When on that shivering winter’s night, the Pequod thrust her vindictive bows into the cold malicious waves, who should I see standing at her helm but Bulkington! I looked with sympathetic awe and fearfulness upon the man, who in mid-winter just landed from a four years’ dangerous voyage, could so unrestingly push off again for still another tempestuous term. The land seemed scorching to his feet… But as in landlessness alone resides the highest truth, shoreless, indefinite as God—so, better is it to perish in that howling infinite, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee, even if that were safety! For worm-like, then, oh! who would craven crawl to land! Terrors of the terrible! is all this agony so vain? Take heart, take heart, O Bulkington! –Melville, Moby Dick
Then keep thy heart, though yet but ill-resigned—
Clarel, thy heart, the issues there but mind;
That like the crocus budding through the snow–
That like a swimmer rising from the deep–
That like a burning secret which doth go
Even from the bosom that would hoard and keep;
Emerge thou mayst from the last whelming sea,
And prove that death but routs life into victory.
– Melville, Clarel
Maybe I am alone in my need for heroes, men who have gone before me who have loved what I love and fought for what I love. Some people regard that need as a weakness, a moral failing; if that is so, then I am morally weak. I don’t expect perfection from my heroes; I believe in original sin. What I need from my heroes is a reverence for Him, in and through the European people. For this reason most of my heroes predate the 20th century, because the 19th century, even though science had most certainly reared its satanic head in that century, was the last century in which the best of the European people still loved Christ at their racial hearth fire.
One of the exceptions to my ‘no heroes in the 20th century’ credo had been Anthony Jacob, who wrote White Man, Think Again!, a book that was published and then banned in South Africa in 1965. What struck me about Anthony Jacob was that he actually seemed to care, in contrast to other 20th century conservatives, about white people. And he also, in contrast to the 20th century neo-pagans, seemed to understand the importance of the European people’s connection to Jesus Christ. There were many passages in his great work that led me to believe that Anthony Jacob was not a 20th century agnostic:
Only sham love compromises; genuine love never does because it never can, because love is the comprehension of life itself – and is a form of light. It is not love that evades vital (i.e. ‘life-full’) issues or runs away or talks false peace; it is love that fights to the death, for it knows that to compromise is to dilute, and that to dilute love is to kill it. That is why the gentle, hard-as-nails Jesus (who taught us to disdain death; not, like the Orientals, to disdain life) came with a sword in his hand….
It is surely not wise for the Church to pander to this idolatry. Even if Christianity were to be the religion only of a select few, it would be none the worse for that. Has it ever been anything else but the religion of a select few, and can it ever be anything else? Christianity is the religion of the White and not the non-White peoples, who debase it even where they accept it. They might pay lip-service to it where the white man is strong and his institutions accordingly respected, or where it has obtained a form of superstitious hold over them. But they can no more accept and comprehend essential Christianity than the white man can accept Shamanism. This, above all, makes it all the more reprehensible that the Church, instead of recognizing this, should swing round viciously upon the white man and hold him to blame for it – that white man upon whose unadulterated identity Christianity exclusively depends.
So was Anthony Jacob a Christian? A new edition of White Man, Think Again! (2017) has been published in which the editor, a ‘friend’ of Anthony Jacob, tells us that Jacob had no religion:
Secondly, and Tony did not have to be told to do this, as he “knew it by himself,” as he said to me, the book would have to have a decidedly pro-Christian slant, even though personally, he was not a believer in any religion. This was because Christianity was one of the mainstays of Afrikaner nationalism, and the Voortrekker Press would simply not publish a book which did not hold that position.
The phrase, “a sword shall pierce your heart” describes my reaction to Kemp’s assertion. Does that negate everything Anthony Jacob ever wrote? No, of course not. Anthony Jacob was the most eloquent and courageous defender of the white race in the 20th century, and his assessments of the black African people, the liberals, and the white people of Africa have stood the test of time. What Kemp says about Jacob’s religious indifference touches me to the core of my being, but it in no way negates anything Anthony Jacob wrote. Why am I so affected? Because I loved Anthony Jacob for what he said in defense of my people. I felt, when I read of his indifference to Christianity, as I felt when I learned of my mother’s agnosticism. I still loved her, but I could no longer trust her as a guiding light. In terms of faith, I had to keep a spiritual distance from my mother. So it is with Anthony Jacob. When I first read White Man, Think Again! some forty years ago, the passion of Mr. Jacob entered my soul; he was one of my heroes. Now? He is a great man, whom I admire, but he is no longer my hero.
