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Jean Seberg:
The Making of a White Liberal

Jean Seberg as Joan of Arc in "Saint Joan"

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On January 20, 2009 the first black President of the United States was sworn into office. The man stumbled over the words of his inauguration oath and grinned. President Obama had been voted into office by 43% of the white electorate.

If we have any hope of creating a successful race-based political movement, we need to understand those whites who elected President Obama. Why do they often deny the reality of race? Why can’t they see the failure of racial integration and multiculturalism?

There are many ways to analyze this phenomenon. It may be more fruitful to examine the personal history of individuals rather than impersonal forces such as media ownership and educational bias. A case study of an individual will provide both character traits and environmental influences that may help us determine possible origins of the ‘white liberal mentality’.

The obvious candidates for our study will be politicians, celebrities, and writers. Not only are their personal lives more accessible to the researcher, but the majority are politically liberal. So now we have another question. Why do wealthy, famous, and prominent individuals lean heavily to the left?

The Jewish stranglehold in media and academia is the big reason. Anyone who takes a pro-white political position would be confronted with academic dismissal, media blackout, and threats of physical violence. White advocates such as Kevin MacDonald and Jared Taylor are frequently targets of such methods.

Yet, this only explains the passive acceptance of the liberal orthodoxy. This does not explain why so many intelligent and prominent individuals are not only acceptant of ‘cultural marxism’ but also its advocates. At ‘elite’ universities a full 87% of faculty self-identify as liberal. Robert Jensen, journalism professor at the University of Texas, has gone so far to say, “I want to live in a where I can at least imagine that someday I will be able to stop being white.”

But again, we need to know why these people have such views. So we return to our study of an individual life. But which individual to study? The individual should meet several criteria. The first is a ‘healthy’ childhood. Anyone with a traumatic or abnormal childhood should be excluded from our study. A second criterion should be outspoken support for liberal and left-wing causes, especially of a non-white type.

After a short search I found someone who met these requirements. The subject of our inquiry was born in Marshalltown, Iowa on November 13, 1938. She was raised in a Lutheran household, was fond of animals, and was voted Most Likely to Succeed in high school. On September 8, 1979 her body was found decomposing in the back seat of a car parked in a Paris suburb. After a life of left-wing political activism, a string of failed marriages, and mental instability, Jean Seberg was dead.

The Seberg family came from Swedish immigrants whose original name was Carlson. The name was changed to Seberg because “there were already too many Carlsons in the New World” (McGee 14). One of Jean’s childhood friends remembered the Sebergs fondly. “I always had nice feelings about the Sebergs. Of All my friends’ families, Jean’s was the happy one. Ed Seberg was the traditional father figure, solid and dependable. Dorothy was usually bustling about the kitchen, baking bread and cookies” (Richards 6). This was an ideal existence in a now vanished White America.

The Seberg household was devoutly Lutheran, “attending church every Sunday, without fail; at home, grace preceded each meal” (Richards 6). The children were often sent to Bible study camps during the summer. After being confirmed in the Lutheran church, Jean became a Sunday school teacher in 1952 (McGee 19). Jean would spend the rest of her life doing good deeds and attempting to redeem herself in the eyes of those around her. Perhaps this was the natural conclusion of a small child being taught she was a born-sinner who could only be saved by divine intervention. In her adult life she had less correspondence with Lutheran church leaders and more with the local Rabbi, Sol Serber.

Jean spent her childhood often adopting small animals, helping the elderly, and even tutoring a fellow student who struggled with school. Childhood friend Lynda Haupert later said, “She always had something she was working toward not only to better herself, but society.” But Jean did not limit her kindness to family and friends. Her sister Mary Ann recalled that on a bus trip to her Uncle’s farm, Jean took pity on a man and gave him ten dollars — the only money she had (McGee 20).

