The toughest book in the white nationalist movement

Among other things, in the last pages of William Pierce’s The Turner Diaries, originally published more than three decades ago, I enjoyed the fate of the feminized westerners in the final, apocalyptic stages of the coming racial wars in North America and Europe.

In his novel Pierce wrote: “For the first time I understand the deepest meaning of what we are doing. I understand now why we cannot fail, no matter what we must do to win and no matter how many of us must perish in doing it. Everything that has been and everything that is yet to be depend on us. We are truly the instruments of God in the fulfillment of his grand design. These may seem like strange words to be coming from me, who has never been religious.”

Pay special attention to those words, because I am not a religious person either. My chosen image at the bottom of this entry (of which I must get a much higher pixelated copy), part of the Florentine Fete murals exhibited at the National Museum of American Illustration, reflects better than a thousand words what we have in mind: the potential divinity of the white race.

To avoid anachronisms, below I slightly edited the final pages of Pierce’s 1978 masterpiece, the toughest book in the white nationalist movement that I know. I also omitted ellipsis between the unquoted paragraphs:

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Food became critically scarce everywhere during the winter. The Blacks lapsed into cannibalism, just as they had in California, while hundreds of thousands of starving Whites, who earlier had ignored the Organization’s call for a rising against the System, began appearing at the borders of the various liberated zones begging for food. The Organization was only able to feed the White populations already under its control by imposing the severest rationing, and it was necessary to turn many of the latecomers away.

Those who were admitted—and that meant only children, women of childbearing age, and able-bodied men willing to fight in the Organization’s ranks—were subjected to much more severe racial screening than had been used to separate Whites from non-Whites in California. It was no longer sufficient to be merely White; in order to eat one had to be judged the bearer of especially valuable genes. In Detroit the practice was first established (and it was later adopted elsewhere) of providing any able-bodied White male who sought admittance to the Organization’s enclave with a hot meal and a bayonet or other edged weapon. His forehead was then marked with an indelible dye, and he was turned out and could be readmitted permanently only by bringing back the head of a freshly killed Black or other non-White. This practice assured that precious food would not be wasted on those who would not or could not add to the Organization’s fighting strength, but it took a terrible toll of the weaker and more decadent White elements. Tens of millions perished during the first half of that year, and the total White population of the country reached a low point of approximately 50 million.

Outside these zones of order and security, the anarchy and savagery grew steadily worse, with the only real authority wielded by marauding bands which preyed on each other and on the unorganized and defenseless masses. Many of these bands were composed of Blacks, Puerto Ricans, Chicanos, and half-White mongrels. In growing numbers, however, Whites also formed bands along racial lines, even without Organization guidance.

As the war of extermination wore on, millions of soft, city-bred, brainwashed Whites gradually began regaining their manhood. The rest died.

The Organization’s growing success was not without its setbacks, of course. One of the most notable of these was the terrible Pittsburgh Massacre. The Organization had established an enclave there in May of that year, forcing the retreat of local System forces, but it did not act swiftly enough in identifying and liquidating the local Jewish element. A number of Jews, in collaboration with White conservatives and liberals, had time to work out a plan of subversion. The consequence was that System troops, aided by their fifth column inside the enclave, recaptured Pittsburgh. The Jews and Blacks then went on a wild rampage of mass murder, reminiscent of the worst excesses of the Jew-instigated Bolshevik Revolution in Russia, 75 years earlier. By the time the blood-orgy ended, virtually every White in the area had either been butchered or forced to flee. The surviving staff members of the Organization’s Pittsburgh Field Command, whose hesitation in dealing with the Jews had brought on the catastrophe, were rounded up and shot by a special disciplinary squad acting on orders from Revolutionary Command.

The only time, after that November, that the Organization was forced to detonate a nuclear weapon on the North American continent was a year later, in Toronto.

Hundreds of thousands of Jews had fled the United States to that Canadian city, making almost a second New York of it and using it as their command center for the war raging to the south. So far as both the Jews and the Organization were concerned, the US-Canadian border had no real significance during the later stages of the Great Revolution, and conditions were only slightly less chaotic north of the border than south of it. Throughout the Dark Years neither the Organization nor the System could hope for a completely decisive advantage over the other, so long as they both retained the capability for nuclear warfare. Then, of course, came the mopping-up period, when the last of the non-White bands were hunted down and exterminated.

With the principal centers of world Jewish power annihilated, and the nuclear threat neutralized, the most important obstacles to the Organization’s worldwide victory were out of the way. From as early as that year the Organization had had active cells in Western Europe.

The disastrous economic collapse in Europe in the spring, following the demise of the System in North America, greatly helped in preparing the European masses morally for the Organization’s final takeover. That takeover came in a great, Europe-wide rush in the summer and fall, as a cleansing hurricane of change swept over the continent, clearing away in a few months the refuse of a millennium or more of alien ideology and a century or more of profound moral and material decadence. The blood flowed ankle-deep in the streets of many of Europe’s great cities momentarily, as the race traitors, the offspring of generations of dysgenic breeding, and hordes of Gastarbeiter met a common fate. Then the great dawn of the New Era broke over the Western world.

