On the Shores of Babylon

“Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.”

Every English teacher has to deal with the problem of Cliff Notes, those poorly written summaries and shallow interpretations of great works of literature written for indolent and dishonest students. I once gave a student two F’s on a Cliff Noted paper he had turned in. “Why two F’s?” he asked.

“One for cheating, and the second F for turning in such a terrible interpretation of the book,” was my reply.

Cliff Note students could never bring themselves to believe that a student who read the literature with his whole heart and soul could come closer to the great author’s meaning than a panel of erudite experts trying to write condensed literature for moral eunuchs and intellectual midgets. If the meaning of a work of literature could be condensed into Cliff Notes, it wouldn’t be a great work of literature.

It is the contention of the people I call the halfway-house Christians that the Gospel of Jesus Christ can be condensed into religious Cliff Notes. The Protestant Cliff Notes tell us that Christ was not the Son of God in whom St. Paul believed. He is only the son of God in the way a great prophet is the son of God. In the inane Cliff Notes of the Protestants, the Son of God, the Messiah, has not come yet. How else can I interpret Cliff Notes that claim that the Jews are the chosen people of God? In vain do I point out to the evangelical Protestants that the Christian Europeans of the past did not think references to the “chosen people” meant that the unconverted Jews had been accorded divine status, regardless of whether they accepted Christ or not. It is in vain because the halfway-house Protestants hold the personal testimony of the European people, who lived and died with a faith in Jesus Christ as true God and true man, of no account. They believe in their Cliff Notes handed to them by a committee of educated idiots.

The Cliff Notes of the halfway-house Roman Catholics also go against the traditional faith of the European people. In the Roman Catholic Cliff Notes, Christ is a lesser god in a pantheon of gods, living and dead. He is on a par with Mohammed and Buddha but beneath Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King Jr., and Gandhi. As with the Protestant halfway-house Christians, it is useless to point out to the Roman Catholic halfway-house Christians that the antique Europeans did not place any other gods above the one true God, Jesus Christ. It is useless because the Roman Catholic does not believe that a traditional faith resides in the blood of the people who believe. Tradition, to the Roman Catholic, means the preservation of external forms and rites. A bred-in-the-bone faith is an alien concept to the halfway-house Roman Catholic. He can’t find anything about such a faith in his Cliff Notes.

The Cliff Notes of the halfway-house Roman Catholics and the halfway-house Protestants agree on one essential point: The Negro is the star at the top of the halfway-house Christians’ tree. The presents under the tree, the ornaments and tinsel decorating the tree, all pale in significance to the shimmering star at the top of the tree. The Cliff Notes descended from on high, according to halfway-house Christians, and revealed the new Christian doctrine of the divinity of the Negro. The halfway-house Christians love to excoriate the Mormons, but I find the halfway-house Christians’ new revelation of the divinity of the Negro much harder to believe in than Joseph Smith’s vision of the Church of the Latter Day Saints. At least Christ maintains His primacy in the Mormons’ church.

The literary Cliff Notes give us a bare skeleton of a book, and they give us a false interpretation of the book. And that is what the “Christian” Cliff Notes do as well. The Bible is streamlined for sectarian purposes, and the people who lived and breathed the full meaning of the Bible are completely eliminated from the religious Cliff Notes. We can’t understand the Christian faith if we are not connected to the people who had faith. The fusionist Christians of today will lead us to a confusion of tongues, not to a place where we can see the true God reflected in the faces of his people.

The halfway-house Christian reserves the right to politely criticize and vote against certain aspects of the liberal’s satanic agenda. But he still uses the liberals’ Cliff Notes, thus allowing the liberal to redefine Christianity. In the new definitions, which we are all supposed to learn by heart, the Negro is divine and the European is evil. Who ultimately does the halfway-house Christian serve then? He serves the liberal, who serves the enemy of mankind.

“If I forget thee, O Jerusalem…” The European has forgotten what it means to live in a Christian culture. It means loving one’s kith and kin above all others, which means that we should keep the barbarians at bay and out of our homes. I live in an area of the United States that is still predominantly white, but virtually every black I see is connected to a white family; either a wigger is cohabitating with a black, or a white family has adopted a black child. It is especially tragic when white parents who already have white children adopt one or more black children. The blacks invariably run amuck within the family, causing untold misery.

And it is always the Man of Sorrows who is brought in to justify race-mixing and Negro worship. Blasphemy! The antique European believed that salvation came from a belief in Jesus Christ, not by virtue of our belief in the sacred Negro. There is nothing remotely connected to genuine Christian love in the liberals’ and the halfway-house Christians’ deification of the Negro. The men who did humanitarian work and Christian evangelization among blacks, such as Albert Schweitzer and Edmund Hodgson, believed in strict paternalism and segregation. (1) Rape, torture, and murder are the favorite pastimes of the natural savages we have brought amongst us. How can a man with a heart that still lives allow such creatures to reign? Prospero knows his island will be hell if Caliban is allowed to rule, so he keeps Caliban under his control, and even Caliban comes to see that Prospero’s hierarchical but benevolent reign is the only type of government to live under.

