This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear’d by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,—
For Christian service and true chivalry,—
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry
Of the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s Son:
This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leas’d out,—I die pronouncing it,—
Like to a tenement, or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
– Richard the Second
Already, Moslem mosques are being built, to be followed by Hindu temples – this in a land that is supposedly a Christian one. And all this? Just in odd parts of England such as sea ports? No – in Coventry, Birmingham, Leeds, Walsall, Nottingham, Bedford, Luton, in Devon, in Northhumberland, in Norfolk, in Surrey, in Derbyshire… everywhere.
Soon, it will be special schools for non-English-speaking ‘Britons’ followed by their own hospitals, own libraries, own food supplies, own this and own that. And all this will be granted them by that government, that authority now in power in Britain, which is determined once and for all to smash brutally, cynically, deliberately, a white folk in a once-white land, in order that something called a ‘Colouredwealth’ in which England becomes a more and more insignificant item, shall not be ‘offended’ – that is, so that vested interests and big business shall not suffer even though a white folk will be utterly destroyed. – Anthony Jacob, ca. 1965
I’ve always considered myself a European who happens to live in America rather than an American who happens to be of European descent. My European heritage means everything to me; my connection to multicultural, multiracial America means nothing to me. For some reasons that are discernible – William Shakespeare and Charles Dickens – and for some reasons that are not discernible, I love Britain, and most especially England, with the love that Scott describes in his famous “Breathes there a man with soul so dead…” passage in The Lay of the Last Minstrel. (1) So it was with a most particular sorrow, as if a sword had pierced my heart, that I learned that the Londoners had elected a Moslem mayor. I knew it was coming, just as I knew the death of my father was coming as I watched him struggling with a fatal sickness. Still, when both events occurred, my sorrow was too great to put into words. As regards the Moslem’s election – Is it worse than having a liberal mayor or a communist mayor? Is it worse than having a negro mayor? Probably not. But there is still that extra horror we feel when Satanism becomes so explicit. Perhaps it is better that the serpent has reared up and shown himself in all his fiendish glory, because now there can be no more confusion about who rules Europe. All that having been said, there is that serpent right before our eyes, and he has bared his fangs. We can’t help but feel a special revulsion and a greater intensity of sorrow over that which has been lost when we see Satan exulting so openly over his victims, the European people. And if you think that it is only the white Britons who have succumbed to Satan and that you need not concern yourself with them you are mistaken. Every white nation is facing the same crisis as Britain. There is a cadre of American white nationalists who seem to delight in what they call the ‘death of Britain.’ We’ve all known such individuals: They say they hate to tell you a certain piece of bad news, but the gleeful smile on their face as they tell you the bad news gives the lie to their false words of regret. What does an American white nationalist have to boast about? Our major cities are even more crime-ridden than London, and we have placed a negro on our Presidential throne. We need, within the ranks of white Europeans, more of an ‘every man’s death diminishes me’ attitude toward the satanic overthrow of white governments and white cultures. All whites are in the same boat, and we are all tempest-tossed. Why not leave it at that and give our sympathy and support to our fellow white brethren instead of kicking them when they are down?
My own feelings, when I hear of the election of a Moslem mayor in London, of another statue of an iconic Southern hero being torn down, or another blasphemy from the demon Pope, are like unto the feelings depicted on Nathan Bedford Forrest’s face in a painting by Mort Künstler called Sound the Charge. In the painting, Forrest is standing over the body of his brother, who has been slain by the enemy. There is a grief too deep for tears on Forrest’s face and a look of adamantine determination as well. So it is with us, with all of us who remain true to our European blood. No European country will ever be what it once was. But we don’t have to accept the liberal-barbarian conquest as final. They think we will never fight back. Isn’t it time for the liberals and the colored heathen to fear the white man who will no longer sit quietly while everything he holds sacred is destroyed? The liberals and their heathen allies cannot build anything; they can destroy everything that was noble, true, and Christian in Western culture, but they cannot replace Western culture with anything but their own sick culture of murder by proxy, rape by proxy, and outright plunder. There can be no blending of old Europe and new Europe. Multiracial, multicultural Europe must be completely eradicated in order to rebuild sacred Europe once again. The non-democratic, non-diverse people of the new-old Christian Europe will be battle-scarred and weary, but they will be Europeans again.
I don’t have the gift of prophecy – I don’t know that Europe will be restored. I do know that Christian Europe once existed and that she was sustained by men and women who loved the God-Man in and through the people of their racial hearth fire. I don’t believe that such a people can be driven off the face of the earth. The liberals and the colored heathen exult in the destruction of all things Christian and European. Am I to believe that there are no European hearts left in the world with the will to resist them? The liberals would like me and thee to believe that so we will despair and die. But I carry Henry Francis Lyte’s words in my heart: “I triumph still if He abides with me.” It is in kinship and the love of our own kind that we find the true Christ, the Christ of the European people. If we leave intellectual Christianity behind (the god of the theologians and the philosophers does not abide with us) and warm our hands and hearts at the European hearth fire where He abides, we will not be men and women without a homeland in this world nor will we be left without our faith that He, through His divine charity, has prepared a homeland for us in the next world.