As everyone is aware, the bands of mutants which roam the Waste remain a real threat, and it may be another century before the last of them has been eliminated and White colonization has once again established a human presence throughout this vast area.

But it was in that year, according to the chronology of the Old Era—just 110 years after the birth of the Great One—that the dream of a White world finally became a certainty.

The End

Hate movement or survival movement?

The axial year of the 20th century was not 1989. In fact, there were two axial years: 1919 and 1945.

After 1919 most European nationalisms were discredited. And after 1945 all ethnic self-esteem among the white people has been considered anathema in the West.

Occidentals tried thus to revaluate all traditional European values after the First and Second World Wars. White Nationalism can be understood as a reaction against a suicidal reaction. The “white” element in WN is a reaction against the westerners’ reaction to do everything in reverse from Hitler’s Germany (even if with that reversal the train headed by Europeans speeds up right into the precipice). And the “nationalist” element in WN is a reaction against the westerners’ reaction to do everything in reverse from the European nationalisms (even if with such reversal we are welcoming, into our lands, those Muslims who this very day are enmeshed in civil wars at the Middle East).

Just how far have the forces that reacted against the World Wars gone? In the blogosphere I found an hilarious thought-experiment by Sam Dickson:

Our race is longing, our American people is longing, for a home of their own. Is it extreme for us to ask for a homeland for our own people? Is this a hateful proposal, as those who desire our genocide tell us? We need to understand that as far as the establishment that misrules our people all over the world is concerned, the only acceptable position on the future of the white people is genocide.

To those who think this is a nutty comment, I would suggest that you attend the next town hall meeting of your local Congressman or Senator. He need not be a liberal, not some crazed Methodist on Marx or a Marxist on meth, like Hillary Clinton. He could be a white Christian Southern conservative Republican Congressman. During the question and answer period, go to the microphone and say: “Congressman, I am concerned about the tide of non-white immigration, and the low white birthrate in this country and around the world. I’m concerned that our race will become extinct.”

And just see the reaction of that Christian, Southern, conservative member of the establishment. See how you will be shouted down by his followers. See how the guard will be instructed to come and take you out of the room, because you have committed an act of hate by suggesting that your race should be anything other than exterminated.

It is considered per se immoral to advocate the survival of our race. We need to think about that when weighing the claims of our enemies to be the voices of love and tolerance.

That the enemies of our people have managed to sell white nationalism as a “hate movement” speaks volumes about the inversion of reality the westerners suffer in modern day.

European race seriously facing extinction

This post:
an English translation
of a previous incarnation
of my webpage’s index





My last name is French and I may look like an Iberian white, definitively not like a guy with the skin of an Aryan blond or a WASP. Nevertheless, a finding I made the last year with regard to the demographic dilution of the white people—both Nordish whites and Mediterranean whites—transformed my inner life. I refer to the massive importation of non-Caucasians into the West. Such population replacement threatens with extinction the most beautiful specimens of Homo sapiens, like this pair of nymphs that Maxfield Parrish painted beside a youth in more civilized times.

Visualize in your mind the current situation in a pie diagram. The white race covered more than 30 percent of the world population when my grandmother was born. Our generation, the result of the so-called sexual liberation of the 1960s, was reduced to 15 percent and the trend is that both the Nordish and the Mediterranean Caucasians will shrink to 5 percent in the near future! The Demographic Winter of the people of my ethnic group is an issue censored in the media, which fears everything related to race as if it were the devil himself. Understanding the taboo moved me to write a number of entries in my blog (a more extensive treatment appears in hundreds of articles in other blogs, linked to The West’s Darkest Hour).

The population replacement currently being perpetrated in Europe, North America and Australia is the greatest betrayal in history from the elite—government, academia, media—against its people. Along with feminism, such immigration policies for a suicidal population rate are prompted by liberalism, and ideology overrepresented by the members of an ethnic group that owns most of the media (“non-Gentiles”).

What I have read to date in the blogs I linked in The West’s Darkest Hour has made me see that unless we secede to create an ethnic state in, say, North America, or expel the millions of migrants from Europe, the Nordic and the Mediterranean Caucasians are heading toward extinction.

Since combating such treason requires every ounce of our energy, the previous incarnation of this site [my webpage, not this blog] has receded into the background. That does not mean I’ve forgotten what originally motivated me to write. It means that from now on what I write will have as a starting point the West’s darkest hour: even darker than the fall of the Roman Empire because our ethnic group was not endangered then.

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A picture is worth a thousand words. I recently watched the movie The Sound of Music, which I had first seen over forty years ago in the then splendid Manacar Theater of Mexico City. Considering that every day I see in those blogs how hordes of third-worlders invade the European soil, a deep agony covered my spirit when I thought, during the first minutes of the movie, how these once sacred and green Austrian lands are now inundated with a swarm of non-whites.

Take a specific example. The anti-music, which includes not only the black rap but the crappy music composed by brown or white people, reflects the extreme degree of degradation to which we have fallen today. Music is worth a thousand syllogisms. This family scene with the Von Trapp family, the perfect antithesis of the current degeneration, conveys why all and each one of us who identify with high culture in our civilization—exemplified in this Hollywood idealization of Salzburg—must fight.

