Foreword • iii
From Myth to Revolution
1. Toward the White Republic • 1
2. The Myth of Our Rebirth • 21
3. The Sword • 31
4. The Edge of the Sword • 40
5. Cù Chulainn in the GPO • 47
6. The Northwest Novels of H. A. Covington • 61
Why I am Not a Conservative
7. Why I Write • 71
8. Three Pillars • 77
9. The Next Conservatism? • 87
10. Against White Reformists • 95
11. Katrina’s Intimation of the End • 100
12. 2009: Crisis or Opportunity? • 107
13. US, SU: Same Scenario? • 126
14. The Hotrod of the Apocalypse • 140
Call to Arms
15. Foreigners Out! • 148
Index • 151
About the Author • 154
I wrote the following proclamation on the afternoon of April 22. That evening I happened upon the video entitled “La révolte des petits blancs,” which had been posted at fr.novopress.com on April 21. Every white nationalist ought to take heart from this video. I was especially moved: My naive proclamation, inspired by ancestors who fought alien interlopers of another kind, seemed suddenly transformed.
Not everything is clear in the video, especially when viewed on the antiquated technology I have at my disposal. But one thing does stand out: Europeans are beginning to resist the invasion.
The video begins with footage from the French Muslim race riots of November 2005. At the time, Jeunesses Identitaires (JI), the video’s producer, announced that it had staged a scouting expedition to the burning, gang-controlled suburbs north of Paris. From what follows, it is evident why these identitarians (“white nationalists” in U.S. parlence) were able to do so.
The video then turns to a daylight scene, apparently from the recent demonstrations against the globalists’ new anti-labor laws. This time we see white youth challenging the black and brown hordes who participated in the anti-globalist demonstrations in order to carry out another of their anti white raids. In one scene, a group of colored thugs attacks a white woman, intending to take her purse. Rather than the usual outcome, this time the tables are turned. A squad of JI pounces on the thugs, giving them a good beating. One identitarians says to the rescued woman: “Remember me: I’m one of the dirty whites (sales blancs)” — a term that leftists, Jews, and the controlled media apply to petits blancs whenever they fight back.
This scene is followed by several others, and then a series of slogans, not all of which I was able to decipher.
“In the face of terror, a single response.”
The “response” is illustrated by a street scene in which JI youth confront a horde of thugs and succeed in driving them from the street. This is followed by shots of a demonstration in which the JI appears in military-like formation, behind a banner bearing a mailed fist. Another series of slogans appear.
“Because we no longer want to see our people live in the misery imposed on them by big capital and ethnic [read Jewish] bankers.”
“Because we live in an age of unprecedented challenges and have an enormous responsibility to history.”
“Because we want the right to live, like every other people, in our own land in our own way.”
“We’ve chosen to resist.”
“Our revolt is legitimate.”
“You will find us wherever the battle breaks out…”
“We refuse to let our people be treated like strangers in their own land.”
“We’re guided by solidarity. A fighting solidarity if need be.”
“Against the multinationals, the corrupt politicians, and the colored scum, JI forms a single bloc.”
These slogans are followed by scenes of more leafletting. And then the secret of this remarkable assertion of white pride is revealed, as we see the JI at its training camp, preparing its members for the street battles to come. The final scene is a torch-lit march in which the JI symbolically takes back the night.
The final slogan: “Join the resistance.”
Below is the text of my proclamation. I wrote it without thought of posting it. But it’s obviously a manifestation of something greater. For in the heartland of our ancient race, the Resistance has at last begun. It is my fervent hope that its spark will be fanned and that the ensuing conflagration will burn away the scum that threatens to engulf us.
The subversion is approaching its tipping point. Our mismanaged lives no longer risk mere exploitation, manipulation, and humiliation, but the terror of extinction.
Though the New Class politicians and the Zionist mafia controlling the corporate, electronic, and brain-washing apparatuses of the existing anti-white system have governed us for decades for the sake of their predatory interests, their perfidy still remains a mystery to most of our benighted people. But what fool among us doesn’t instinctually feel that the foreign hordes — born of a different line and color — are not an imminent threat to our survival?
To those who care to see, it is obvious that if we don’t soon reassert claim to our lands, our biosphere, our destiny, we will die. For the hordes have already begun to control our streets, siphon our wealth, violate our daughters and sisters, soil our culture, and offend everything we hold dear.
They will soon replace us — us being not just the present generation of whites, but those also who have gone before, who have given us Homer and Charles the Hammer, Heidegger and the Aryan horse-masters, the secrets of the atom, the aesthetics of the clipper ship, and the heroism of Degrelle’s Walloons.
The state, liberal or conservative, is the instrument of these subverters and collaborators, beholden as it is to foreigners. It actively promotes the destruction of Europe’s ancient bioculture. It refuses to secure the borders, caters to anti-national interests, wars on those it’s entrusted to defend. The state is no longer the unbending arm of Europe’s destiny, it’s not actually a state at all, only a mercenary enterprise to keeps us down.
The print and electronic media, the universities and high schools, the army of ignorant school teachers and pettifogging professors — purveyors of base instinct and vulgar taste — have, in alliance with the state, corrupted our youth and made us indifferent to our impending demise.
Together, these anti-whites keep open the flood gates, so that all the muddied waters of the world are able to submerge our once green and beautiful lands. Worse: The “welfare” of this refuse, they insist, is our concern — their housing, medical care, education (if the word can be used), and their monthly check — are to come from our pockets because they, the subverters and collaborators, have deemed it so. Never mind that these hordes are bankrupting us, undermining our security, polluting the social scape, making us more vulnerable, more emasculated, more contemptible.
Either we send the aliens back to the god-forsaken places from whence they came or else we die: That is the choice — in all the starkness of its unambiguity.
For the next time it won’t be the vigorous Germanic tribes, the “barbarians,” who will re-start the cycle of white being. It will be the colored savages who have invaded our living spaces. There will be, then, no Lif and Lifthrasir, secure in Yggdrasil’s embrace, to re-found the line, to follow the sun in its darkening descent and in its inevitable rising. There will be nothing, except the chaos and horror we failed to resist.
This is what death means.
Freedom, Hegel says, is the recognition of necessity. If we desire to remain free — free to be who we are, free not to accept the termination of our unique bioculture — we must learn again to worship our gods of war, those spirits standing for what is strongest and most noble in our being. Otherwise, the hideous deities of the darkening tide will seize the reigns.
We must stop lying to ourselves. Our ancestors defended their lands with sword in hand. Have we forgotten this most fundamental principle of human existence?
The gods of war must be our Juggernaut. It’s either that or death.
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