This often naive altruism was typical for a small Midwestern town. Jean’s father, Ed, was the town pharmacist. It was not uncommon for him to work after-hours to help a customer. Once he opened the store late at night to get medicine for a woman’s sick baby. Another time he personally took a prescription to an elderly man who had planned to walk to the pharmacy in the rain (McGee 18). Although Jean Seberg would later become a well-traveled celebrity, this small-town altruism would form a key part of her character.

The effect of popular culture also had a personal effect on Jean. She recalled reading a book when she was eight in which a black woman and her daughter were given strange looks while riding a bus. Jean later said, “I understood that racial prejudices existed . . . I saw how far [blacks] were excluded, isolated from the others. I understood the problems of human relations which they had to confront every day and the objects of contempt they had become” (McGee 23).

Jean’s experience with the local black population was limited, as they tended to live in a separate part of town and their behavior in public was restrained by an unstated code of racial conduct that was common to White America. Jean later told Cosmopolitan writer Joan Barthel, “There was a black athlete at our high school who fascinated me. There would always be after game parties at which he’d dance with the white girls. He could hold them as aggressively close as he wanted to, which he sometimes did with a vengeance. But when the dance was over, the iron curtain fell and that was it. One night he asked to walk a white girl home and he [was] beaten up” (McGee 24).

Although racial mixing was unofficially disallowed, the white townsfolk had no hatred of the black citizens. “One winter an abandoned black infant was found frozen in a snow drift. When doctors brought the baby back to life, the miraculous news merited headlines in the Times-Republican” (Richards 12).

At the age of fourteen Jean mailed an application for membership in the Des Moines chapter of the NAACP. Her father cautioned her by saying, “[people] will think you’re a Communist.” Jean replied that she didn’t care what people say. The NAACP, for those unaware, was a Jewish-led organization that received high praise from the American Communist Party for its work on behalf of blacks (Richards 24).

Jean would later say of the incident, “I can think of a thousand reasons for my joining the NAACP that make me sound terrific, but the only valid reason I can think of is a kind of alienation. I was raised in a rather strict atmosphere, and I thought that other people who were alienated in other ways must feel much more deeply” (Richards 14).

This sense of alienation would be explained in more detail to reporter Helen Eustis in a piece for McCall’s. “I’ve never felt as if I belonged here. I know my parents love me — I don’t mean it that way and I know this is silly — but I always felt as if I didn’t fit in. I’d look at all the people in this town who just get up in the morning and go to work and go home to bed and I’d think, if that’s all there is to life, I don’t want it” (Richards 40).

In high school Jean showed both her passion and also talent for acting. She was featured in numerous school plays and productions. Jean became good friends with Marshalltown teacher and theater actress Carol Hollingsworth. Jean was impressed by James Dean’s performance in Rebel Without A Cause and dragged her teacher to the theater with her. When James Dean died she sent a letter of condolence to his aunt and $5 for flowers to be put on his grave. She received a note of thanks for her act of kindness (McGee 26).

Immediately following her graduation from high school she was recommended by teacher Carol Hollingsworth and Bill Fisher, a wealthy local philanthropist, to audition for the role of Joan of Arc in the film Saint Joan. After several auditions in front of director Otto Preminger, Jean was chosen for the role. On her eighteenth birthday, Jean Seberg would be flying from small-town Iowa to New York, and then to London, the location of filming (McGee 39).

Otto Preminger

If Jean found her Lutheran upbringing strict and puritanical, she would absolutely hate life under director Otto Preminger. He was born in Austria to a Jewish family. Although he was not the only major influence in Jean’s life, he was perhaps one of the worst.

Like many people, Preminger would use Jean for his own selfish reasons. Marlon Brando would later say he “wouldn’t work for that bastard, not even for ten million dollars” (McGee 52). Preminger kept a tight control of Jean’s daily schedule during the filming of Saint Joan, even disallowing her to return home for the holidays. Her schedule was so rigid that it excluded her from most social activity. Jean expressed her sense of alienation, “The shock was greatest because I had divorced myself from life in Iowa. My girlfriends had married and led lives that I no longer had any touch with, and I hadn’t developed a circle of friends in the new life I was projected into at seventeen” (McGee 63).

