easily manipulated as the conservatives.

The Christians are a mixed bag. Some of them are among our most devoted and courageous members. Their hatred of the System is based on—in addition to the reasons the rest of us have—their recognition of the System’s role in undermining and perverting Christendom. But all the ones who are still affiliated with major churches are against us. [pages 63-64]
 

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November 30. In thinking over Saturday’s events, what surprises me is that I feel no remorse or regret for killing those two White whores. Six months ago I couldn’t imagine myself calmly butchering a teen-aged White girl, no matter what she had done. But I have become much more realistic about life recently. I understand that the two girls were with the Blacks only because they had been infected with the disease of liberalism by the schools and the churches and the plastic pop culture the System churns out for young people these days. Presumably, if they had been raised in a healthy society they would have had some racial pride.

But such considerations are irrelevant to the present phase of our struggle. Until we have in our hands the means for bringing about a general cure for the disease, we must deal with it by other means, just as one must ruthlessly weed out and dispose of diseased animals in any flock, unless one wants to lose the whole flock. This is no time for womanly hand-wringing… [page 77]

But how could our people—how could White Americans—be so spineless, so crawling, so eager to please their oppressors? How can we recruit a revolutionary army from such a rabble?

Is this really the same race that walked on the moon and was reaching for the stars 20 years ago? How low we have been brought! It is frighteningly clear now that there is no way to win the struggle in which we are engaged without shedding torrents—veritable rivers—of blood. [page 79]

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Turner Diaries (novel) William Pierce

In honour

of The Turner Diaries, 2

It is because Americans have for so many years been unwilling to make unpleasant decisions that we are forced to make decisions now which are stern indeed. And is that not a key to the whole problem? The corruption of our people by the Jewish-liberal-democratic-equalitarian plague which afflicts us is more clearly manifested in our soft-mindedness, our unwillingness to recognize the harder realities of life, than in anything else.

Liberalism is an essentially feminine, submissive world view. Perhaps a better adjective than feminine is infantile. It is the world view of men who do not have the moral toughness, the spiritual strength to stand up and do single combat with life, who cannot adjust to the reality that the world is not a huge, pink-and-blue, padded nursery in which the lions lie down with the lambs and everyone lives happily ever after.

Nor should spiritually healthy men of our race even want the world to be like that, if it could be so. That is an alien, essentially Oriental approach to life, the world view of slaves rather than of free men of the West.

But it has permeated our whole society. Even those who do not consciously accept the liberal doctrines have been corrupted by them. Decade after decade the race problem in America has become worse. But the majority of those who wanted a solution, who wanted to preserve a White America, were never able to screw up the courage to look the obvious solutions in the face.

All the liberals and the Jews had to do was begin screeching about “inhumanity” or “injustice” or “genocide,” and most of our people who had been beating around the edges of a solution took to their heels like frightened rabbits. Because there was never a way to solve the race problem which would be “fair for everybody” or which everyone concerned could be politely persuaded into accepting without any fuss or unpleasantness, they kept trying to evade it, hoping that it would go away by itself. And the same has been true of the Jewish problem and the immigration problem and the overpopulation problem and the eugenics problem and a thousand related problems.

Yes, the inability to face reality and make difficult decisions, that is the salient symptom of the liberal disease. Always trying to avoid a minor unpleasantness now, so that a major unpleasantness becomes unavoidable later, always evading any responsibility to the future—that is the way the liberal mind works…

One day we will have a truly American press in this country, but a lot of editors’ throats will have to be cut first. [pages 42-44]
 

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Some of the stories they’ve invented about us are really incredible, but I’m afraid the American public is just gullible enough to believe them. What’s happening now is reminiscent of the media campaign against Hitler and the Germans back in the 1940s: stories about Hitler flying into rages and chewing carpets, phony German plans for the invasion of America, babies being skinned alive to make lampshades and then boiled down into soap, girls kidnapped and sent to Nazi “stud farms.” The Jews convinced the American people that those stories were true, and the result was World War II, with millions of the best of our race butchered—by us—and all of eastern and central Europe turned into a huge, communist prison camp. [page 49]
 

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As I listened to Powell I was reminded of the late-19th century writer, Brooks Adams, and his division of the human race into two classes: spiritual man and economic man. Powell was the epitome of economic man. Ideologies, ultimate purposes, the fundamental contradiction between the System’s world view and ours—all these things had no meaning for him… I wondered how many others in the Organization thought the way Powell did, and I shuddered. [page 52]
 

