This Our Greatest Battle
We now are joined, and ne’er shall sever;
This hearth’s our own…
-- Gerald Griffin
In the face of the most devastating earthquake of modern times, the Japanese people are behaving with incredible courage and fortitude. If we compare the way the Japanese have handled their national disaster with the way the Americans handled the New Orleans flood, we are left with a very disturbing portrait of the Americans. And if you tell me that it was only black people who responded to the crisis of a flood with the savagery of wild animals, I would completely agree with you. The white Europeans responded just as heroically to their crisis as the Japanese are responding to theirs. But the European Americans have committed themselves to the inhuman idea that race has nothing to do with a nation’s identity. If you claim a mixed race nation can be a strong, healthy nation then you can’t make excuses when your multiracial nation fails to respond to disasters as well as a racially homogeneous nation does.
It’s not my intention to glorify the Japanese people; they have institutionalized infanticide and elevated capitalist greed to even higher levels than the Americans, but they have shown the European people, if the European people had eyes to see, what a culturally homogeneous people, as distinct from a culturally diverse people, can do in the face of a national disaster.
The Europeans were once a homogeneous people and their record of heroism in the face of disaster and charitable outreach to kith, kin, and the stranger was unparalleled in human history. But unless Europe is restored the world will never see such heroism and charity again. The liberals have already told us that there was really no such thing as heroic and charitable Europeans. “The age of chivalry is not dead; it never existed.” So they say, but they are mad-dog liberals who are in a desperate flight from reality; they can’t be relied upon to tell the truth about anything of a spiritual nature. Nor can the colored tribes be relied upon to tell the truth about things of the spirit, though there is a huge difference between the European liberal and the people of color. The colored tribesman cannot tell the truth about spiritual things because he doesn’t know of such things; the liberal cannot tell the truth about the life of the spirit because he denies its existence.
The traditional faiths of the colored peoples are all grounded in fantasy; they are untrue. The colored tribesman, be he Asian, African, Indian, whatever, does not have to deny his own people in order to cling to his fantastical and often very fulfilling (from a pagan standpoint) faith. The European does have to deny his own people if he is to escape reality. Christ was and is the white man’s burden. If the liberal is going to escape from the living God, he must escape from everything European. He must eradicate, with the fury of the satanically possessed, everything that is distinctly and uniquely European. And of course the most distinctive and unique tradition of the European was his faith in the Son of God. That crucial distinction between the colored and the white – the white must eradicate his heritage in order to escape reality and the colored must embrace his heritage in order to escape reality – is the reason white people are committing racial suicide and colored people are holding fast to their own race and exploiting the suicidal tendencies of the white race.
It’s easy to see why the pre-Christian pagan wanted to escape reality – life without faith in Christ is unbearable. The greatest of the pagan poets was Sophocles. And what was his opinion of existence? Better never to have been born. All pagan religions, despite their many and varied ways of dealing with their cosmic complaints, all seek an escape from the inexorable laws of nature by either losing themselves in nature, as in the sex and blood cults, or separating themselves from the pain of existence in the natural world by mentally divorcing themselves from the world, as the contemplative sects do, but all pagan religions are escapist religions.
The white European wants to return to paganism; he finds life under the Christian mantle to be too painful. However, he can’t quite manage a smooth transition from Christianity to paganism. He has lost the Christian faith of his ancestors, but he can’t shake his ancestors’ disbelief in paganism. The result? The liberal combines secularized Christianity, which is utopianism, with paganism. The liberal performs all the pagan rituals, but he does so using new age terminology. The ritual slaughter of infants becomes ‘legalized abortion’ and ‘planned parenthood’; the worship of the Negro is called ‘civil rights’ and ‘diversity’; and the extermination of the whites is called ‘social justice.’
The question that we need to ask is, “Why does the white European want to escape from the Christian faith?” He wants to escape from Christianity because the living God exists only in the depths, and it is painful to live in the depths. Most of a man’s life is spent dealing with superficialities and minutiae. The pagan religious systems and the halfway house Christian churches are set up to deal with a man’s need for gods who will help him with the daily natural shocks that flesh is heir to. Dostoevsky addressed that point in the Brothers Karamazov. His Grand Inquisitor rebukes Christ for rating men too highly. He tells Him men don’t want depth; they want bread, authority, and mystery. The Grand Inquisitor makes a good case for a religion of superficiality, and his program has been adopted in all the formerly Christian churches which now preach Negro worship under the guise of Christianity.