Not all those who say ‘Lord, Lord’ shall enter the kingdom of heaven; I think there is more of Christ in a man such as Anthony Jacob, who loves his people, than there is in a thousand intellectual Christians who are willing to sacrifice their fellow whites on altars consecrated to the sacred negroes. But a man, if he is to be truly a man, needs to be connected to His people through the God of love. The question of Christ’s resurrection from the dead can never be a matter of indifference. The older neo-pagans such as Samuel Francis, John Tyndall, and alas, Anthony Jacob, respected Christianity as a magnificent creation of the white race. The second and third tiers of neo-pagans spit on Christ, lumping Him in with their Jewish enemies. The older neo-pagans make for better company, but neither view is acceptable. All talk about race is meaningless if Christ be not risen. Why should I care about keeping my people separate and distinct from the people of other races if there is no God who has made my people separate and distinct from other races? The charity which begins at home and perishes without one, which Anthony Jacob writes so eloquently about, has a source. If white people are cut off from that source, they will become – no, they have become – men without souls doomed to look at life second-hand through the dark races, as the liberals view life, or through their own mind-forged fantasy world of pure intelligence, as the intellectual Christians and neo-pagans view life. It is always the same hurdle that must be overcome, the hurdle of intellectual pride. Are we too intelligent to believe that Jesus of Nazareth was and is the Son of the living God?I am not too intelligent to believe in that God.And I don’t understand, nor do I want to understand, why the men of ‘intelligence’ find it easier to believe in their petty, puny minds than in the heart of Christ.
Men like Arthur Kemp are very good at handing out practical advice, based on animal husbandry and demographics, but their knowledge is grounded in empiricism, which is the quicksand of the devil. This empirical knowledge appears to be safe, solid ground, unlike the mystic waters of Christian Europe, but the quicksand envelops a man and chokes the life out of him while the great raging sea brings us, if we look to Christ to guide us, safely home. There is a link between Bulkington, the true hero of Melville’s Moby Dick, who chooses landlessness over the empirical land, and the pilgrim Clarel, who finishes his earthly pilgrimage with a vision of the living ‘God. Bulkington is Clarel.
The neo-pagan Nikos Kazantzakis, the author of The Last Temptation of Christ and Zorba the Greek, gives us a glimpse, in his autobiography, of the neo-pagans’ pride of reason. Kazantzakis rewrites the prodigal son story. He has the prodigal son, upon his return, tell his brother, “I failed but you shall succeed. Leave our father and become a success on your own.” Why did the story of the prodigal son fail to stir Kazantzakis’ heart? Because Kazantzakis believed that the mark of a man is that he kneels to no-one, not even to our Father which art in heaven. In contrast to Kazantzakis is Johanna Spyri, the author of Heidi. The grandfather in Heidi comes down from the mountain to reconnect with his people and his God after his meditation on the story of the prodigal son. Is it really so terrible to admit one has sinned and then to ask for forgiveness from the God of mercy? “Yes, it is,” says the neo-pagan, “because there is no God, only a sickly Jewish carpenter whom the Judaic-Christians call their God.” And the ‘Christian’ equivalent of the neo-pagans, the scholastics, create their own God of pure intellect so that when they worship, they worship their own minds.
Pastor N. F. S. Grundtvig of Denmark saw that his people could only know the living God if they searched the Scriptures, as St. Paul enjoined them to do, with their hearts. With the prophetic heart of that second tier of Christian prophets who warned us what would happen if we abandoned the prophetic fire and the prophetic knowledge of the one true God, Grundtvig told us that the holy word of God was rendered null and void if it was sifted through the minds of theologians.In order for the Word of God to take root in our hearts, Grundtvig maintained, it had to come to us undiluted by theological experts. The theological expert is the creation of Satan because through him Satan can turn everything into an intellectual construct. And Satan is undefeated in the intellectual arena.
The living God cannot come to us through His holy Word if His holy Word becomes, which it has become, the sole property of theological experts. And the story of our people, of their love affair with Jesus Christ, as told by the European bards, can only be received in our hearts if we hear that story from the bards themselves, unobstructed by creatures called literary critics. Do you see the hellish closed circle that has enveloped the European people? They have gone from being free men who belong to Christ to being the bond slaves of Satan, who keeps his kingdom in order by constantly appealing to the Europeans’ pride of intellect, manifested in their faith in experts who have scientized life. An automobile can be scientized, but not a man, and certainly not the Lord God. The Roman Catholic scholastics and then the Protestant scholastics who followed in their train, scientized God in order to hand Him to the laity in a neat little box with a golden ribbon on it and a label that read, “Not to be opened except by the clergy.” Pope Francis the blasphemer spoke for all the anti-Christian Christians when, in a recent audience, he wagged his finger at the faithful and warned them they could not go directly to God, they must go through the Church. Through the Church consisting of men and women who believe in Christ the Lord? No, that is not the Church which Francis the blasphemer is referring to. He is referring to the Church as an assembly of great minds who have taken upon themselves the right to determine who and what God is. Small wonder, particularly since the church men have decided that the negro is God, that the neo-pagans have chosen to reject intellectual Christianity for the Sturm und Drang of neo-paganism. But in the end, Pope Francis the blasphemer and the Christian intellectuals are spiritually united to the neo-pagans, because both camps have chosen to reject the living God for an abstract God that emanates from their minds. The blaspheming Christian intellectuals have chosen the noble black savage while the neo-pagans have chosen their superior white genes. The pope’s mind-forged heresy will always triumph over the neo-pagans’ heresy, because the Europeans will always cling to the heresy that has a personal savior. The neo-pagans have no savior in their religion.
