Sunday, November 07, 2010

"A Feeling That You Have Been Cheated"

"...Had it always been like this?...Always in your stomach and in your skin there was a kind of protest, a feeling that you had been cheated of something that you had a right to. It was true that he had no memories of anything greatly different...but was it not a sign that this was not the natural order of things, if one's heart sickened at it all?...Why should one feel it to be intolerable unless one had some kind of ancestral memory that things had once been different?"

The society George Orwell described in his classic novel 1984 was one of Stalinist scarcity, whereas ours today is one of Stalinist abundance. Beyond that, the parallels between the author's fictional Oceania and contemporaryAmerica, becoming sharper and more glaring every year, form one of the most eerie and disturbing prophecies in all literature. Every line is worth absorbing (I read the book through at least once a year), but the section quoted above has always struck a particular chord with me.

All of us feel that way, don't we? All of us in the back of our minds and hearts have an instinctive awareness that we have been cheated of a world and a life that is rightfully ours---a White world. The constant sight of muddy faces on the streets and in the stores; the ever-present gabble of Third World languages which have now become the incessant backdrop of American life; the never-ending, niggling little pressures in the workplace to bow down, to burn the pinch of incense before the altars of political correctness; the twinges of inner sickening at the sodomy and perversion all around us. The cheap, tawdry, empty feel of what passes for culture. The corruption and lies and arrogant disdain for normal people in politics which have become so normal that they long ago ceased to shock and are now merely boring.

This is one of the greatest advantages we have in recruiting others to our cause. The present order of things isn't right. It isn't natural. It shouldn't be, and in the deepest recesses of their hearts every White man and woman in America knows things shouldn't be like this.

Some of us are old enough to remember a better way of life. I myself was born in 1953, a few months before the rot set in with Brown vs. Board of Education, but it didn't go bad all at once, and I retain some fleeting childhood memories of what it was really like growing up in the much-maligned Old South, to go to school only with other children of my own race and so never have to worry about being beaten and robbed and bullied. The very idea that I could have come to harm at my elementary or junior high school simply never occurred to me or to my parents. The world wasn't like that, then. I only met drugs, integration, arrogant liberalism, lunatic leftism in the form of the SDS, and general racial reality when our family moved to Chapel Hill in 1968 and I entered a "racially diverse" high school.

I have also had the immense good fortune to travel. I lived in Rhodesia for almost three years, a privilege I will always be thankful for. There I saw and felt and lived what the past must have been like in the high Victorian summer of the British Empire, when White men ruled the world,before the madness of this terrible century began in August of 1914. In Dublin I learned what it was like to live in a major city and be able to walk anywhere, at any time of day or night, and not worry about being assaulted and murdered because of the color of my skin. How many White people today know what that feels like? To walk around a city and not keep a mental map of the black "no-go" neighborhoods in the back of one's mind all the time, constantly trying to stay oriented so you don't cross the wrong street and face death or mutilation?

I have lived in the West of Ireland and on the Isle of Man, where the stone ruins of our ancestors still stand on every hillside, and I have seen the sea and the rocks and the green land as they saw it, not a billboard or a black face or a McDonald's in sight. I have lived a full glorious English summer in Sussex. At these times my heart has told me without hesitation, "This is how it should be for our people."

What I am fortunate enough to have glimpsed, all of you sense exists, and I can assure you that your instincts do not lie. Yes, the past really was better, far better than today. Yes, Aryan people can indeed achieve peace and happiness and freedom to be what their spirits demand of them, and in a few remaining places in the world it can still happen. Yes, the key is race---our people can never be happy or safe in the enforced, equal presence of the mud people, as one quickly learns by contrasting those wonderful Sussex downs with the squalling hybrid squalor and filth of London's multi-racial East End.

They say you can't miss what you never had, but that's not always the case. We all miss the White world of the past in our very genes. Nature intended us to live in an all-White society, to live and love and mate and nurture our children among their own kind, and only among our own kind. Far more than anything else, an all-White society is our right. All other rights spring from that right, and all wrongs spring from the denial of it. No matter how squeaky clean the upper levels of our conscious minds might be washed by the PC thought police, there will always be something in the Aryan spirit that instinctively yearns for that precious White world that we have a right to.


Anonymous fwood1 said...

Another great piece. I know you're working on a fifth Northwest novel, and you probably don't have the time, but I think many people would be interested in some autobiographic articles. "A Racially Conscious American Abroad" perhaps. Hey, I'd read 'em.

3:53 PM  
Anonymous brian boru said...

I always considered 1984 one of the most frightening works of fiction I have ever read. It was frightening precisely because it was so plausible. There really are monsters out there like the rulers of Oceania. The Soviet Union was like that, but at least there the possibility of escape to a free world existed. In 1984 there is no hope of escape because the whole world is like the Soviet Union. The jew dreams of such a world and will impose it if he is not stopped. As bad as Oceania was at least it did not have niggers and wogs in it. I am sure that some terrorised whites who are stuck in nigger-filled hell holes would opt for Oceania if given a choice.
I too remember Rhodesia before the fall. A clean, beautiful, ordered place where the white man was in charge. The niggers stepped aside on the pavement for you and you could go anywhere safely. South Africa and South West Africa were the same. Ireland outside Dublin was 100% white when I was a child. My brother was fourteen before he first saw a nigger. If only all whites everywhere could know how good it is to live always in an all white society the jews' poison would drain away. It's worth fighting for more than any other thing we can do.

3:06 AM  
Blogger Joel said...

This needs to be a pamphlet of some sort. Maybe, once I get one thousand other things done I'll start on that.

5:33 AM  
Anonymous phil said...

Do you have any Orwell quotes (from 1984 or elsewhere) on racial matters? For all his prophecy, brian is correct, there were no niggers or other muds in Oceania. Did Orwell overlook that trend. I find it hard to believe he could not see it coming in one form or another. Was it Jew censorship back in the 40's that kept it out of the classic?

1:59 PM  

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