Let’s say it outright: Christianity is an agonizing faith. Most of our life is spent on the surface of existence, because to be always plunging to the depths is incredibly painful. So rather than be comfortless, the apostate European seeks the mundane gods of paganism, just as the Israelites returned to Baal as soon as Moses went up to the mountain. But the white moments? Can a man live without white moments? I still maintain that the European cannot live without depth. In Lord Jim Conrad depicts a man, Lord Jim, who lives and dies according to a spiritual ideal. When he is dead, his friend is often inspired by his life and death, but at other times Lord Jim passes from his eyes.
Is he satisfied – quite, now, I wonder? We ought to know. He is one of us—and have I not stood up once, like an evoked ghost, to answer for his eternal constancy? Was I so very wrong after all? Now he is no more, there are days when the reality of his existence comes to me with an immense, with an overwhelming force; and yet upon my honour there are moments, too, when he passes from my eyes like a disembodied spirit astray amongst the passions of this earth, ready to surrender himself faithfully to the claim of his own world of shades.
Christ lives in the depths of the human heart. If we never go there He will pass from our eyes and we will dwell in the land of the pagan gods forever.
Liberaldom is maintained with the armor of superficiality. Every book written by an antique, Christian European comes with a preface by a scholar (translation: a liberal) that either puts the author in a neat, psychological, secular box or tells us that he was racist and/or sexist, and therefore damned – in a metaphorical sense, of course, because we all know there is no eternal damnation, just the damnation of being denied a place in Liberaldom. In the same vein I once read a “scholarly” account of the ill-fated voyage of the Titanic. The moral eunuch who wrote the article took great pleasure in quoting newspaper articles written at the time of the tragedy in which the men who gave their lives so that their wives and children could survive were quoted as saying, “Pip, pip, cheerio, have a good day” and other such British-isms. The thrust of the modern cynic’s criticism was that the men didn’t say “Pip, pip, cheerio, etc.” But does the absence of a “Pip, pip, cheerio” negate the fact that the men on the Titanic acted according to the highest standards of Christian chivalry? “Bury them all in the superficiality of snide remarks and the satanic sneer” is the liberal mantra. “To live by their code is to live in the depths, which I must avoid at all costs.”
We tend to think of hell in graphic Dantesque images, but I think modern Liberaldom is a very close approximation of what the real hell is like – the hell of superficiality. By my mid-twenties I had made the pilgrim’s regress to the God of the Europeans which was a faith diametrically opposed to the faith of my older sister, who was a mad-dog liberal. At a family gathering I got a chance to take a long walk with my sister, whom I had not seen for several years. Young men in their twenties have an inflated opinion of their own persuasiveness and of the effectiveness of rational apologetics. I was guilty on both counts. I was sure I could convince my sister of the absurdity of liberalism and the truth of Christianity. What I encountered shocked me. I was not shocked by my sister’s atheism – that was expected – but I was shocked by the superficiality of her atheism. I was prepared for Ivan Karamazov, and I got Phil Donahue (or Phyllis Donahue, if you want the correct gender). “Why were there no women or blacks at the Last Supper?” “People used to believe in God, because they were afraid of lightning.” That conversation was hellish, and a world dominated by such superficiality is hell.
When I read the literature of the presiding anti-Christian caretakers occupying the buildings that were once Christian European churches, I am thrown back in time to that conversation with my mad-dog liberal sister. Have you heard these (we dare not call them Christians) purveyors of superficial filth pontificate?
- “Heaven is multiracial so our churches must be multiracial.”
- “We need to de-anglicize our church services.”
- “Why are there so few canonized black saints?”
On and on it goes. Where does it end? It ends in hell of course, where the master of the superficial revels lets his superficial neophytes boil in their own banal, superficial juices.
We reach the God of the depths through the little things of the heart. I love the imagery in C. S. Lewis’s magnificent masterpiece, The Chronicles of Narnia. The children reach Aslan’s land through a wardrobe in an old English house, where kith and kin gather. Such sacred houses are the stuff that our European dreams are made on. In the depths of our soul we know those dreams are the only reality; the rest, the world of Liberaldom, is the superficial dross of the devil.
One tiny sacred Heart was once enough to illuminate the Europeans’ world. The path back to that Sacred Heart leads through our old, non-diverse, European home. Surely our European home is worth fighting for? Can the European, who once shared his hearth fire with the Living God, settle for the superficiality of non-stop images of Negro gods on the television screen? The battle for our European home and the battle for our God is the same battle. We cry from the depths, “O Lord, preserve us in this, our greatest battle.” +