It is often the good swimmer that drowns, because he places too much confidence in his ability to conquer the ocean currents unaided by anything other than his own athletic prowess. So it is with human intelligence. It is almost always the very smart men who fall victim to the snares of Satan. They think they can go it alone, without recourse to the living God, and as a consequence they end up prisoners of Satan and science. It is Dogberry, the bumbling constable in Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing,who discovers and brings to light the villainous machinations of Don John the bastard and his evil cohorts. The smart men, such as Claudio and Antonio, were unable to see and discover the villainy of Don John because they had too much confidence in their own intelligence. St. Paul tells us that the foolishness of God is wiser than the wisdom of men. If we become foolish as He was ‘foolish,’ we will be able to see visions that the intelligent men do not see. The men of intellect who inhabit the first circle of hell, the virtuous pagans such as Anthony Jacob, Samuel Francis and John Tyndall, seem so wise in the ways of the world, but when we look closer we see that they are blinded by the same satanic ray of light that blinded Adam and Eve:
Adam was at the same time the most enlightened and the best of men; the most powerful in thought and the most powerful in love. But whatever has been created must necessarily have a progressive course. Instead of waiting for new attainments in knowledge to be derived from the revolution of ages, and to be accompanied by an accession of new feelings, Adam wanted to know every thing at once. Observe, too, what is very important: man had it in his power to destroy the harmony of his being in two ways, either by wanting to love too much, or to know too much. He transgressed in the second way; for we are, in fact, far more deeply tinctured with the pride of science than with the pride of love; the latter would have deserved pity rather than punishment, and if Adam had been guilty of desiring to feel rather than to know too much, man himself might, perhaps, have been able to expiate his transgression, and the Son of God would not have been obliged to under take so painful a sacrifice. But the case was different. Adam sought to embrace the universe, not with the sentiments of his heart, but with the power of thought, and, advancing to the tree of knowledge, he admitted into his mind a ray of light that over powered it. The equilibrium was instantaneously destroyed, and confusion took possession of man. Instead of that illumination which he had promised himself, a thick darkness overcast his sight, and his guilt, like a veil, spread out between him and the universe. His whole soul was agitated and in commotion; the passions rose up against the judgment, the judgment strove to annihilate the passions, and in this terrible storm the rock of death witnessed with joy the first of shipwrecks.
-Chateaubriand, The Genius of Christianity
I have often been disappointed – although in the case of Anthony Jacob it goes beyond disappointment – when I discovered that a man I thought was going to be my companion in the battle against the devil and his minions was not going to be my companion because he had no use for the Suffering Servant. But it is better to go into battle alone than to have a false ally who will desert you in the day of battle. We must accept a man’s word when he says he does not believe in Christ. But we can hope, if the tenor of his life revealed a sense of pietas, that at the last moment, at the hour of death, the man saw the risen Lord. That is my hope for that first tier of noble neo-pagans from whom I was estranged on this earth.
Now back to the present and the enemy before us. The liberals have intensified their merciless persecution of the white race. They have given their black shock troops virtual free reign to rape, torture, and murder white people; and neo-paganism, whether the Greco-Roman neo-paganism of the first tier neo-pagans, such as Jacob, Francis, and Tyndall, or the new, updated neo-paganism, whose adherents look to a future of white intelligence independent of the Greeks and Jesus Christ, will not be able to stop the bloodletting of the liberals and their colored allies. We need men who are firmly rooted, in spirit and blood, in Christian Europe. A merciless enemy can only be successfully opposed by men who fight in the name of the God of mercy.
A man fights for what he holds dear. It makes a difference whether a man treasures his white genes, the sacred negroes, or Jesus Christ, the first and the last. If we have taken Christ into our hearts, we will be connected to other hearts of flesh, living and dead, who have taken Christ into their hearts. That communion, the communion of saints, will sustain us against an enemy who is possessed by the devil. Without faith in the God whose love passeth the understanding of the colored barbarians, the liberals, and the neo-pagans, we can never restore our civilization or protect our people from the pestilence of liberalism and the arrows of the colored barbarians. We need to go beyond intelligence to the foolishness of God, the God who was so foolish that He was crucified for our sins: “He was oppressed, and He was afflicted, yet He opened not his mouth: He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so He openeth not his mouth.” That God and kinsman cannot be a mere footnote in the white man’s history: He is our history.
The first tier of neo-pagans, such as Anthony Jacob, who had a certain respect for old Europe and her people but were unable to see that Christ was the spiritual fount of old Europe, are all gone now. The second and third tiers of neo-pagans have no respect for old Europe and her people. They look to a new Europe that is… What is that new Europe? What rough beast will we worship in the new Europe? The neo-pagans need to strike the ‘pagan’ from their name, because the real European pagans, our progenitors, bent their knees to Christ. They saw beauty on the cross. Where is the beauty in neo-paganism? The liberals tell us we must worship the dark races and make Christ one with the gods of heathendom, while the neo-pagans tell us we must worship Hitler and their white genes. Over and against the liberals and the neo-pagans is the Man on the white horse: He once was at the center of Europe. Now He rides alone on the periphery of Europe, ready to enter the lists again if we call on Him by name. +