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We have talked this problem over among ourselves many times, and we always come back to the same stumbling block: a revolutionary attitude is virtually non-existent in America [emphasis added—Ed.], outside the Organization, and all our activities to date don’t seem to have changed this fact. The masses of people certainly aren’t in love with the System—in fact, their grumbling has increased steadily over the past six or seven years as living conditions have deteriorated—but they are still far too comfortable and complacent to entertain the idea of revolt. On top of this is the enormous disadvantage we suffer from having the System controlling the image of us which reaches the public. We receive a continuous feedback from our “legals” on what the public is thinking, and most people have accepted without hesitation the System’s portrayal of us as “gangsters” and “murderers.” [page 55]

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Turner Diaries (novel) William Pierce

In honour

of The Turner Diaries, 1

Since yesterday I mentioned the film released last year that refers to this novel several times, I would like to pay tribute not to Hollywood’s malicious propaganda, but to the insight into Aryan degeneration that William Pierce detected when he wrote it (basically the message of this site, The West’s Darkest Hour).

I discovered the novel in late 2009 or early 2010 when I listened to the audiobook of The Turner Diaries narrated by Pierce himself. Later, I listened to the audiobook again while reading a print version of the novel that I downloaded from the internet in March 2011 and printed out for one of my ring binders.

In 2014, the month after meeting Joseph Walsh and Chris Gibbons in London (both imprisoned in the UK this year for what they said on Gibbons’ podcast), I finally received The Turner Diaries in paperback. But I didn’t know that the copy I had ordered with the money I had left over from my trip to the UK would come with a disclaimer from publisher Lyle Stuart. I was so angry that I tore out Stuart’s pages and, with the very little money I had left from my trip, I had it bound by a traditional bookbinder who delivered the bound copy to me on 5 September 2014.

I’ll start a new series by quoting what I highlighted eleven years ago in the bound copy shown in the image below. Keep in mind that what I emphasised with an orange highlighter in that copy reflects my thoughts on the third reading of the novel (well, the first time I only heard it in Pierce’s voice). As I said, I am struck by how the critique of white nationalism that I have been making on this site for years is virtually identical to what we read in these orange passages written by Pierce in the 1970s. To my knowledge, he never called himself a “white nationalist”. Neither did Lincoln Rockwell. Nor Revilo Oliver.

Under the pseudonym Andrew MacDonald, Pierce wrote:

 

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We had badly underestimated the degree to which materialism had corrupted our fellow citizens, as well as the extent to which their feelings could be manipulated by the mass media.

As long as the government is able to keep the economy somehow gasping and wheezing along, the people can be conditioned to accept any outrage. Despite the continuing inflation and the gradually declining standard of living, most Americans are still able to keep their bellies full today, and we must simply face the fact that that’s the only thing which counts with most of them…

The purpose was not only to attract new members with a militant disposition, but at the same time to purge the Organization [“The Order”—Ed.] of the fainthearts and hobbyists—the “talkers”… [page 6]

So I, and I know this also applies to George and Katherine and Henry, threw myself without reservation into work for the Organization and made only plans for the future of the Organization. My private life had ceased to matter. [page 7]

Slavery is the just and proper state for a people who have grown as soft, self-indulgent, careless, credulous, and befuddled as we have… Indeed, we are already slaves…

These spiritual chains are a truer mark of slavery than the iron chains which are yet to come. Why didn’t we rebel 35 years ago, when they took our schools away from us and began converting them into racially mixed jungles? Why didn’t we throw them all out of the country 50 years ago, instead of letting them use us as cannon fodder in their war to subjugate Europe? More to the point, why didn’t we rise up three years ago, when they started taking our guns away? Why didn’t we rise up in righteous fury and drag these arrogant aliens into the streets and cut their throats then? Why didn’t we roast them over bonfires at every street-corner in America? Why didn’t we make a final end to this obnoxious and eternally pushy clan, this pestilence from the sewers of the East, instead of meekly allowing ourselves to be disarmed?