Preminger also verbally and emotionally abused the young Jean, taunting her on the film set. “What’s the matter? Can’t you do this scene?” Preminger later said, “You’re a short thing. What makes you think you can act?” (McGee 42). Maggie McNamara and Dorothy Dandridge, two other actresses who worked with Preminger, were also victim of his abuse. They would both later commit suicide (McGee 53).

Preminger allowed the press onto the set during the filming of the scene where Jean would be burned at the stake. A mechanical error resulted in an accidental fire that left Jean with lifelong scars. Preminger was accused of staging the incident as a publicity stunt. Within twenty-four hours Jean and Preminger were in a car accident. Preminger released photographs after the incident showing him holding Jean’s bandaged hand and smiling. If he hadn’t deliberately staged these incidents for publicity, he was certainly taking advantage of them (McGee 43).

Saint Joan was a failure but Preminger cast Jean again in the film Bonjour Tristesse. Jean met François Moreuil during filming and immediately fell in love with the young French lawyer. After filming was complete, Preminger made no indication of whether he would use Jean in any more films, and she and François moved to New York where Jean could take acting lessons (McGee 55). François gave up his law practice, sold his car, and worked in a darkroom for ten hours a day developing photos. “We were really short of money,” said François (McGee 57).

Jean and François returned to Marshalltown and were married on September 5, 1958 (McGee, 65). At the ceremony François sobbed loudly and kissed his bride on both cheeks. During this marriage François came to realize the extent of Jean’s personal issues. “She was either unhappy because she was making a movie, or unhappy because she wasn’t making one.” he said (McGee 67).

Romain Gary

In 1959 François and Jean were in Los Angeles. They were invited to dine with the French Consul-General, Romain Gary. The ambassador was not really French but rather the son of Lithuanian Jews, his original name being “Kacew.” After moving to France with his mother at the age of 14 he studied law and was granted French citizenship in 1935. In 1938 he joined the French air force and was part of the Free French forces that operated from England. After the war he became an ambassador and writer. He was also a married man (McGee 79).

Gary, who was nearly as old as her father, began quickly pursuing the newly-wed Jean. By early 1960 Jean and François had already begun to grow apart (Richards 94). At this stage Jean’s personality seemed to split into two directions. On one hand she remained the kind, naive, and altruistic small-town girl. On the other hand, she was now willing to abandon her new husband for a much older man.

During this time period Jean also suffered what may have been her first mental breakdown. While driving her to a clinic, François recalls that “With her high heels, she broke all the instruments on the dashboard.” Jean was then placed under psychiatric care. An agreement was reached with Gary that, for Jean’s personal health, no one should see her. Later François learned that Gary had in fact visited Jean while disguised as a doctor. François also believed that Gary “had put Jean under the care of one of his friends who was a psychiatrist to ‘take hold of her’” (McGee 85).

Under Gary’s influence, Jean called François a liar and later returned to Marshalltown to file for a divorce, listing reasons such as irreconcilable differences and cruelty. She also claimed that François, the young Frenchman who wept at his own wedding, was physically abusive. François responded by saying, “My only cruelty consisted of giving up my profession to help further my wife’s career.” Regarding the physical abuse he would only say that “I never hit Jean. Never. I never touched a woman” (McGee 92).

On July 17, 1962 Jean gave birth to Diego, her son by Romain. Because Romain was still married to his first wife, Lesley Blanch, he used his connections to have the date of birth changed to October 23, 1963. Jean and Romain would not be able to marry until October 10, 1963. The child was kept secret from Jean’s family until nearly two years later, and his real birth date was not admitted. It was during Jean’s marriage to Romain Gary that she became involved in leftist causes, especially Black Nationalism (McGee 124).

By the early 1960s Jean was living with Romain Gary in France. He had given up his diplomatic position due to the scandal involving his love affair with Jean and turned to writing novels (McGee, 101). Diego, their secret child, would be raised by a nanny in Spain for most of his early life (McGee 107).

