The Modern Fairy Tale

The difference between the two systems was that one was formed and officered by sutlers and camp-followers and former slaves, while the other was composed of men who had achieved military honors and were impelled by the love of home, the pride of ancestry, and the desire to save the civilization they had inherited. – The Red Riders by Thomas Nelson Page

A few days ago on the news I saw a Negro ballplayer, a Negro singer, and the lesbian tennis player, Billie Jean King, appear together before a sporting event to celebrate the so-called “Civil Rights Game Weekend.” The juxtaposition was quite apropos; civil rights mean race-mixing, feminism, and homosexuality.

“Civil rights” is a ‘god term’ to liberals. A man at a gathering of liberals bows slightly and with a reverent voice says: “That man over there, the liberal in the corner, marched in the great civil rights marches of the 1960’s.” Then the ancient liberal comes across the room and tells the young people at the party a modern fairy tale.

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“There was once a time when black and white lived apart. White people lived in sumptuous palaces while black people, who did all the work, were forced to live in shacks, shanties, and ghettos. Then little by little some very great white people (the ancient liberal doesn’t say he was one of them, but the admiring throng all know he was) realized just how wonderful black people really were and just how evil white people were. These great white people then joined hands with the wonderful black people and demanded that the bad white people give the black people “civil rights.” But the very great white people – they are called ‘liberals’ – did not stop with civil rights for black people; they fought and won civil rights for your funny looking Uncle Charlie who spends so much time in public restrooms and for your cousin Angie who went to the prom with her girlfriend. Yes, my children, civil rights are a wonderful thing, but they had to be fought for.

“Once, down in a terrible place called the South, a U. S. President had to send federal troops so that a poor little black girl could attend a school the bad white people had forbidden her to attend.”

“Were white people really that bad back then?” asked 10-year-old Kathy.

“Yes,” says the ancient liberal, “they were that bad, and they were even worse than that. The same bad men from the same bad place, the South, used to go to Africa, run into the Africans' homes, kidnap the Africans, and then take them to the South, chain them in dungeons, and beat them all the time until they died.”

“Really?” says the wide-eyed 11-year-old Tommy.

“Yes, Tommy, really. Even after a big war was fought to take the good and wonderful black men out of the white dungeons and away from their life in chains, evil white men would hang them every time they tried to go on a bus or eat in a restaurant where there were white people. And still to this day there are more bad white people than good ones.”

“Are there any bad black people?”

The ancient liberal looks at the questioner with unfeigned shock. “Of course not, Tommy. There are no bad black people.”

“But,” Tommy persists, “I’ve heard of some bad black people my father...”

“No, Tommy, that is wrong. And if your father said that, he is wrong. Sometimes it seems like black people do bad things, but it always turns out that the bad things are not really bad things; they are black culture things, which are good things.”

“What if white people do black culture things?”

“Then Tommy, the white people are very, very bad. Do you understand, Tommy? It’s important that you understand this concept.”

“I think I understand. White people are bad, no matter what they do, and black people are good despite all the bad they do. Because the bad they do is not really bad even though it would be bad if white people did it.”

“Excellent! You’ve grasped the concept. You know, Tommy, many older white people cannot understand what you have come to understand.”

Tommy beams. “I always try to learn my lessons.”

Practical Kathy then asks, “What can I do to help the black people?”

“Well, Kathy, there are many things you can do, but the most important thing you can do (I’m sure you’ve covered this in your sex ed classes) is to have sexual intercourse with black men.”

“Should I start now?”

“No, I think you should wait until you’re fourteen. Until that time you can worship black men at your local church and give part of your allowance to help the earthquake victims in Haiti.”

“I will do all that, Father... Oh, excuse me, you’re not a priest.”

“Actually...”

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When the liberals tell us the Grimm’s fairy tales are too violent and too moralistic, what they really mean is the Grimm’s fairy tales are too Christian in their ethos. In the Grimm's tales the good prevail over the wicked and the wicked people do the type of thing, such as betray their own kith and kin and support perversion, which modern liberals now do under the guise of virtuous behavior. Black is now white because vice has become virtue.

All societies have fairy tales which reflect their religious faith. I’ve just outlined the typical fairy story that the liberals have been telling white children for the past fifty years. Are there any whites left who believe in the fairy stories (the ones without modern public bathroom fairies) told by the antique Europeans?

Violence is truly a terrible thing, and only the savage worships blood lust. But is it possible to reclaim a heritage taken from us at the point of bayonets and to defend our people against the violent onslaught of savage barbarians by peaceful means? I know of no time in history when that which was taken away by force was not reclaimed by force. And I know of no other defense against violence except violence.

