Black Hell

The brutal (brutal is too polite of a word, but words fail me) torture murders of the white Knoxville couple, Channon Christian and Christopher Newscom, at the hands of black savages was not unusual. It has been going on in Africa for the past 60 years (see Anthony Jacob’s book, White Man Think Again) and in this country for the last forty years. And it will not end until white people become a clan.

I was very disheartened recently when I received an email from a white man who was responding to an article I wrote entitled, “To Win or Die with Europe.” In the article I made the point that white people needed a spirit of clannishness rather than a spirit of “democratic humanity.” The emailer thought that our common European heritage was an insufficient starting point for a call to arms. Well, if it isn’t a starting point, I would like to know what is. Europe and America have destroyed themselves with internecine warfare. Surely it is time to turn our faces to the enemy (they’ve seen our backs) and stop devouring our own.

I don’t know if there is anyone else who feels this way, but I must add that I am sick to the very depths of my soul with the ‘wise’ counsel of those who suggest we write petitions and support the Republican Party. What has democracy ever done for my people, for white people? Democracy only makes sense if your society is entirely white; voting then means you are only deciding which group of white people to elect. But when the brutish apes outnumber the whites (which, if you count the whites who have betrayed their race, is the case in the United States) then democracy is not an option. Oh, you might write a petition or file a law suit as a delaying tactic, as the communists do when they are not in power, but ultimately the goal is counter-revolution, not democratic reform.

The white-hating whites who even bother to take note of new, brutal murders will tell us that we must understand, we must be patient, we must recognize the complexities of black culture. But it is the antique white man who does understand. “Here they come, black as hell and thick as grass,” were the words of Private Wall, one of the brave defenders of Rorke’s Drift. The linking of blackness and hell is appropriate. The Scots believed that when the devil visited earth he did so in the form of a black man. If not literally correct, the Scots were certainly metaphysically accurate. A society that lets black savages run rampant to rape, murder, and torture is so close to hell itself that one need not quibble over which is the more hellish. They are one. Lieutenant Chard, also at Rorke’s Drift, in very simple words tells us what we must do in the face of black savagery: “Never say die or surrender.”

When Only One Side Fights a War

On May 20, 1995, an article by Paul Sheehan was printed in The Sydney Morning Herald, an Australian newspaper. The article was entitled, “The Race War of Black Against White.”

The longest war America has ever fought is the Dirty War, and it is not over. It has lasted 30 years so far and claimed more than 25 million victims. It has cost almost as many lives as the Vietnam War. It determined the results of last year’s congressional election.

Yet the American news media do not want to talk about the Dirty War, which remains between the lines and unreported. In fact, to even suggest that the war exists is to be discredited. So let’s start suggesting, immediately.

Mr. Sheehan then goes on to list the horrible carnage that has taken place in the black war against whites. The statistics merely confirm what all whites know, but it is chilling to read the actual body count.

Sheehan concludes with an accurate account of the American establishment’s culpability in the white genocide:

When all the crime figures are calculated, it appears that black Americans have committed at least 170 million crimes against white Americans in the past 30 years. It is the great defining disaster of American life and American ideals since World War II.

All these are facts, yet by simply writing this story, by assembling the facts in this way, I would be deemed a racist by the American news media. It prefers to maintain a paternalistic double-standard in its coverage of black America, a lower standard.

When I published Sheehan’s article about 12 years ago, a gentleman wrote me to ask if I could think of any time in history when there was a war in which only one side was fighting. I couldn’t think of any example. Indeed, I think our situation (along with the other European nations) is unique. And of course it is unique because Europeans are unique. We were the Christ-bearers, the only people to accept Christianity in depth and breadth. When we believed in our civilization and the God-Man who inspired it, we were strong and we protected our sacred civilization and our people. And we were respected and feared by the colored people. But as we ceased to believe in our God, we ceased to believe in our civilization and consequently were no longer willing to take the measures necessary to defend ourselves. The coloreds passionately believe in their various pagan faiths but we no longer believe in our Faith. And please spare me the ridiculous suggestion that we jettison Christ and go back to our Greco-Roman heritage. No, we are irretrievably linked to Him, and a curse on those who would wish it otherwise, and as our passion for Him declines so will our love for European civilization decline. In his book, In Search of England, H. V. Morton has this to say about Tintagel:

I have all my life thought of Tintagel as one of those places which no man should see. For eight hundred years the story of that king who rides down history on a harpstring has soaked itself into the imagination of the English people. Charlemagne for France; Arthur for England. The story grew here. On this grey rock above the sea, Uther Pendragon took that lovely queen, Igerne; and so began the story that ran through medieval Europe challenging the imagination of poet and writer, gathering strength and beauty, to break at last in the splendid climax of the ‘Grail’ music…

Tin-tagel!...

