Armed Struggle For White Freedom
[The following e-mail appeared in the Northwest Revolution Forum on May 12th, 2007. I am reproducing it here along with my reply. Owing to the importance of the topic, I am going to leave this one up for a day or two. - HAC]
Subject: Letting The Enemy Choose Our Leaders
Things have gone so far over the past generation, that it is now completely obvious that no peaceful or democratic avenues of change remain open to Americans of European descent. Non-resistance is unthinkable, and before we can engage in genuine resistance to the regime we have to visualize it correctly in our own minds. I therefore propose that from now on, the Movement and Racially Conscious Community as a whole should officially take the attitude that any group or so-called "Great White Leader" who is unwilling or unable at least to discuss armed struggle in theory be regarded as either an active or passive tool of the racial enemy. Such "leaders" are doing the enemy's work by keeping the White man passive in the face of institutional violence and genocide, and they should be regarded as enemy assets.
-Name Withheld for Obvious Reasons
Okay, that's a little more bluntly than even I would have put it, but you make a crucial and valid point. Having made a valid point, now comes the hard part--getting the rest of our Movement "comrades" to listen to a damned word you say. Good luck on that, and let me know how it turns out.
I immediately received several e-mails demanding that I qualify the above reply with all kinds of caveats and disclaimers and "but not now, of courses" and all the other little verbal slides and slithers we always use to avoid discussing this topic seriously.
Guys, in my opinion, we need not only to remove the taboo from discussion of armed struggle within the White racial movement, we need to stop slapping all these ridiculous fig leaves we always slap all over this subject because we're so damned petrified with terror of the FBI, and Jew political thuggery in general. We end up looking utterly ridiculous. We do that anyway, of course, since everybody knows none of us have the balls actually to do anything at all. But for Christ's sake, guys, can we at least try to maintain a little dignity?
By trying to maintain a pretense that we are not really talking about what we're talking about, we're not going to fool anyone among the enemy, we will simply confuse and irritate our friends, and we will once more turn what should be a holy and life-giving cause into a Three Stooges farce.
Guys, I know that there is a right way and a wrong way to do this. I also know that anyone who shows up at your house and starts pulling illegal machine guns and explosives out of his trunk and telling you that "it's time to start the revolution" is a police officer or informant of some kind. You should know this too. If you don't, then you are going to perish, and it's that damned simple. ZOG has wolves loping on our tracks, and they are going to cull the weak and stupid ones from our herd.
I am not "advocating" or "inciting" anything. It would do no good if I did, because White males are simply too soft and weak and stupid and terrified to behave in the manner of the characters in my Northwest novels. Anything attempted right now would simply turn into more Three Stooges farce, because we refuse to address the issue of character and we refuse to exert the necessary effort of will to change ourselves, within ourselves, and remake ourselves into the people our ancestors were. (Then again...at some point in time, we're going to be getting hundreds of thousands of White Iraq veterans released into the population. Hmmm....hold that thought...)
I believe that the time has come for us to at least remove the taboo from words, and to at least attempt to create some kind of intelligent and reality-based dialogue in our community on what it will take to bring an end to the insupportable tyranny under which we live. Obviously, pulling the little lever in the voting booth every four years simply ain't gonna cut it if there's no one there to vote for who is part of the solution and not part of the problem.
If we can get such a dialogue going among the flabby remnants of our White generation, enough of the intellectual run-off might splash downward and into the brains of younger people so that we just might be able to save the Last Generation, Shane Ryan's generation. We are apparently incapable of transfiguring ourselves, but we might be able to transfigure the three year-old Shane and his world.
For those of you who bother to read my novels instead of toss them into a drawer when someone sends them to you with a "nyeh, maybe someday I'll get around to it..." my opinion on matters is clear and, so far at least, expressed with reasonable safety. Thus far Jug-Ears and his little Jewish friends have decided they don't want to open the can of worms which would be involved in prosecuting or even "disappearing" a novelist or dissident writer. Whether Hillary will show me the same indulgence when she gets her turn in 2008, I don't know. I understand that Slow Coming Dark was brought to her attention a year or so after its publication and We Were Not Amused.
I have come to accept that you can't drive a nail with a marshmallow, and that the White people of my generation will never revolt against these monsters. We simply haven't got the chops for it; those who do (or did once) are now too old, and those who are young enough have skulls full of mush and don't know their asses from holes in the ground. There has to be a 180-degree change in our character, and that can't happen until we at least find sufficient remaining hairs on our withered old asses to stand up and speak the truth.
We can't lose our fear sufficiently to revolt--okay, I accept that. Our fear seems to be an intrinsic part of our misery, and we cannot excise it or overcome it. But we can at least beat down and get a sufficient grip on our fear to speak to the Last Generation and to speak the truth, that barring the long-overdue reintroduction of the gun into American politics, America in any form that we or our forefathers would recognize will perish from the face of the earth.
There has always been a sub rosa debate within the Movement as to whether or not the White race deserves to survive at all. You see, we all know in the privacy of our own thoughts what total chickenshit cowards we are. We know quite well that all these excuses we've been making have nothing to do with politics or ideology or strategy and everything to do with our screaming terror of steel handcuffs on our wrists. We know perfectly well what we should have been doing ever since Little Rock in 1958, and we know perfectly well why we haven't been doing it. Life is simply too sweet. The sofa is simply too soft, the beer is too cold, the nachos too salty and tasty, and now that most of us have frittered away our younger years finding lame excuses for being chickenshit cowards, we have the additional excuse that we are too old and "the fight must be left to younger men." We should know. We shoved it onto them ourselves through our unwillingness to do our duty and take the blows and the pain upon ourselves.
Trembling in terror, shitting and pissing ourselves in terror, thumping our tails between out legs in terror of ZOG and ZOG's FBI and prisons like whipped dogs, we must nonetheless somehow find it within ourselves to stand up and speak the truth where our children can hear us.
We have failed them in every other way. We dare not fail them in this.