The conservative-liberal doesn’t believe a nation is built by people of the same faith and of the same blood. But you can’t have a nation without a people, and there can be no such thing as a people without a common faith and a common race. The conservative-liberal will never fight for the European people or for the Christian faith because his nation, the nation he will fight for, is a utopian, multi-racial nation. But this nation is not a reality; it is a fantasy, a fantasy like pure democracy or communism. And the fantasy is a succubus, which feeds on the life blood of the European, leaving him a bloodless, lifeless corpse.

The religious counterpart of the conservative-liberal is the halfway-house Christian. No matter which white church you turn to, you’ll find the people there united in their abiding faith in the goodness of the black man and the evil of the white man. (1)

The whites attending these churches do so because they need a faith. And since the liberals will not allow the Europeans to worship the Christian God, the God of spirit and blood, the modern Europeans worship the great black god instead. They may incorporate some old Christian hymns and some Christian phrases into their worship services, but at the heart of their worship is a celebration of the dark night of Babylon.

The shift from the worship of Christ and the support of the Christian European hearth, to the worship of the black man and the intense desire to eradicate the Christian European hearth was a gradual sea change. The change stemmed from a fear of marginalization, the loss of jobs, and in some circumstances, martyrdom. As the liberals gained ascendance and made the black faith the state faith, the Christian churches had to make a choice. They could keep their buildings and some kind of nominal faith in the cosmic, Coke-commercial Christ if they made the worship of the black man the central tenet of their faith. Or they could stay with the Christ of old Europe and suffer the consequences. They choose the former.

There doesn’t seem to be any hopeful signs when we look at modern Europe. But if we look at the Europeans’ past history, it becomes very difficult to believe that the European will remain content with the worship of the Negro and all the perverted practices that go with Negro worship. Evil, in the final analysis, is very superficial. The unredeemed Dr. Faustus is a bore.

Superficial and boring as it is, Negro worship is the new faith of the European. It is in direct opposition to the Christian faith of the pre-20th century European. And there can be no peaceful co-existence between the two faiths; one must prevail over the other. Black-worshipping Europeans can co-exist with Hindus, Buddhists, Muslims and every other religious sect, but they cannot co-exist with European Christians for the simple reason that Satan’s minions and the followers of Christ will always be at war.

War is a terrible thing, but surrender to Satan’s minions is blasphemy. That is why the European is currently at war with his own nation and with every surrounding nation. Contra Mundum. +
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(1) Instead of placing signs outside of their churches that have the word Christian or Catholic in their titles the modern churches should make their signs coincide with their faith. The signs outside should read – “The New Ecumenical Church of White Genocide” or “The Roman Rite, Black Worshipping Church of the New Millennium” Just a few sample slogans that I hope, for the sake of clarity, the formerly Christian Churches will adopt.

Suppose there was a war and only one side was fighting?

In the bad old days when South Africa was ruled by whites, if a Negro was even jostled by a white policeman someone in the West would make a movie about that injustice. But now that blacks rule South Africa, it is fine to rape, murder, and torture white people at a rate which makes all the old barbarians like Genghis Khan and Attila the Hun seem like gentle lambs.

If you read a book like H. V. Morton’s In Search of South Africa, you can’t help but be struck by the incredible difference between white-ruled South Africa and black-ruled South Africa. The whites brought European values to a country that knew only bloodshed and horror.

In many ways, South Africa was more European than Europe because the Dutch and English that settled South Africa were more conscious of their European identity, being separated from Europe, than the whites living in Europe. That is why Europeans like H. V. Morton settled in South Africa. Only a demonic maniac could prefer the current South Africa to the older South Africa under apartheid.

Unfortunately, our own nation, which had more than just a little bit to do with the death of white South Africa, is very quickly becoming another South Africa. We celebrate black murderers like Rubin Carter in our movies, while we permit the murder, rape, and torture of white people throughout our nation. Wait -- I err when I use the term ‘nation’ to describe this geographical area called the USA. A nation possesses a folk with a common religion and race. Whites currently have no nation. That hideous, blasphemous pervert, Ben Franklin, once said, “Where liberty dwells, there is my nation.” Well, where white people dwell who believe in Europe, there is my nation.

Not a Nation

"America today is not a nation as we in Europe understand the term; it is a collection of diverse, and often warring ethnic communities just occupying the same territory." -- John Tyndall

Everywhere I go I see the "Support our Troops" signs. Is it possible that anyone of white European ancestry believes that the culturally and sexually diverse army of corporate America is fighting for him? Yes, there are some deluded creatures with eviscerated hearts and addled brains that do believe it. They are men who have truly learned to love "Big Brother."