Although Jean’s new life in France would lead to greater film success than she had in America, she nonetheless felt as out of place in France as she did in Marshalltown. “It annoys me when a Frenchman comes up and says, “oh, you’re so unexpectedly Parisian’ He means to compliment me, but I can’t help snapping: ‘I’m an American — Iowa American.’ I can’t imagine pretending to myself that I am anything but American” (McGee 122).

Jean would maintain contact with her family in Iowa despite living in France. On her trips back to the United States in the mid-sixties she was exposed to the growing counter-culture. “[Things] are beginning to happen here. Bob Dylan — a real poet — is somewhat the symbol of the rising generation looking for new values,” Jean said. “As for the Vietnamese war, one finds it’s acceptable for young men who want to avoid [the draft], some of them from highly patriotic families of the Midwest. The beatniks have almost become respectable. Ginsberg is giving lectures at American universities. It’s undeniable: America is waking up.” Two years later she said, “If I had lived in South America I would have fought with Che” (McGee 140).

In 1968 Jean was in Washington D.C. for the filming of Pendulum. On April 4, 1968 Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. The blacks immediately rioted in the capitol and around the nation. “Filming there was dangerous in a way,” the director recalled. “We had a lot of extras dressed in police uniforms for a scene. We had to call off the shooting because when those extras were walking back to wardrobe, they were attacked by black youths.” Jean would lay the blame on whites in a letter to her friend Vony Becker, “The indifference of the white population is almost total. Instead of improving conditions in the ghetto, they are buying arms to defend themselves. You get the impression of being in a profoundly sick country which doesn’t believe in its illness” (McGee 155).

Hakim Jamal

In October of 1968, Jean met Hakim Jamal on a plane trip to Los Angeles. He was born in Boston’s black ghetto in 1931 with the name Allen Donaldson. “Jamal” was a former criminal, alcoholic, and heroin addict. He had cleaned up his image and started a family, and he also now sported a beard and African ‘kofia’ hat. He was involved with the Black Muslim movement and held Malcolm X in high esteem (McGee 174).

Hakim Jamal would eventually become one of Jean’s lovers and political contacts. He would frequently ask for money. It was also through him that Jean became involved with the Black Panther Party. Although Jean later claimed that she took two black nationalists as lovers, their real attachment was to her money (Richards 220).

A mere cursory glance reveals the extent of her contributions to the Black Nationalist movement. She made a financial donation to the Black Panther’s free breakfast program in 1968 (McGee, 176). Later she began giving money to the party in incremental amounts of several thousand dollars at a time (McGee 177). Jean even paid for Hakim Jamal’s overdue membership fees in the Typographical Union in Los Angeles. She paid the fees by personal check, amounting to over $200 (McGee 179). In another instance she gave the Jamal family a personal check for $5,000 (McGee 187). By 1969 the FBI estimated that Jean had contributed at least $10,500 to the Black Panther Party. This is likely much less than the true amount of her contributions. Jean often gave cash and did not openly admit to giving money for fear of losing her career prospects (McGee 186).

But the recipients of Jean’s generosity gave her little but ingratitude. Hakim Jamal’s wife Dorothy said that, “Jean was always renting cars for the Panthers, who generally tore them up.” In one instance Jean received a phone call from Hakim and she was reduced to tears. Her friend, actress Maureen Stapleton, took the phone and interrupted Jamal, “You’re a sonofabitch. Jean is working her ass off for you people, and you don’t appreciate it” (McGee 183).

In January of 1970 Jean was filming Macho Callahan in Mexico. It was there that she had a affair with Carlos Navarra, a radical activist. Separated from her husband Romain Gary but still legally married – she realized she was pregnant. When she returned to France after fiming she began to reconcile with Gary and he would claim the unborn child as his own (Richards 232).