The liberal and the halfway-house Christian who rides with the liberal on his burn-and-pillage raids against the European people present their “love” of the Negro as the fulfillment of Christ’s injunction to “love thy neighbor as thyself.” Nothing could be further from the truth. In the first place, genuine love of thy neighbor does not mean you hate the people of your own household. And secondly, a man learns to love by the family hearth fire. God made “our hearts small” so we could learn to love through the little human things. The universal love represented by the infamous Coke commercial and the song “Age of Aquarius” is not love. Ask yourself why the ideologies of the universalists, the great ‘lovers’ of mankind as generic human beings such as Marx and Robespierre, always spawn totalitarian states in which millions of individual human beings lose their lives. If you repress the little human things, such as love of kith, kin, and place, you will render a man incapable of love. The charitable outreach of such men as Schweitzer and Hodgson only took place because they learned how to love at the European hearth.

The true God can only be reached through the human heart. Without depth of feeling, we can’t know God, which is why only a counter-revolutionary of the spirit can know God in our modern satanic world. The counter-revolutionary must stay in the depths and not allow himself to be overwhelmed by the narrow superficiality of modernism that kills the soul.

In Ben Jonson’s profound tribute to Shakespeare he tells us that Shakespeare has surpassed even the great Greek and Roman dramatists:

And though thou hadst small Latine, and lesse Greeke,
From thence to honour thee, I would not seeke
For names; but call forth thund'ring Æschilus,
Euripides, and Sophocles to us,
Paccuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead,
To life againe, to heare thy Buskin tread,
And shake a stage : Or, when thy sockes were on,
Leave thee alone, for the comparison
Of all, that insolent Greece, or haughtie Rome
Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.
Triumph, my Britaine, thou hast one to showe,
To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe.
He was not of an age, but for all time!

Of course Jonson is right. There is greater depth, more humanity in Shakespeare’s plays than in the Greeks’ and Romans’ works. And how could it be otherwise? The living God had entered human history and revealed to mankind that God lived in the depths of the human heart. Just as the pagan Greco-Roman shame-culture gave way to the European guilt-culture, so did the Greco-Roman culture of kindness give way to the deeper European Christian culture of charity. In a very real sense there was no perfect love, the love that includes charity, on the face of the earth until the marriage of the European and Christ. That special type of love, which can only be found at the hearths of the antique Europeans, has just about disappeared from the earth. My own nation, which is not really a nation, has set Caliban on the throne. And throughout the other anti-nations of Europe the remaining Europeans burn incense at the altars of the savage gods of color. Our only recourse against the modern age of Satan is to seek the depths and refuse to give up the little human things that link us to the Son of God. +
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(1) Northern Katanga was also the territory of a renowned English Missionary, Edmund Hodgson of the Congo Evangelistic Mission, who had been in the Congo for forty years before he was murdered by the Baluba. He was a surgeon, builder and teacher. He founded 157 churches in the Congo, roofing many of them himself. His pay, if it may be mentioned, eventually reached the grand equivalent of £17 a month in Belgian currency, which in the Congo is enough to buy you a good meal and a haircut. He built schools, where for the first time the tribal language was set down in writing. He built a motor launch, which he used as an ambulance; and as the years went by he built several more, giving each one away to the Natives as a new one was finished. He was also a crack shot, ridding the villages of a rogue elephant and marauding lion. On one occasion he was called out to deal with a pride of six lions that were stalking a village, and shot all six of them the same day. His biggest enemies in the early years - as in the later – were the witchdoctors and secret societies, who of course ruled by terror. Hodgson wrote to the C.E.M. headquarters in England: “The witchdoctors are like banks and bookies. They win every time. To denounce a witchdoctor is the worse sin known.” But, traveling on a battered old bicycle through hundreds of miles of swampland for months at a time, he set out to break them. A fellow missionary said of him: “Often he would walk into the middle of a secret society meeting to rescue the young girls they used for their orgies. He was a mild man, but he would risk any danger to prevent these children being tortured, wading in with his fists if necessary.”

In 1952 Hodgson’s wife died; and he toiled on alone, taking his leave every five years but still having to work to make ends meet. But, following Independence, he saw his life’s work literally going up in flames. He wrote: “This last six months has seen the bottom drop out of this fast-created world. Now there is no Belgian or African authority in this district. The sad part of it all is that it is the innocent ones who suffer...”

Shortly after Hodgson wrote this report he visited the ‘parish’ of the New Zealander, Elton Knauf. He was at something of a loose end now, as his churches had been burned down and he had been forced to leave his own parish by the tribesmen he had spent his whole life slaving for. He and Knauf went on a mercy mission, taking food and medical supplies and even money to distressed villagers. It was in an area where, like his own, nearly all the mission posts had been plundered and burned down. Soon their truck was stopped by Balubas, and the two men were dragged out. The tribesmen offered to let Knauf go. But he refused to leave Hodgson, and so both men were put to death. According to a Christian tribesman it was a slow death, and both men died praying. Unlike the witchdoctors who ruled the people by terror and had survived through the ages, the white men had tried to inspire the people by self-sacrificing example, and had succeeded only in making the supreme one.

Of white men like these, tribute seems inadequate. Silence seems more fitting. But normally, while they are alive, they receive the sort of silence of which Kipling wrote: “The reports are silent here, because heroism, failure, doubt, despair, and self-abnegation on the part of a mere cultured white man are things of no weight as compared to the saving of one half-human soul from a fantastic faith in wood-spirits, goblins of the rock, and river-fiends.”

-- from White Man Think Again! by Anthony Jacob