Our country is not a traditional nation. We are an 'idea' nation, which by definition is not a real nation. We were founded on a nebulous idea of liberty. But liberty from what? Well, that would have depended on whom you asked. Some, like Madison and Jefferson, wanted liberty from traditionally interpreted Christianity, while others wanted the liberty to practice their own type of Christianity, and others still simply wanted the liberty to do whatever they pleased. Since one cannot become a pure idea in one generation, Americans have a history of heroic achievements and chivalric deeds. But all such heroic achievements and chivalric deeds sprang from our European roots and our connection to the British nation. As we gradually disconnected from our European roots and became enamoured of the prostitute called the 'American Idea,' we lost touch with the loyalties and passions that make a particular people a nation instead of a blasphemous idea.

A nation has one race, one faith, and one culture. The great war of the 1860s in this country was the last attempt of my folk, the white folk, to become a European nation on the American continent. And now? The immigration rates since 1965 tell the story. White folk do not believe in either a racial or a religious view of nation. But the barbarian hordes do believe in a racial concept of nation. So we will eventually be a nation, but not a Christian nation and not a white nation. We will be a barbarian nation. Yeats described it quite well:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned:
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Washington Irving

Some writers for Middle American News and the Occidental Quarterly have asserted that the United States is not a propositional nation. They say the country is not based on an idea but on European traditions. I would agree that America should not be a propositional nation, but I do not think it is entirely accurate to say it is not founded on propositional premises. Surely the majority of the founding fathers did not view the U. S. Constitution as the French Jacobins viewed their constitution, as a ‘brave, new world’ document, but at least three Americans, Jefferson, Madison, and Franklin, did. And it is the propositional view of the nation, which means we do not have a real nation, that has prevailed.

The acceptance of one’s nation as a non-nation, as a propositional nation, does not come unless one has accepted that existence itself is of a propositional nature. The Gnostic, “I think, therefore I am” premise has to become part of the common man’s view of life before a Gnostic’s concept of nation can become the reigning one. The line from Aquinas to Descartes to George Bush signing over the country to Mexico is a straight line.

As America the nation fades into the dust bin of history, it is somewhat of a cathartic experience to go back and look at a man who viewed America as a nation rather than as a New Tower of Babel.

Washington Irving’s success is the very reason that he is often held in slight regard. “He wrote some humorous tales, but nothing profound.” But Washington Irving was the first American writer to enunciate the proper, the genuine American patriotism. In Irving’s view America was European. Europe’s faith was America’s faith, and European customs were American customs. According to Irving, all that was different was the habitation and the names. And in many cases not even the names were very different – New York, New England, etc.

Irving was born in New York City in 1783. He had little formal schooling but came from a family of big readers. Like Walter Scott he studied law as a young man but gave it up to write fairy stories. He spent much of his adult life abroad, first in England and later in Spain. During one trip to Britain he visited Walter Scott at Abbotsford. It was Scott who encouraged him to transfer the folk tales of Europe to American soil. The results of that advice can be seen in Irving’s “Rip Van Winkle” and “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”

It is a shame that few Americans read more than “Rip Van Winkle” and “Sleepy Hollow”; Irving’s tales of Christmas in England, Old Christmas, his commentaries on Shakespeare, and his numerous biographical works reveal a man who saw not a brave, new world here in America, but a world that gave European men and women a chance to spread European traditions across a new continent. It is more than just a pity that Americans have chosen the propositional America of Jefferson, Madison, and Franklin and rejected Irving’s European America.

From Irving’s “Christmas Day”:

On our way homeward his heart seemed overflowed with generous and happy feelings. As we passed over a rising ground which commanded something of a prospect, the sounds of rustic merriment now and then reached our ears: the squire paused for a few moments, and looked around with an air of inexpressible benignity. The beauty of the day was of itself sufficient to inspire philanthropy. Not withstanding the frostiness of the morning, the sun in his cloudless journey had acquired sufficient power to melt away the thin covering of snow from every southern declivity, and to bring out the living green which adorns an English landscape even in mid-winter. Large tracts of smiling verdure contrasted with the dazzling whiteness of the shaded slopes and hollows. Every sheltered bank, on which the broad rays rested, yielded its silver rill of cold and limpid water, glittering through the dripping grass; and sent up slight exhalations to contribute to the thin haze that hung just above the surface of the earth. There was something truly cheering in this triumph of warmth and verdure over the frosty thralldom of winter; it was, as the squire observed, an emblem of Christmas hospitality, breaking through the chills of ceremony and selfishness, and thawing every heart into a flow. He pointed with pleasure to the indications of good cheer reeking from the chimneys of the comfortable farmhouses, and low thatched cottages. “I love,” said he, “to see this day well kept by rich and poor; it is a great thing to have one day in the year, at least, when you are sure of being welcome wherever you go, and of having, as it were, the world all thrown open to you; and I am almost disposed to join with Poor Robin, in his malediction on every churlish enemy to this honest festival

“Those who at Christmas do repine
And would fain hence dispatch him,
May they with old Duke Humphry dine,
Or else may Squire Ketch catch ‘em.”