However, due to Jean’s connection with the Black Panthers and other radical Black Nationalist groups, the FBI had begun to monitor her activities. They recorded a phone conversation she had with several Panthers that seemed to indicate, falsely, that one of them was the father of her unborn child. The FBI then decided to leak this information to the press in hopes of turning public opinion against Jean Seberg (Richards 235).

On August 19, 1970 Newsweek published the rumor and a day later the delivery of Jean’s second child, Nina, had begun. The delivery was premature and the child died in the hospital. After the delivery several of her Black Panther “friends” came to her bedside and tried to take her credit cards and money (McGee 206). Romain Gary would later claim the Newsweek article was directly responsible for the death of the child, and would make this part of his libel suit. Jean’s increasingly wild lifestyle and her overdose of sleeping pills on August 7 may have been another cause (Richards 245).

The funeral for baby Nina was held in Marshalltown. Jean confided in Rabbi Sol Serber during her return. “She was unhappy and disturbed. She felt that she had let her parents down. She knew all the gossip going around, and she was afraid it would hurt them,” he said (McGee 211). While in Marshalltown Jean also purchased a two-story, five-bedroom house to house black athletes attending the local community college. The people of Marshalltown initially showed enthusiasm for the idea, donating sheets, beds, and furniture, but there were soon complaints of loud music and parties (McGee 213). Many years later Jean was having financial difficulties and could no longer afford to keep the house. She would entrust Rabbi Serber with its sale (McGee 262).

Jean would eventually have less and less to do with the Black Nationalist movement, especially after the death of Hakim Jamal in 1973. One of Hakim Jamal’s white lovers was Gale Ann Benson, the daughter of a British politician. She came to absolutely worship Jamal and changed her own name to ‘Hale Kimga’, an anagram of Hakim and Gale. They traveled to the Black Nationalist commune in Trinidad, organized by Michael X, a Black Nationalist from Great Britain. While Jamal was away, Michael X and several others stabbed her and buried her in a pit. The reasons for her murder are not as clear as the death of Hakim Jamal, who was claimed by some to have been killed for taking a white ‘wife’ (Richards 303).

Seberg with Dennis Berry (left)

In 1972 Jean Seberg met Dennis Berry, the son of director John Berry. Director John Berry was the son of Jewish immigrants to America, and his birth name was Jak Szold. He would later flee the United States due to his identification as a Communist during the McCarthy investigations and settled in France. His son Dennis spoke “fractured English with a Brooklyn accent” (McGee 229). Less than three weeks after they met, Jean and Dennis flew to Las Vegas and married. Dennis was seven years younger than Jean and was practically broke. Few approved of the marriage.

Dennis made a poor impression on the Seberg family when he and Jean visited Marshalltown for Christmas. “He was very outspoken,” Velma Odegaard said. “He took my brother’s car and wanted to drive around town. He came back and was so unhappy — sort of grumbling. He said ‘I have found out there are absolutely no poor people in this town! No poor people!’ (McGee 233).

By 1977 their marriage was becoming unbearable. They began to argue frequently and this resulted in physical fights (McGee 262). A co-star in one of Jean’s films said “He loved her money more than he loved her.” Even his father made a habit of making expensive long-distance telephone calls whenever he was at Jean’s apartment. Dennis began arguing that Jean should move with him to the United States, and in 1977 she finally threw him out (McGee 264). They never officially divorced, and Jean remained married to Dennis until her death a few years later.

It was during her marriage to Dennis and their subsequent separation that Jean’s mental problems began to develop into a serious handicap. She was taken into multiple clinics and sometimes kept alongside the insane homeless who had nowhere else to go. She had also begun consuming near-lethal quantities of liquor (Richards 334).

Jean met a nineteen year-old Algerian named Ahmed Hasni in 1979. Hasni attempted to get her away from alcohol and cigarettes and helped her prepare for a new film role. But his influence was also domineering and abusive (McGee 275). Hasni took control of what little money Jean had and began beating her. He would be the last person to see Jean alive.