The answer is easy. We would have rebelled if all that has been imposed on us in the last 50 years had been attempted at once. But because the chains that bind us were forged imperceptibly, link by link, we submitted. The adding of any single, new link to the chain was never enough for us to make a big fuss about. It always seemed easier—and safer—to go along. And the further we went, the easier it was to go just one step further. One thing the historians will have to decide—if any men of our race survive to write a history of this era—is the relative importance of deliberation and inadvertence in converting us from a society of free men to a herd of human cattle.

That is, can we justly blame what has happened to us entirely on deliberate subversion, carried out through the insidious propaganda of the controlled mass media, the schools, the churches, and the government? Or must we place a large share of the blame on inadvertent decadence—on the spiritually debilitating life style into which the Western people have allowed themselves to slip in the twentieth century?

Probably the two things are intertwined, and it will be difficult to blame either cause separately. Brainwashing has made decadence more acceptable to us, and decadence has made us less resistant to brainwashing. In any event, we are too close to the trees now to see the outline of the forest very clearly. [pages 33-34]

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Kali Yuga Racial right

Honour

As I have said many times, when it comes to Americans, I feel much more comfortable with the racists of the 20th century (Rockwell, Oliver, Pierce) than with the racialists of the 21st century, whom I call neonormies. In the last century, American racists didn’t yet make ubiquitous use of the internet because it only began to be used by the end of the century, and even before the internet they were men of honour. With the miracle of the internet, one might expect racism to improve in the present century. But it is much worse, as I have been saying recently in my comments on quotes from online articles I read sixteen years ago, when I discovered white nationalism.

How is that possible?

In these times, and thanks to the internet, the most relevant piece of information for transvaluing values is that the Allies committed a Holocaust against Germans even after 1945: the greatest secret in recent history because the victors write history—and lie by omission by not talking about it. That’s why in my featured article the first thing I recommend is Goodrich’s Hellstorm.

The greatest pathology of white nationalism in our century is that this true Holocaust of defenceless Germans is not constantly mentioned. We can expect normies like Judge Napolitano and Col. Douglas Macgregor to be able to concede that if Hitler had won the war, the Allies would have been put in the dock for war crimes at Nuremberg (as they said today). But they cite the American bombing of Japan as an example of an holocaust, not Germany!

They are normies but what about racialists? Since Counter-Currents published a review of Goodrich’s book in 2010, there is no excuse for white nationalists, as after that year the subject is no longer mentioned in their forums. That is a sin, a voluntary surrender to evil (the anti-Christian that I am sometimes likes to use Christian vocabulary!). It is neither more nor less than the greatest of sins, pride in the form of patriotardism as Canadian Sebastian Ronin pointed out years ago when talking about them.

Few racialists comment constantly here because the Holocaust perpetrated by Americans of the best Europeans that the West has ever produced is hard to swallow. Better to repress it all! In other words, they induce a neurosis, or rather a psychosis, similar to the liberal folie en masse of the normies throughout the entire West.

All this has to do with honour, as I say in “All is about valour and honesty” (pages 46-51 of Daybreak). Honour is a word that today seems like a swear word because there are no longer any honourable Aryan men, only lobotomized eunuchs with zero Lebenskraft. In Kali Yuga, as the Indo-Aryans would call it, this word, honour, is no longer heard because all white people have degenerated. Otherwise, thousands of websites would mention the Hellstorm Holocaust, where the victims were not Jews, but Germans.

Le Serment des Horaces depicts the honour of the hard Roman ethos.

The 21st century will be a century of iron and storms. It will not resemble those harmonious futures predicted up to the 1970s. It will not be the global village prophesied by Marshall McLuhan in 1966, or Bill Gates’ planetary network, or Francis Fukuyama’s end of history: a liberal global civilisation directed by a universal state.

The third age of European civilisation commences, in a tragic acceleration of the historical process, with the Treaty of Versailles and the end of the civil war of 1914-18: the catastrophic 20th century. Four generations were enough to undo the labour of more than forty.

Europe fell victim to its own tragic prometheanism, its own opening to the world and universalism, oblivious of all ethnic solidarity. 

The fourth age of European civilisation begins today. It will be the age of rebirth or perdition. The 21st century will be for this civilisation, the fateful century, the century of Life or Death.



Let us cultivate the pessimistic optimism of Nietzsche. “There is no more order to conserve; it is necessary to create a new one.” Will the beginning of the 21st century be difficult? Are all the indicators in the red? So much the better. They predicted the end of history after the collapse of the USSR? We wish to speed its return: thunderous, bellicose, and archaic. Islam resumes its wars of conquest. China and India wish to become superpowers. And so forth.

