Reclaiming Our Spiritual Stronghold

I am dreaming of the mountains of my home,
Of the mountains where in childhood I would roam.
I have dwelt ‘neath summer skies,
Where the summer never dies,
But my heart is in the mountains of my home.

I can see the little homestead on the hill;
I can hear the magic music of the rill;
There is nothing to compare,
With the love that once was there,
In that lonely little homestead on the hill.

I can see the quiet churchyard down below,
Where the mountain breezes wander to and fro,
And when God my soul will keep,
It is there I want to sleep,
With those dear old folks that loved me long ago.

– W S Gwynne Williams

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If ever a man was thrown to the wolves it was “Vinegar Joe” Stilwell, the U. S. general who was given the task of getting the Chinese troops during World War II in fighting shape to take on the Japanese. But Chiang Kai-shek did not want his troops to fight the Japanese. He wanted to keep his troops in reserve for the upcoming civil war with Mao Tse Tung and the communists. “Why can’t we just use American air power without using Chinese troops?” Chiang Kai-shek asked. Stilwell’s reply was that you could never, unless you simply wanted to bomb a nation into oblivion, dispense with your infantry, because it was the infantry that occupied the enemies’ territory. From their territorial strongholds, they launched their attacks from air, sea, and land. If you occupied the enemies’ territory, you took away their source of strength. Of course we know the final result. Vinegar Joe never got the cooperation of Chiang Kai-shek and Chiang Kai-shek’s refusal to give Stilwell enough troops to establish a stronghold against the Japanese was the reason for Chiang Kai-shek’s ultimate defeat in the civil war with the communists. Mao did establish strongholds against the Japanese and he used those strongholds after the war to launch his attacks against Chiang Kai-shek. 

Is there a moral here? I think so. Our race is our spiritual stronghold. Within that stronghold are the mysterious human relationships that give us the wherewithal to fight the battle against principalities and powers. If you strip a man of his racial identity, you strip him of his soul. How can a man without a soul fight the good fight? He can’t; he can only surrender to the devil and his minions. 

For over sixty years now there has been an unrelenting demand that the white man should give up his spiritual stronghold, his race, and melt into a soulless blob called humanity. And it is not just secular liberals who make such a demand, it is also the Christian clergy. They too demand that the white man renounce any special ties he might have to the white race. The ideological underpinning for the liberals’ and the clerics’ demand that the white man renounce his race are contradictory.

On the one hand the white man is told he must renounce his race because the white man’s past history shows that he is irredeemable. He has done nothing but evil in the past, and he will do nothing but evil in the future, should he be allowed to live into the future. His only hope for salvation is to worship the black man with all his heart, mind, and soul, and hope that the black man will have mercy on his poor benighted soul. Which, by the way, is a forlorn hope because the black man, unbeknownst to the liberals, is not really a god, nor does he have any concept of mercy.  On the other hand is the contradiction. The white man is told by the liberals and the clerics that there is no such thing as race. Skin color has nothing to do with a man’s soul. “We are all, under the skin, the same.” Then by what right does the dynamic duo of liberals and clergy prattle on about the sanctity of the negro god and the evil of the white man? If there is no such thing as race, then there should be no such thing as negro worship, and there should be no such thing as the demonization of the white man. “We are all just human beings and we are all just wonderful.” But the liberals and their clerical brethren are playing both ends against the middle. The white man is an evil bogeyman and the black man is a benevolent god when the liberals and the clerics are eating their Manichean Cheerios, and the white man is part of a multi-colored blob when the dynamic liberal duo are in the mood to “teach the world to sing in perfect harmony.” 

We’ve all had those Introductory Philosophy courses in which a smart aleck professor proves, by geometric logic, that we don’t really exist. The liberals have been giving a similar introductory course on Race, in which they prove that our whiteness is not part of our soul. Our response to the liberals, and – lest we forget them – the white-hating clergymen, should be passionate rage. Our race contains all that we value most: our kith, our kin, and our God. If we don’t believe that the spirit can become incarnate in a people, what happens to our faith in Christ? Our faith in our Creator is inseparable from our faith in our identity as a particular people of a determinate race. Why should we ever question that our whiteness is part of our soul? Our ancestors believed it to be true, and we know, in the deepest recesses of our heart, that it is true. Even the liberal knows, in some tiny corner of his wizened heart, that skin color is more than mere biology, which is why he feels the necessity to fight “racism.” He doesn’t want a resurgence of the white Europeans because he doesn’t want Christ to rule in his liberal, multiracial utopia. The race war is the European’s ultimate challenge. If he allows his whiteness to be demonized or harmonized into nothingness, he will be a man without a soul. 