The official story of her death is that she left her apartment early on August 30, 1979 wearing nothing but a sheet, parked her car, then climbed in the back seat and swallowed a lethal overdose of pills. Her autopsy revealed that she had enough alcohol in her body to induce a coma in even the hardest of drinkers. Strangely, there were no liquor bottles in her car. Also, Jean had left her eyeglasses in her apartment, and her friends stated that she could not have driven without them (McGee 299). Nonetheless, the death was officially ruled a suicide, and Jean was buried in France.

What do we make of the tragic death of Jean Seberg? Was she just another typical white person – weak and defective? Is this why Western Civilization is withering and dying across the globe? Is it all our fault?

Jean Seberg was a highly motivated and respected young woman. She displayed many of the best attributes of her race including creativity, motivation, moral values, and ambition. Jean Seberg was an idealistic person looking for a worthy cause. Why did she choose to help Black Nationalists of all people?

Jean’s life was permeated by the ‘culture of critique.’ Television, novels, and popular culture all depicted non-whites as suffering injustice. It seems apparent that Jean, led by her own moral sensibility, was led towards causes like Black Nationalism because her own racial identity had been demonized. Whites are taught that they are a guilty people and their identity is unacceptable. White people are alienated from themselves. That’s our first problem.

Most who spend time around non-whites understand the existence of racial differences. Unfortunately, a natural consequence of forced integration in the United States was white-flight into suburbs – away from non-whites. Children in this environment are living in a bubble. Jean Seberg could only sympathize with blacks because her small-town Midwestern environment was effectively insulated from the greater reality of race. That’s our second problem.

Finally, we are confronted with the Jewish problem. Jean Seberg’s life was notable for its many Jewish influences. Both Romain Gary, her second husband, and Dennis Berry, her third husband, were ‘French’ Jews.  Among Jean’s cultural influences was Bob Dylan, born Robert Allen Zimmerman. She bought his records on trips to America and introduced them to her friends in France. She also spoke positively of the fact that Allen Ginsberg was lecturing at American universities. Ginsberg, for those unaware, was a homosexual poet and member of NAMBLA.

France was like a second home to Jean. In 1968 it was rocked by riots and upheavals which included a student revolt and nationwide strikes, was led primarily by Jews such as Alain Geismar, Daniel Cohn-Bendit, Alain Krivine, and Marc Kravetz. Did this exposure to Jewish radicalism influence Jean’s own thinking?

It is no secret that the ‘Civil Rights’ movement in the United States was dominated by Jews. The NAACP, which Jean joined as a young girl, was so thoroughly dominated by Jews that from 1915 until 1975 every president was Jewish. Stephen Jay Gould and Richard Lewontin, a pair of Jewish ‘scientists’, have worked to ‘prove’ that race doesn’t exist. The Jewish professor Noel Ignatiev has now issued a call to ‘abolish the white race.’

Many things are clearer in hindsight. Perhaps whites would not be dwindling minority in the United States if they had cultivated a pride in their own identity and culture. Further, there are very real differences between whites and other races. We need to understand these differences. Whites are a unique and valuable race. No one has the right to abolish us.

As stated above, we need to spread the truth about racial differences. But race-realism will face tremendous opposition so long as Jewish influence exists within our media and educational system. Thus, our racial awakening will have to occur either simultaneously with our solution of the Jewish Question, or not at all.

Rest in peace, Jean.

Sources

David Richards, Played Out: The Jean Seberg Story, 1981
Garry McGee, Jean Seberg — Breathless, 2008

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7 Comments

  1. Fourmyle of Ceres
    Posted March 3, 2011 at 2:34 pm | Permalink

    One phrase is worth so much more than so much of what has passed for “analysis” by self-identified White Nationalists.

    Sam Davidson wrote:

    Whites are taught that they are a guilty people and their identity is unacceptable(emphasis added).

    Thoughts occupy our Mind, but feelings control our hearts, and our actions.

    …their identity is unacceptable.

    A century of “Progressivism” has acted to (nominally) reduce the tails of the normal distribution, as you might expect from a Managerial State. In fact, the attack has been strongest at the right side of the Bell Curve, because dysgenic practices have been rewarded, even subsidized, by the Managerial Elite.