The 21st century will be placed under the double sign of Mars, the God of war, and of Hephaestus, the God who forges swords, the master of technology and the chthonic fires. This century will be that of the metamorphic rebirth of Europe, like the phoenix, or of its disappearance as a historical civilisation and its transformation into a cosmopolitan and sterile Luna Park.



The beginning of the 21st century will be the despairing midnight of the world of which Hölderlin spoke. But it is always darkest before the dawn. Let us prepare our children for war. Let us educate our youth, be it only a minority, as a new aristocracy

 [emphasis added by Ed!]. Today we need more than morality. We need hypermorality, the Nietzschean ethics of difficult times.

When one defends one’s people, i.e., one’s own children, one defends the essential. Then one follows the rule of Agamemnon and Leonidas but also of Charles Martel: what prevails is the law of the sword, whose bronze or steel reflects the glare of the sun.

—Guillaume Faye

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Islamization of Europe

Consumption, 3

Chapter 13

There are things I’d rather not mention in this post out of modesty; at the very least, I won’t include passages from this chapter with graphic details (let those interested purchase the book!). Suffice it to say that when Benjamin was eleven and twelve years old, a Pakistani boy, the son of very wealthy parents and a schoolmate, tried to initiate him sexually: something that naturally disgusted and horrified the White boy. I was also horrified, but for other reasons as well.

In 2017, in the context of the Harvey Weinstein scandal, actor Anthony Rapp stated that in 1986 he had been sexually harassed by Kevin Spacey during a Hollywood party when Rapp was fourteen years old. When the Spacey scandal broke, I told myself that I couldn’t differ more in my morals than these scandalised Americans, who, as good Christians and neochristians, focused solely and exclusively on Spacey’s behaviour (even atheists have internalised the infinite nonsense that “life is individual”).

It seemed obvious to me that Spacey was only the last link in a chain of degeneration: degeneration initiated by Rapp’s parents, who allowed the beardless teenager to go to a degenerate party; the vices surrounding Hollywood, and Western culture in general, which has been in a downward spiral since the 1960s and continues to fall. (Compare, for example, the 1956 film about Van Gogh that I recently linked to on this site with the crap that contemporary Westerners smear on their brains every day.) In other words, the POV of those who were scandalised by Spacey eight years ago focuses solely on the actor, as if everyone else were innocent, including Rapp’s parents.

This comes to mind when commenting on what happened to Benjamin with the Pakistani because it is similar. Who was the Saruman who brought those Orcs to Middle-earth? I recently said that our passion shouldn’t be to study the infinite universe, but rather the infinite Aryan stupidity. Hard science—in fact, almost everything studied in universities—is for madmen who fall into the well, like Thales of Miletus. The mind must be used in this Age… to understand the mind! Only if the Aryan race passed that test, and reached a world that resembled Maxfield Parrish’s with no one on earth whose skin was the colour of poo, would it make sense to think about the stars.

Well, when I read chapter 13 of Consumption I boiled with rage when I realised that the Pakistani’s obscenities were only the last link in a chain that began in the second half of the 1940s, when after WW2 the British government began, very gradually at first, to import Orcs to the island of beautiful English roses. And Benjamin’s parents, according to the anecdotes the writer recounts in the chapter, behaved in a pretty similar manner to the UK government. The nauseating thing that happened to the autobiographer, perpetrated by the Pakistani Tariq, was nothing more than the last link in a perverse chain in which even the school, the teachers and the other pupils were involved because of the anti-white zeitgeist.

It makes me so mad to imagine the possibility that this Orc of very rich parents could have seduced English roses that I don’t want to quote a single line from that chapter. It should be obvious to racialists who are not crazy—that is, those who don’t subscribe to monocausalism, attributing all evil to the Jews—that the corruption of the Aryan spirit has reached astronomical levels to allow such things (recently, there has been much talk in racialist forums about the rape of English pubescent girls by Pakistani gangs).

If the white man fails to look himself in the mirror, for only by looking it would he see the monster that Dorian Grey saw in the painting, his race will perish. The sad thing is that many sectors of white nationalism share the self-serving myth that only Jews are responsible for our misfortunes as if we had no autonomy or will to rebel, say, against the pestilent merde that is currently seen in virtually every Hollywood film, on Netflix, on mobile phones and even taught in schools and universities.