At night, with the moon, falling over the tumbled walls, Tintagel seems more dead than ever: the ruins of Egypt leap to life in the moonlight, so do many of our castles and abbeys; but Tintagel is to be found only within the covers of a book. And I thought, as I looked down on it from the other side of the valley, saw the thin line of light run along the walls, picking out a gateway here and a crumbled corner there, that most of us have belonged to that Round Table – so many of us, in fact, that if Arthur came back to give us youth again and called us out to joyous adventures he would have an army great enough to ride from Camelot to the conquest of the earth.

But he could not make that claim today. Arthur could not find an army to ride with him. In order to do that European man would have to throw away his little paper gods, his constitutions and his catechisms. He would have to place his hand on the sword and swear to fight without ceasing until the heathen were driven into the sea and the true King was on the throne. “But of course that’s just silly, impractical nonsense,” says the empirical man. Well, it might seem impractical, but it really is the only genuine solution to the white man’s dilemma. We have all read the Death of the West books, from Burham to Buchanan. And in the statistical realm, the empirical realm, we are dead. The colored hordes are upon us and they outnumber us. But numbers only matter in the world of the white techno barbarians and the colored barbarians. Since when has a European Christian knight ever been deterred by mere numbers? What did Sir Galahad say?

My good blade carves the casques of men
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.

Look who is at the heart of European civilization. Nothing was impossible for the Europeans, from Charles Martel, to Cortez, to Gordon, and the endless legion of the red cross knights of Europe who rode under His banner to do battle with the barbarian hordes. The blood red tide is loosed because we have attempted to stop the bleeding wounds of Europe with democratic antiseptic instead of a fiery cross. Place the cross on the wound, it will heal. However, to do that we need faith. But I think faith comes from love. If we look at Europe, the real Europe, the Europe of the Christian hearth, the evening lingerings, we will love it. And then we will up and ride, and we will fight, not as the heathen fights, until tired or sated, but we will fight without ceasing until Europe is European again and America is European again.

The Noose Tightens

I first read about the Kevin Lamb story in June 2005. It was one of those stories that made you say, “I knew things were bad, but I didn’t know they were that bad!”

In case you missed it: Kevin Lamb was the managing editor of Human Events, a supposedly conservative newsweekly. After a phone call from the radical Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC), the editors of Human Events gave Lamb his walking papers. What terrible skeleton had the SPLC found in Lamb’s closet that made Human Events fire him? Was it an extramarital affair? Was it a murder? No, it was something much worse. In his free time Kevin Lamb was writing and editing some articles for the Occidental Review.

Now, even if Kevin Lamb were dressing up as a Nazi and attending Hitler youth rallies, he should not have been fired. But the Occidental Review? Have you seen that publication? They very humbly and very politely point out that white people have made a few contributions to the civilization that sustains us all.

The rather surprising factor in the Kevin Lamb firing was that it took only one phone call from a radical organization to get him fired at a “conservative” publication. To me the situation emphasizes the fact that things have slid too far to allow for any compromise on the race issue. In the 50’s and 60’s, it was possible to be polite with well-meaning people who really believed all black people were just like the black people in To Kill a Mockingbird and A Patch of Blue. But one can’t be polite to those people any longer. The issue has become too clear, too deadly clear, to permit country club whites to bask in the warmth of Western culture while simultaneously handing that culture and the people who created it over to savages. It is a war, not one we chose, but a war nonetheless. And in war one must choose a side. The Human Events type of white-hating conservatives have chosen to side with the enemies of the white race. I think the old expression, “Well, at least now I know who my friends are,” applies here. Or maybe it would be more appropriate to say, “At least now I know who my enemies are.”

It was not always thus with conservative publications. In the 1950’s and early 1960’s National Review took an editorial position against the Civil Rights Act and regularly published articles by authors who criticized the black movement and defended segregation. That seems like eons ago now. Today only underground papers criticize blacks and support segregation.

The betrayal occurred because the conservatives were not really conservative. To Buckley and his ilk, only the free market counted. Criticism of the black movement was permitted in the early days because the blacks couched much of their criticism of America in socialistic terminology. It was never the white cultural heritage that National Review wanted to defend, it was capitalism. In fact, one could make the case that conservatives are now even more rabidly anti-white than the liberals because the conservatives are more afraid of being called racists than are liberals.

It’s all pretty sickening. Tennyson longed for a leader that would not lie. I long for a leader that is not afraid to be called a racist.