I See No England

H. V. Morton, in his book, I Saw Two Englands, and in his book, Ghosts of London, saw the Nazi threat as a crisis equal to the Norman invasion. I see no reason to argue with that assessment, but had the Nazi’s defeated the English, it would have been almost inconsequential compared to the current colored invasion that Britain is now undergoing. We need to take a look at the various invasions in order to see why the current colored invasion dwarfs all the rest.

Brutus was the great grandson of Aeneas. He led the subjected Trojans out of Greece through the Mediterranean Sea and eventually settled in Britain. Britain was virtually uninhabited at the time; only a few giants occupied the land. One Briton named Corineus became adept in the art of giant-disposal. Geoffrey of Monmouth gives us a description of his most glorious encounter:

Corineus experienced great pleasure from wrestling with the giants, of whom there were far more there than in any of the districts which had been distributed among his comrades. Among the others there was a particularly repulsive one, called Gogmagog, who was twelve feet tall. He was so strong that, once he had given it a shake, he could tear up an oak-tree as though it were a hazel want. Once, when Brutus was celebrating a day dedicated to the gods in the port where he had landed, this creature, along with twenty other giants, attacked him and killed a great number of the Britons. However, the Britons finally gathered together from around and about and overcame the giants and slew them all, except Gogmagog. Brutus ordered that he alone should be kept alive, for he wanted to see a wrestling-match between this giant and Corineus, who enjoyed beyond all reason matching himself against such monsters. Corineus was delighted by this. He girded himself up, threw off his armour and challenged Gogmagog to a wrestling-match. The contest began. Corineus moved in, so did the giant; each of them caught the other in a hold by twining his arms round him, and the air vibrated with their panting breath. Gogmagog gripped Corineus with all his might and broke three of his ribs, two on the right side and one on the left. Corineus then summoned all his strength, for he was infuriated by what had happened. He heaved Gogmagog up on to his shoulders, and running as fast as he could under the weight, he hurried off to the nearby coast. He clambered up to the top of a mighty cliff, shook himself free and hurled this deadly monster, whom he was carrying on his shoulders, far out into the sea. The giant fell on to a sharp reef of rocks, where he was dashed into a thousand fragments and stained the waters with his blood. The place took its name from the fact that the giant was hurled down there and it is called Gogmagog’s Leap to this day.

All this occurred, according to Geoffrey, around 1240 B. C. [For a defense of the historical accuracy of Geoffrey of Monmouth, I refer you to After the Flood by Bill Cooper, B. A. Hons.]

If we jump ahead to Arthur’s time (450 A.D.), the Britons, later to be called the Welsh, are now Christian and are fighting what will ultimately be, after Arthur’s demise, a losing battle with the heathen Saxons. The Britons are pushed back into what is now called Wales. This is the first tragic change of power in Britain. And the Welsh hatred of the Saxons was so great that they could not bear to Christianize them. That was left to Irish monks who had themselves been converted to Christianity by St. Patrick, who was Welsh. In the whirligig of time, the Christian Saxons became allies of the Christian Welsh.

The Norman Conquest was not as great an upheaval for the Britons as the Saxon conquest had been because the Normans were nominally Christian. In addition the Saxon culture remained the dominant one. The Norman rulers adapted the English language and English customs. After the Norman invasion of 1066, the racial and religious basis of the British nation was set. It was racially Celt, Saxon, French and Dane, all white and all Christian.

So, if the Nazis had invaded and somehow managed to conquer the then-unconquerable Britons, the racial mix would not have changed at all as the Germans were white and Saxon and the Christian Faith was the historic faith of the German people. Hitler’s Nazism would not have survived him.

But if we look at the current invasion of Britain we see something unprecedented in British history. The colored invasion will not be a slight alteration in British customs; it will be the end of Britain. All her history will be lost, and the “blessed plot” of earth will be no more, for the colored invaders, be they devotees of voodoo, disciples of Mohammed, or followers of Hinduism, are all united in their hatred of white, Christian Britain.

Every country of Europe and every country founded by Europeans is going through something similar. From a straight empirical, data-collecting perspective, it looks like there is no hope for white Europeans. But was white Europe built on empiricism? There is hope in the blood. Christianity is in our blood, and a fierce, warlike defiance of heathenism is also in our blood. If we answer that call, there is no one who can predict with certainty that white Europe will die. Nothing that comes from the spiritual dimension in man is subject to the inexorable laws of math. So, to conquer the inexorable we must dive down to the depths of our sacred heritage, pluck from it the European gauntlet, and fling it in the collective face of the invading armies of color.