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Autobiography Mexico City

Decadent

capital residents

One more word about what I wrote the first day of the month.

Returning to the zone of my childhood and early adolescence, when I hadn’t yet been abused by my parents, doesn’t solve my future but makes me think…

First, it irritates me that people don’t write about their existential pains. If they did it would be much easier to save the Aryan man from the ongoing extinction, as I told Dale Jansen yesterday.

Transvaluing our values doesn’t mean accepting the legacy of the Enlightenment and thus being considered apostate. For example, the neo-normie Voltaire wrote in his Philosophical Dictionary that “it is natural that the children honour their parents”, a mandate taken directly from the Judeo-Christian decalogue (visitors who haven’t read the all too important Neo-Christianity PDF should read it now).

As Nietzsche knew, true apostasy lies in the transvaluation of all values. That includes replacing such a Judaeo-Christian command with the “Know thyself!” of Delphi. An insightful Aryan is already able to save his breed from extinction because he has identified the enemy: the Semitic malware with which the Aryan man has been infected for millennia. And when you know yourself the most natural thing is to keep a public blog, or personal diary, about your spiritual odyssey.

So back to autobiography. The zone where I lived happily many decades ago has horribly fallen due to the geometric reproduction of those whom I call Neanderthals. To boot, there are millions more cars in the capital and, worse, they have torn down many cosy houses to build soulless buildings.

A couple of days ago I went to a central intersection of avenues where I sat in a two-chair stall of a shoe boiler (my very dirty shoes had land that dated from my stay in Yautepec). The gentleman who was next to me, talking with the shoe polisher, commented that the palm trees (which I loved), that for decades were on the dividing strip of the avenues of the neighbourhood, were removed because the leftist government cut the budget and the palm trees weren’t irrigated… and died. So there are not only millions of Neanderthals, cars and soulless buildings in the streets of my most beloved memories, but the living beings that I loved died from negligence.

Yesterday I went to visit the friends of the park where I started playing chess fifty years ago. One of those old friends I met yesterday. I learned that another, much younger than us, rents a place in front of the coffee shop where we were that sells… meat! When he left I learned that this young man, who apparently has zero Indian blood (like the other friend), hasn’t procreated after four years of marriage. His wife recently went to Japan to vacation without his husband: something inconceivable for the values of my grandmas.

So I changed the naïve Indian people of Yautepec, where I lived for a few months, for the big city with this type of extremely decadent Westerner (yesterday, by the way, I had a passionate discussion with some of these chess players, including this young man, about these issues)! Even so, I don’t regret having left Yautepec because there it was impossible to go out for my daily walks due to the merciless sun (due to its great height above sea level, the capital is fairly tempered). The same young man who rents a carnivorous shop and allows his wife to travel alone told me the great truth about the neighbourhood where I now return: “the streets are very walkable”.

Why do the editors of the racialist webzines not saturate their articles with autobiographical vignettes such as these? To do so, accompanied by writing books about our most painful memories—that is, to comply with the religion of Delphi—would result in abandoning the monocausal POV of people like Nick Fuentes, who like me also has some Indian blood.

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Kali Yuga Mexico City

Uncle

Beto’s house

I recently complained that in Europe I saw a huge number of non-white people in a West whose new faith seems to be the extinction of the white man. These days I left the town where I live, where the only white person is my dentist, to look for a room in the big capital, where there are still some white people. The hotel where I was staying is near Magdalena Street in Mexico City, where my loved ones used to live. Now that area is a disaster due to the uncontrolled reproduction of Neanderthals.

The greatest outrage to the beautiful street of my memories is that where Magdalena #115, my Uncle Beto’s house, once stood, there is now a car park guarded by nacos.[1] The house was demolished long ago. I mention Uncle Beto in my trilogy, sharing several anecdotes that portray him as the only relative who, as a young man, was a fan of National Socialist Germany. His house was beautiful: the only one where, decades ago, I saw a copy of Mein Kampf in his library. Seeing a hole in place of such a lovely house now ruled by nacos in a hideous, enormous car park that even extends to the other street on the same block, kills a part of my soul in the sense that my past with my loved ones (now almost all deceased or moved away) is part of my soul.