On the liberal side of the Church, Protestant and Catholic, they have changed the Christ story. Original sin still exists, but original sin is no longer pride of intellect, it is whiteness. And on the traditionalist and fundamentalist side of both churches, the Christ story has been altered as well. Pride of intellect has replaced faith in Christ. In a master stroke of strategy, the devil has set the philosophical speculators at odds with each other, both sides passionately defending their philosophical speculations against the rival camp. But there is no winner when the devil makes up the rules of the game. Our ancestors walked on water because they saw that Thor and Odin were pale images of their true Lord and Kinsman, Jesus Christ. We no longer walk on water, because first the church men and then their secular counterparts gave up the ‘weakness’ of faith for the ‘strength’ of philosophical speculation. If you never try to walk on water, you won’t get wet, but you’ll be left on the dry land of philosophical speculation without a vision of the living God.
It was not the intellectual Christianity of the modern liberal and traditionalist churches that conquered the world for Christ. It was the Christ-centered faith of St. Paul and the Europeans who loved and hated with all their hearts that carved out a place for the God of charity and mercy in a world that was devoid of charity and mercy. When intellectual Christianity, which is nothing less than Satanism in Christian garments, is purged from the soul of the European people we will begin to see pockets of European resistance to Satan’s kingdom of eternal night.
For how long will His people turn to the Grand Inquisitors of intellectual pride rather than to Him, the God whose love passeth the understanding of the philosophical speculators? That’s more than I know or any of us know. The statistics men who think man is a piano key constantly tell us that Britain is dead, Europe is dead, and European America is dead. But if white Europe is dead, why is Satan still so worried about even the slightest manifestation of white pietas? Why would a mixed-up pagan, such as Donald Trump, with a few good European instincts left in him, stir up such alarm in the liberal ranks? It is because the devil fears the white Christian European. He doesn’t care about the theological Christian who has removed himself from God, but he does fear the European who was, and is still meant to be, the Christ-bearer. I’m always surprised when a professed conservative Christian is shocked that I do not repudiate all violence against the liberals and their heathen allies. I shouldn’t be surprised though, because the modern Christian does not believe in the European Christ, and a non-European Christ is not Christ. No European Christian would let Moslems and Aztecs invade his nation. No European Christian would countenance race-mixing and the worship of black murderers and rapists. And no Christian European would tolerate feminism and the slaughter of the innocents that accompanies feminism. And yet we mustn’t be violent? From whence comes that command? Is it from God? “Thou shalt not kill” has always been traditionally interpreted as ‘thou shall not murder.’ But of course the Christians who take their theology from their own minds do not care to know how their ‘racist’ ancestors dealt with the devil and his minions. Their Christianity is a pristine, new Christianity that is much higher and exalted than the crude primitive Christianity of the antique Europeans. Intellectual Christians believe, just as Satan believes, that nothing human is really worth preserving. “Let the European people and their ancient culture perish so long as our intellectual systems remain,” is the stinking, filthy-rag mantra of the intellectual Christians and their liberal brethren.
Prior to the French Revolution the Jacobins put out an unrelenting stream of propaganda in which they demonized the French monarchy and the French aristocracy. The demonization process worked so well that even the King doubted his right to rule. And as a consequence of that doubt he did not take the steps necessary to defend his crown and his people. For the past century the people of every European nation have been the objects of the same demonization campaign conducted by the Jacobins against the French monarch and the French aristocrats. We have now reached the final stage of the demonization process. The executions have begun in earnest. What the academics and the church men preached – “The white race must be exterminated” – is being acted upon. And there will be no mercy for the white man, because there is no mercy in the liberals, the Moslems, the colored barbarians, or the intellectual Christians.
In the name of mercy, for the sake of our people, who have been marked for slaughter, we should resist the liberals and their heathen allies with every weapon at our command. And our primary weapon is not a material weapon, it is the sword of charity. White people seem doomed because the shroud of intellectual Christianity hangs over them. Lift that shroud and there is life, the life that comes to a people who believe that human hearts connected to His divine heart can fight and win against the liberals and their heathen allies: “Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.”
Far too many whites, the vast majority, have become like unto Louis XVI. They have listened to the demonizers in church, state, and academy for so long that they have come to believe in the evil of the white race. They won’t fight for a white homeland, because they have succumbed to the demonizers’ romance of revolt: Only the non-white can be part of utopia, because only the non-white is free from the prejudices of the past. But what is it in the white man’s past that he should be ashamed of? It is his allegiance to Christ. This is what white genocide is all about. Jettison your past, your blood connection to the Son of God, and you can be part of a brave new world where the only whites left alive are the slaves of colored heathens. But for how long will the whites be allowed to remain alive even in captivity? The liberals will always fear a revolt, so they will exterminate every white before they themselves go to the executioner’s block. Danton and Robespierre could not stop the fire of romantic revolt they helped start. It consumed them just as it will consume the liberals.
The period of white slavery has already begun, and the extermination process is proceeding at a rapid rate. The election of a Moslem mayor in London is just another part of the worldwide extermination process. The sheer mathematical weight of the great haters of the white race seems overwhelming. But we are told that charity never faileth. Those words, that come to us from the heart of St. Paul can be just that, mere words, or they can be the sustaining spirit that enables us to “triumph still” over all the forces of hell. At certain crisis periods of my life, I have had people tell me that they were praying for me. When I felt that they were just mouthing platitudes, their declared intentions meant nothing to me. But when I felt my friends meant what they said, that they would pray for me from their hearts, I was very grateful; it meant everything to me. It all comes back to the undefinable virtue of charity. I believe our people, the antique Europeans, got it right. They had that charity of honor that “never faileth.” If we stay with those people, we will abide with the God of charity and mercy who never has and never will fail us. +
(1) Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
‘This is my own, my native land!’
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d
As home his footsteps he hath turn’d
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour’d, and unsung.
-Sir Walter Scott