    …their identity is unacceptable.

    Imagine that all of your actions are controlled by a governor, a circuit-breaker, where the psychological forces needed to perform at the first percentile (on the rght side of the Curve) have been grounded, displaced and replaced with the worship of the Middle, as defined by Others, combined with open contempt for the Best.

    …their identity is unacceptable.

    Little wonder that our young men, our potential Warrior caste, and with them, our potential Warrior-Priests, are retreating into the manufactured fantasies that limit them even further – HALO, World of Warcraft, etc. – to the profitability and greater power of Others.

    …their identity is unacceptable.

    The foundation of anger – and the extreme form of anger, rage – comes from a perception of helplessness, a perception that is “learned” – literally, drilled – into your Mind – at all levels.

    …their identity is unacceptable.

    Why did Jean hate all that was good, gracious, beautiful, and ennobling?

    …their identity is unacceptable.
    The same indoctrination that our Children are exposed to in the name of “education,” every day, an Intention that leads to the genocide of the White Race; in microcosm, with Jean’s “suicide,” and in macrocosm, with the literal genocide of the White Race.

    …their identity is unacceptable.

    We let this happen to us.

    WHO had the power to define this – OUR Identity, OUR Personae, who WE were, who WE are, who WE are becoming – to THEIR satisfaction, and what can we do about it today, starting where we are?

    …their identity is unacceptable.

    Those four words are the reason why the Fourteen Words is so damn important.

    Here are two more words we would do well to keep in mind, before all of our sons and daughters end up like Jean Seberg.

    Focus Northwest.

    We can learn from this.

  2. Bo
    Posted March 3, 2011 at 3:40 pm | Permalink

    “WHO had the power to define this – OUR Identity, OUR Personae, who WE were, who WE are, who WE are becoming – to THEIR satisfaction, and what can we do about it today, starting where we are?”

    Good question, what can we do about it today? Best answer, speak in our white voice in a white-centric way every chance we get (a) to model that behavior for newbies and (b) to lift the taboo on the white voice.

    Then when we have perhaps 5% of the diverse white American peoples enabled and empowered to speak in this way, we should have some kind of representative assembly and see what next steps they want to take.

    Don’t forget that it took 270 years from the Mayflower Compact (1620) to the closing of the frontier (1890). It’s going to take a while this time around, again.

    • Fourmyle of Ceres
      Posted March 4, 2011 at 2:22 pm | Permalink

      In reply to Bo:

      I wrote:

      “WHO had the power to define this – OUR Identity, OUR Personae, who WE were, who WE are, who WE are becoming – to THEIR satisfaction, and what can we do about it today, starting where we are?”

      You replied:

      Good question, what can we do about it today? Best answer, speak in our white voice in a white-centric way every chance we get (a) to model that behavior for newbies and (b) to lift the taboo on the white voice.

      In reply, I think the place to start with, in terms of speaking with a White voice, is to the future of the White Race – and the place to start is with Bob Whitaker’s Mantra, which we can modify as needed to be more effective.

      My focus, for example, is not on the genocide of the White Race, pe se, but on the genocide of White CHILDREN. That last word seems to snap people’s heads back – particularly women – whereas, all too often, “race” seems to be a bit too abstract for them to work with.

      As well, the half-century devaluation of The Brand Called “White” by The Destroyer’s media, and public indoctrination system, requires deliberate countermeme delivery. Whitaker’s Mantra, and it’s attendant debate points, serves as the first line of attack, taking us from playing defense, where we never win, and hope to lose gradually and gracefully, a la Charlie Brown, to playing offense, and bringing a gun to a gunfight.

      You replied:

      Then when we have perhaps 5% of the diverse white American peoples enabled and empowered to speak in this way, we should have some kind of representative assembly and see what next steps they want to take.