The Mexican capital has deteriorated far more than the European cities I recently visited, as the population growth of the nacos has been exponential. My once beloved Magdalena Street is just one example of what is gradually happening throughout the West.

I suffered greatly trying to find a mini-flat in a privileged area. What a difference with a movie I saw a long time ago, The Day the Earth Stood Still! If instead of nacos, blacks and gooks there were only whites, as in that 1951 film, it would be possible to find room and board in a house as decent as the one that the alien Mr Carpenter, whose image appears at the beginning of this post, saw when he was looking for shelter:

But in the same film, which I recently rewatched on YouTube, we see the cause of that demographic catastrophe that has already destroyed the best neighbourhoods of the Mexican capital, and is destroying Europe. In one scene, looking at the great statue of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C., Mr Carpenter tells the boy that Lincoln ‘must have been a great man’.

Therein lie the Christian roots, as talking about Lincoln Dr Robert Morgan has so often pointed out in the comments section of The Unz Review, of the current replacement of whites by coloureds. If Christian ethics hadn’t taken hold of the soul of the white man, or if Hitler had won the war as my uncle Beto wanted, perhaps his decent house would still exist instead of the Dantesque hell I encountered yesterday while walking through Magdalena Street.

By the way, I will be absent from blogging again during the days when I move, once more, to the capital.
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[1] In Mexico a naco is a person vulgar or uneducated, regardless of economic status, although it is often used as a racial slur.

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Racial right

Dear César,

Thank you for your email. I’m sorry to hear you are in such abject unhappiness. I hope returning to your childhood area helps you. I grew up on the outskirts of a tiny, picturesque country village. I don’t know if it would let me down these days if I returned and examined it in adult detail, but all I remember from then are miles of bright cornfields and flower meadows, horses, and fields of cows, the scent of manure, and wood smoke, and plenty of butterflies. It’s a shame the atmosphere inside my family home did not match the delightful pastoral exterior, at least not for very long. Still, it’s good therapy to extricate yourself from what sounds like a nightmare town. As an honorary ‘country person’ I’ve never liked living in cities or towns much. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to live in an area with no white faces. I imagine it would make me paranoid, as if they were ‘closing in’. I look at the classic illustrations of Rome in about 400-500 AD, totally decayed and vulgar, fallen to pieces, and terribly depressing, and I think of our countries these days.

As with myself, I know you are betting on a currency collapse to aid your financial situation. I often feel I have let myself down by not having a job which could provide for us ([my girlfriend] and myself, but also donations), but then I remember that I was at various university courses until age 26, then spent longer than a decade after that in regular psychosis which only really went into remission once I wrote my books (and with the trial out of the way), and I remember that, on this account, I’ve simply been too busy/ill. I wish I could help you out more financially. None of my myriad self-employment creative efforts ever sell.

I was shocked by Europe. True, the buildings and statues were awe-inspiring, especially compared with the slum of Britain, but it was simply eye candy, and, when placed in context with the degenerate soullessness of the natives, somehow garish, and totally empty. A decent civilization requires decent quality people. I was surprised more did not comment on your report.

That’s the long-term problem with your site—it’s erudite, and intensely detailed, and high-brow (and challenging both intellectually and ethically) unlike the stale, pop journalist circle-jerk of Unz for example, or the smug hipster pretension of C-C. You know what you get there. I imagine it’s like cocaine to them, their daily slew of bland articles. Ego-stroking prolefeed, to do no more than delay vast numbers, and keep them vegetating in their echo-chamber. I should rephrase: the problem is not your site, it’s that people are idiots. I’m left waiting for the likes of Walsh to get out of prison so they can come back to commenting (although I imagine he’ll be monitored pretty tightly in aftermath).

I re-read your PDF booklet on American racialism recently. I didn’t realise there were so many small NS movements, all highly unsuccessful. It seemed to go in cycles. I noticed that the hardest point is always finding, recruiting, and holding onto people. It’s like NS is on the whole dead, somehow. The British Movement disappointed me terribly recently. It seems I was right—this country has no National Socialist presence. It’s just scores of bourgeois dissident rightists here and there, some with swastika paraphernalia, and fat, football hooligan punks.

I have to go shortly, I have a health appointment. I’ll write more later.

Best regards,

Ben