There is a direct correlation between the Europeans’ declining faith in the major tenets of Christianity and their declining faith in their distinctiveness as a race. How could it be otherwise? If Christ did not become man, and if He did not rise from the dead, it follows that human beings are mere biological entities without an animating spirit within them. What need is there then, to make distinctions between biological entities? 

The Christian churches still stand, but they have made a pact with the devil. The devil put a scholar’s cap over his horns and a scientist’s lab coat over his body and walked in unmolested through the church door. And in the form of a scientist he is deferred to on every issue. Christ’s resurrection from the dead has become “problematic,” our own bodily resurrection through Christ has become a “quaint” notion, and the re-paganization of existence that Julian the Apostate dreamt of has taken place. The techno-barbarian white has joined with the black barbarian to build a world devoid of light. The unbought grace of life, nurtured in the small units of grace – our families and our people – has been destroyed. We have no spiritual stronghold, having allowed The Enemy to sever our ties to our own people. What is left to us? How should we then live? We should take back that which is ours. We can start the counter-revolution by refusing to accept demonization and by refusing to be harmonized into nothingness. 

There is no one in the upcoming Presidential election who represents white people. Romney is the “let’s liquidate the European people at a slower rate” candidate, and as such I will vote for him. But there is something else at stake in the election. A Romney victory will indicate that a significant amount of white people are sick to death of being demonized. Now, being tired of the racist label is not the same thing as embracing the racist label, which is the point we want all white people to come to, but it will be significant if large numbers of whites ignore the liberals’ racist charge and vote white. My own informal surveys tell me, and I trust my informal polls more than the official polls, that true believers in the sacred negro are to be found in the universities and in their adjuncts, the churches and the media outlets. But the white hoi polloi have no great love for the negro. Unfortunately they have no great love for their own people either. They are lost souls; having been robbed of their identity, they are a seething cauldron of resentment. And they do resent being called racists when they are, unfortunately, not racist. They will root for white sports heroes or black sports heroes. But of course that’s not good enough for the liberals. They want all white athletes to disappear, leaving only a pantheon of black athletes to be petted and adored. 

Nothing is written, our wills are free. We can utterly destroy ourselves if we want to, and that seems to be the course white people have chosen. However, there is such a thing as the grace of God. We seem so far from His grace at this point in our history, because we have cut ourselves off from the channels of grace, our kith and kin. But who can say what miracles might occur if just a few whites would seek His grace through the racial stronghold of the soul? It all sounds too fairy tale-ish? Yes, it does, but the entire history of the European people reads like a fairy tale to me, a really true fairy tale where the Hero fights His way right to the gates of hell, defeats the devil, and leads His people up from hell to that dear, dear land called Christian Europe. 

The white man is still a long way from returning to his racial stronghold, which provides him with protection from the slings and arrows of the liberal and his colored allies. But there is a certain racial fatigue that is taking place in the white man. The liberals are far from infallible. They have played the race card so often that even the self-effacing, long suffering white everyman has grown disgusted. The hideous Bob Dylan asked, “How many years must a people exist before they’re allowed to be free?” We must ask, “How many times can you demonize my people before I become a Goth again?” The brain fever hasn’t left the white man; he still won’t banish the colored hordes from his homeland, but a certain disgust with the endless charges of racism might be the beginning of something wonderful, the end of negro-worshipping Liberaldom. I love the image of the melting snow in C. S. Lewis’s book The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. The first blade of grass that comes out from under the snow is significant; it means a thaw is beginning that will eventually result in the downfall of the wicked witch. Let us cherish every blade of grass that brings us one step closer to His green and pleasant Europe and one step further away from the liberals’ Babylonian kingdom of hell on earth. 

The European people can no longer see God clearly because they have lost their spiritual stronghold, their race. When they regain that stronghold, they will be able to see through that dark glass to the Light of the world. “The people that have walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.”+

God Knows

I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year,
‘Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.’
And he replied:
‘Go into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.’
So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night. And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.

So heart be still:
What need our little life,
Our human life to know,
If God hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife
Of things both high and low,
God hideth His intention.
God knows. His will
Is best. The stretch of years
Which wind ahead, so dim
To our imperfect vision,
Are clear to God. Our fears
Are premature; In Him,
All time hath full provision.
Then rest: until
God moves to lift the veil
From our impatient eyes,
When, as the sweeter features
Of Life’s stern face we hail,
Fair beyond all surmise
God’s thought around His creatures
Our minds shall fill.

– Minnie Louise Haskins