      In reply, Pierce hoped for three per cent, but had no idea what to do with it, if he got it. Like a dog chasing a car, even if you caught it, what would you do with it? To their credit, the best of those who worked with Pierce – Linder, Kevin Alfred Strom, White, “Abbott” – all had good ideas, but Pierce strangled these organizational initiatives in the cradle.

      We can do a little better than that; a LOT damn better, because we actually have the outline of as comprehensive a solution as you can imagine, and we CAN imagine, Covington’s Northwest Republic.

      We can start where we are, laying the foundation in our lives so our lives may one day BE the living foundation of a Homeland for our organic nation.

      I don’t think five percent will be as hard to get as i had thought a year ago. Look at the permanently unemployed, and realize those numbers will only go up. They need a Purpose to their lives, but first the illusions they have built their lives, their personae, around, must be shown for what they are. Only then will they be prepared to consider unconventional solutions, beginning with the removal of the consent of the governed, along Ghandian lines, and the transfer of that energy, those resources, to the fulfillment of a much greater destiny than they can imagine.

      Fortunately, Covington has imagined the Foundation for them.

      You wrote:

      Don’t forget that it took 270 years from the Mayflower Compact (1620) to the closing of the frontier (1890). It’s going to take a while this time around, again.

      In reply, note that America’s founding was bipolar – one, based on Family and Faith, at Mayflower, and the other, based on the acquisition of material wealth, at Jamestown. Don’t forget, the Company of Adventurers were all men, whereas the people of the Mayflower Compact were Families who had seen the last of England, with nothing left, and nothing to lose.

      From time to time I have worked for a few minutes, here and there, within the Northwest Republic as an Analytical Framework, and have thought about counterfactual histories, with the like of Bob Mathews as a Founding Father of a Northwest Homeland, after having served successfully in the U. S. Senate.

      Jamestown’s Company of Adventurers, their names all but forgotten, were temporal businessmen; nothing less, and certainly, nothing more. They would be at home in Virginia, which they saw as being nothing more than, at best, a remote extension of London.

      In contrast, the Mayflower Compact Families would be at home in the Northwest Republic – if you think about it for a minute, they were doing just that in microcosm – because they saw their lives as means to the fulfillment of a much greater end, an end that was Transcendent, and thus, metapolitical in nature.

      I like your comment about the closing of the frontier. This happened intellectually, culturally, through the forces of The Destroyer, replacing our Dreams with his Plans, and, in time, destroying our ability to Dream, to Create, and turning us into passive consumers, tied to them by debt that would make a sharecropper ashamed. Our lives, and the lives of our Children, are being sharecropped, and damn, but our Children, and THEIR Children, deserve much damn better.

      A Northwest Republic – a true Homeland, Hell, just the IDEA of a true Homeland – is an excellent place to start.

      We can learn from this.

  3. Joe Rebel
    Posted March 4, 2011 at 1:10 pm | Permalink

    A truly sad, but true story about how liberalism truly eats away at the psyche of whites and destroys their physically and emotionally. If anything though, the day she got involved with the Jewish Hollywood crowd was the real day she died.

  4. Razvan
    Posted March 5, 2011 at 3:44 am | Permalink

    Such a story makes your blood boil.

    The author had a great idea and I think such idea deserves to be materialized into a book telling the stories of different artists destroyed by this cultural virus.

    The pictures and the story of a beautiful and talented woman have a powerful emotional impact and might constitute a good cultural medicine for parents and teenagers alike.

    No matter how good a theory is proved many people will understand much more from a story like this than a tome full of statistics.

  5. Garry McGee
    Posted March 5, 2011 at 5:36 am | Permalink

    Jean Seberg’s death was ruled a “probable suicide” by the coroner because of several unanswered questions.

  6. Lew
    Posted March 5, 2011 at 11:51 am | Permalink

    This article is infuriating, but it provides valuable insight into the poisoning of a young White woman’s mind by Jewish influence. I think trying to understand why so many of our best people embrace this culture’s anti-White worldview by examining individual lives is an idea with a lot of potential.

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