From Irving’s “Stratford-on-Avon”:

As I crossed the bridge over the Avon on my return, I paused to contemplate the distant church in which the poet lies buried, and could not but exult in the malediction, which has kept his ashes undisturbed in its quiet and hallowed vaults. What honor could his name have derived from being mingled in dusty companionship with the epitaphs and escutcheons and venal eulogiums of a titled multitude? What would a crowded corner in Westminster Abbey have been, compared with this reverend pile, which seems to stand in beautiful loneliness as his sole mausoleum! The solicitude about the grave may be but the offspring of an over-wrought sensibility; but human nature is made up of foibles and prejudices; and its best and tenderest affections are mingled with these factitious feelings. He who has sought renown about the world, and has reaped a full harvest of worldly favor, will find, after all, that there is no love, no admiration, no applause, so sweet to the soul as that which springs up in his native place. It is there that he seeks to be gathered in peace and honor among his kindred and his early friends. And when the weary heart and failing head begin to warn him that the evening of life is drawing on, he turns as fondly as does the infant to the mother’s arms, to sink to sleep in the bosom of the scene of his childhood.

How would it have cheered the spirit of the youthful bard when, wandering forth in disgrace upon a doubtful world, he cast back a heavy look upon his paternal home, could he have foreseen that, before many years, he should return to it covered with renown; that his name should become the boast and glory of his native place; that his ashes should be religiously guarded as its most precious treasure; and that its lessening spire, on which his eyes were fixed in tearful contemplation, should one day become the beacon, towering amidst the gentle landscape, to guide the literary pilgrim of every nation to his tomb!

Not a Proposition

“America is part of the West, and as both a political and cultural order, is not ‘based on a creed’ or ‘derived from a proposition.’ America is neither a ‘universal nation’ nor an ‘experiment’ con-cocted by ideologues. America is the unique and irreplaceable product of centuries of specific racial, historical, and cultural identities. America and its cultural and political identity will endure only so long as the identities that created it and sustain it endure, and when they die, America will die.”

- from “A Statement of Principles” published in The Occidental Quarterly

I was pleased to see some recent articles in The Occidental Quarterly and Middle American News that criticized the propositional nature of the so-called American experiment. No nation can be a propositional nation – a nation based on an idea – and survive. The clarion call in both magazines was for European Americans to realize that their nation was Europe. We are only patriots to the extent that we embrace our European heritage. The American Legion and George Bush form of Constitutional patriotism is really treason.

There will be no counter-revolution in this country until the propositional notion of country is washed away. It will be a welcome cleansing. Standing foursquare against the counterrevolution are the mad-dog liberals, the Evangelical Protestants, and the Irish Catholic Americanists. It is easy to see why the mad-dog liberals want America to remain a propositional nation, but why do the latter groups want it? I would suggest the reason lies in their flawed concept of religion. Both groups have embraced the propositional faith of the medieval scholastics. The Protestants inherited it from our “enlightened” founding fathers, and the Irish Catholics received it from their church. “If God is a propositional God,” the evangelicals and the Irish Catholics reason, “then why not embrace a propositional country?” It is largely pagans who have rejected the false propositional nature of the American experiment because they do not have the same intellectual handicaps that the pseudo-Christians have. The destruction of constitutional America and the restoration of European America can only take place after the defeat of the liberals, the evangelicals, and the Catholics, after which, one will still have to convert the counterrevolutionary pagans to a non-propositional Christianity (which, come to think of it, was the original Christianity of the Europeans).

It seems from whatever side one tackles the ‘Decline of the West’ problem, one is always faced with the same dilemma. In order for the West to become the West again, it is necessary for a man, who is also God, to be born of a virgin, suffer and die, and then to rise from the dead. Eugene O’Neill once wrote a play called "Lazarus Laughed." In the play, O’Neill depicts Lazarus, after he has been redeemed from the grave, as a man without fear. He now knows that he can laugh at death, and the people close to him laugh at death as well. But then the talking begins, the propositional talking: “How do we know Lazarus was actually dead? How does one define death? Maybe it was only an illusion,” etc. And soon no one is laughing any more, not even Lazarus.

That metaphysical laughter is gone from European man. All that remains is a few dirty jokes. And we lost the laughter when we sat down with the scholastics at that great medieval talk show.