Not to mention Christopher Plummer and Julie Andrews dancing the Ländler. Every time I see it, albeit in homely mini-screens so far from those great old theaters of yore, I can only think of its antithesis: the heinous “disco” dancing through which, compared with the elegance from a bygone era, makes it evident that the westerners have lowered to truly Dantesque cultural nadirs. If through a radio telescope an extraterrestrial listened such anti-music light-years away, it would be obvious that those who are fond of it are in their final stages of civilizational exhaustion, cultural suicide and spiritual death.

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The guiding theme of the previous incarnation of my site had been the abuse of children by their parents, and the psychiatrists hired by them. I’ve moved most of my critique of psychiatry to an external blog, so that anyone who wishes to offer comments may do it there. “Moved most” I said but not all. In this new page I will publish the first chapters of that book when I have time to review and correct the text. Also, here I will also publish half of another book I wrote about the universal blindness with regard to the hell endured by children at home.

True, I have suffered a genuine political conversion since the last year, when I discovered white nationalism. But something compels me to upload to the Internet texts I had originally intended for the printed press. I am convinced that parental abuse of children and adolescents is related to the hatred that, as adults, many feel for the culture of their parents. Among the people of my ethnic group the transfer of these emotions to runaway liberalism (like this crazy Spanish woman) is related to the darkest hour of our civilization.

The subject is complex, but in my spare time the next days, weeks and perhaps months I will add to this new site [again: my webpage, not this blog] some texts that I wrote thanks to the legacy in depth psychology of Alice Miller and Lloyd deMause.

An ugly duckling in Mexico

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I was born in Mexico and lived most of my life there. Why on Earth, a casual reader may wonder, is a Mexican (or a former Mexican) posting entries on White Nationalism?

The answer is very simple. Long before Lincoln’s blunder, Mestizo America in general—“Latin America” is a misnomer: most “Latin” Americans are no Latins at all, but ugly semi-Indians—and Mexico in particular were the place of the first gigantic multiracial experiments. This happened almost half a millennia ago: the real overture of today’s multicultural tune that is conducting the West straight into the precipice.

The big difference between the English colonizers and the Spaniards is that the former migrated with their whole families, whereas the latter arrived as bachelor soldiers to the Americas, many of them in their twenties. As can be read in the delicious narrative by Bernal Díaz del Castillo, the conquerors passed through the intermediate towns in their way to the magnificent capital of the Aztec Empire. Even during that first journey the natives gave the bachelor soldiers Indian girls as presents to appease them, and very few Spaniards resisted the temptation. Thus the first miscegenations on American soil were consumed a few weeks after the Spanish step on the American continent for the first time in history!

But going back to the question, Why is a “Mexican” posting entries on White Nationalism? Last month, in The Occidental Quarterly the dystopian novelist Alex Kurtagic asked another question: “What will it take for the White people to finally react and take decisive and effective action to change the status quo?” A commenter answered that “popular support for explicit white advocacy will occur in large numbers only if and when Americans are forced to deal with non-whites on a daily basis.”

That’s why.

When I was born in the late 1950s, Mexico City was not the degenerate city that it has become in the twenty-first century. Throughout my life I have witnessed, with horror and uttermost impotence, how the prolific lower classes, composed by semi-Indian mestizos, geometrically bred to the point of turning my lovely town into a nightmarish Metropolis. Let me confess that to find a leptosomatic Iberian white like me is not only extremely rare in Mexico, but in Spain where I lived for more than a year. Leptosomatics with my facial features, true Latins, are more common in France (my last name, Tort, is French). So you can imagine how a lone white swan (for Mexican standards) would have felt among dark ducks: just as the ugly duckling of the tale we tell to our little children in bedtime.

Ugly duckling longs for Swanslake… The amount of inner suffering that the adolescent I was endured trapped in Duckslake is a tragedy that many whites will experiment in their own homelands as alien immigration increases. What happened in Mexico City, which today has about 20 million of semi-Indians as ugly as Neanderthals, will happen in the U.S. The image comes now to my mind of a film in which an aged Henry Fonda said that he didn't consider Los Angeles to be part of the United States.

But in the film Fonda was married to a white woman and the elderly couple had an intelligent daughter. That makes life tolerable. On the other hand, if the commenter to Kurtagic’s article is right, only when a considerable amount of whites go through the existential agonies that I have endured in this brownish inferno (something analogous to Kurtagic’s novel), will the white people react.

Why do I believe that the people in the counter-Jihad movement are incurably myopic? Even if Islam is properly crushed—say, that Mecca is nuked—and the Muslims deported, the West cannot escape from the Mexicanization of the States and the bladerrunerization of Europe.

Unless it completely reverses its axiology.

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P.S. note: I have already used the term “axiology” in these series and will continue to use it in the next entries. Usually defined as meta-ethics, I often use it to refer to the suicidal moral grammar of today’s Westerners; or to my new axiology that, by revaluating all of the current values, enthrones English roses as the ultimate goal in life. (Obviously the swan that I was longed for a swan-like mate.)