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Goodbye Mister White Guy

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There is a general feeling of malaise among native European communities. I was unaware of this as a child, or perhaps it just didn’t exist yet, as I was also unaware of it as a young adult. But now I am sensitive to it, and certainly sensitive to reflecting on my past experiences with fresh eyes, and this will be such a reflection.

Many Europeans already have a feeling of being lost, but do not know why, despite all the statistics which show that something is wrong: rates of divorce, single motherhood, child abuse, rape, murder, general crime, suicide, sexual and gender confusion, and of course identity confusion.

When I was young, I certainly wasn’t told who I was in a deep, meaningful way – what I am, where I come from, and so on. My name was a clue, as you can follow its origins, but that wasn’t explained to me; I had to research it myself when I was old enough to care. My parents are typical gen-Xers, who said nothing about the chain which led to me, nor explained what I was being given or what I should pass on to my children. I have a Deistic mother who rejected Catholicism and a Protestant father who refuses to go to church, only reading the Bible on his own, with no traditional guidance. The same goes for my upbringing concerning race, genes, and nationality. It simply wasn’t spoken about.

I was raised by a single mother, and a strong father who moved on to marry a much more stable woman who I proudly call my second mother. But this story isn’t about me, but rather about a man from my hometown in England.

Out of respect for his family and for him, I shall call this man John. John was from my area, and he was older than me. I have an older sister, and he was closer to her age. It is through her that I knew him, although I only met him a few times. She had known him for years, and even dated him for a short while. Eventually, they broke up, and he moved on, leaving for another country and only returning occasionally to visit his family. My sister ran into him on one of these trips, and he explained that he was ashamed of his past actions and didn’t want to bother her. He just wanted to see his family and leave. After what he had done to her, he felt it was best not to dwell on the past and for both of them to just move on. She was hurt by this, but understood. A few years later, she found out he had committed suicide. She was shocked by this, but I didn’t find it so hard to understand, given that me and my sister don’t use the same pair of glasses to view the world.

I believe the differences in our perspective are due to gender, but also illustrate something about the modern world: she is more emotional, and she understands the world in terms of how people feel. She also wants to have children, either herself or through adoption. My own worldview is based more on history and logic. I see people and patterns, I see groups and the particulars of the people within them. I want children, but they must be mine. By this I mean my wife must be of the same tribe; I want children who look like me, and I want them to share my identity and race through a wife who is also of my race and identity – in other words, I want to add another citizen to my nation. My children will not be citizens of the world, but citizens of their home and people.

In modern times, women are less inclined to care about their children looking like them or whether they will fit into the native population. What matters most to them is that their children are happy, regardless of factors pertaining to location, father, race, nation, or single motherhood. But because of a lack of understanding of the importance of identity, my sister cannot and will not understand John’s suicide. But to explain what I mean, I have to tell John’s story.

John grew up in a majority white, lower-to-middle-working-class area, among tough men who are honest and hardworking and strong women who have many children and treat their local friends with a heart of gold. His upbringing was no doubt rough, as is everyone’s in that area. His entire family were fighters of one sort or another. His brothers were all boxers, and his father was their teacher. His family had a strong and proud English identity: they flew flags outside their home and wore English football t-shirts constantly, clearly seeing football as a form for expressing nationalism in a world that dislikes such displays. This identity was often articulated by what we commonly call today “racism” or thuggishness, in the same way that someone like Tommy Robinson embraces it. In the metropolitan world, this is no longer acceptable.

John often wrote NF (for the National Front) on toilet doors, spoke about his support for the BNP (British National Party), and engaged in risky behavior, such as going to football matches just for the fights. He once spoke about how he would go to the nearby city to drink in a pub. This city is a forty-minute walk from our town. He would walk back early in the morning, stinking drunk, and if he passed anyone on the street, he would start a fight with them just for the kick of it.

This sort of behavior is more self-destructive than competitive. There is nothing wrong with a strong identity and taking pride in your heritage, but he acted like someone who was secretly insecure and lost. He expressed anger at how our area was – and still is – being screwed by immigration, at how unemployment was rising even as we took in Indian, Chinese, Pakistani, and Polish workers who worked for lower salaries, sidelining the natives. He thought the white, working-class natives of England had been abandoned. I dismissed him as a simple, insecure racist. Nevertheless, it is true that our region has been abandoned by the middle and political classes. They refuse to do what the public overwhelmingly want – namely, control immigration and greatly reduce the number of people coming in, so that the natives can have room to breathe and come to terms with the changes that are outpacing us. Our region has seen some of the largest numbers of immigrants in Britain since the 1960s. Wolverhampton, where Enoch Powell made his rise, and Birmingham, where he gave his famous “Rivers of Blood” speech, are not far. These areas are being gang-mauled by pedophile-Pakistani Islamic rape gangs, Somali knife crime, and self-destructive white behavior. John recognized this, and he became more and more self-destructive as his eyes were further opened to all this from experience. It was not something abstract: his home, right in front of his face, was changing and degenerating. I think he became disillusioned, and hope left him more and more each day as he had to watch it continue to happen.

There is a phenomenon in England in which we call people “Asian” in order to extend group blame to an entire racial category, just so we don’t have to talk about Islam. Then, anyone who brings up Islam can be called a racist, because the Islamic community is referred to as Asian instead of as Pakistani or Somalian (the latter of which is one of the worst types of Islamic communities to have in your area). Things like this drove him crazy. He believed he was watching England stop being English.

This became more personal for our family when my sister began dating John. He was unaware that we have a younger sister who is of mixed race. When my mother and father split up, my mom moved on and had a child with a black man. On my mother’s fireplace in my family home, there was a picture of my younger sister’s father. When he saw it, he asked rather bluntly, “Why is there a nigger on your fireplace?” When my older sister explained, he was horrified. He himself had a black friend who everyone called Nigger, and he jokingly referred to himself by this name, too. But it was clear that although John considered him to be something of a friend, he would never let him get any closer. Again, I dismissed him as a simple racist, and thus ignored all his points.

He found out that before my sister had dated him, she had dated a black Muslim. While Islam bothered him, it was more his race that angered him. John explained that he loved her, but didn’t know how to deal with that information. It continued to be a cause for argument, angering and upsetting both of them. He couldn’t understand how she could have done that – to herself, to him, to her nation, her people, and her future children. He couldn’t understand why she had wanted it and didn’t see a problem with it, and why she was willing to make the same mistake our mother had. As a result, they had an on-and-off relationship over several years. He often broke down, and explained that if only she hadn’t done that, he would be able to be with her without any problem.

What he didn’t want was to love and have a family with someone who wasn’t ethnocentric. He was also frustrated by the fact that he wanted all of these things from a woman who was clearly blind to racial loyalty and familial feelings.

While he watched his hometown being destroyed by multiculturalism and his own people being pushed aside, he also watched the local women fetishize black men, speaking of their desire for a “brown baby” just for the novelty, while the local men praised Islam for being masculine, or else spent all of their time destroying themselves with drugs and meaningless sex, lacking any sort of direction and end-goals.

He fell out of contact with my sister, moving to another country to pick up a trade, and got on with his life. He also discovered meditation and began exercising in less explosive ways. As many find out, running and bike-riding are a wonder for the wandering mind, and for him it began a path of reflection with which he had been previously unfamiliar. He began to hate himself, and hated his hate. He hated that he had hurt others, and hated his family’s views. This led him to try to change his ways and himself. It is indeed noble to burn away your weaknesses and overcome your previous thuggishishness. But what was left, once he hated himself? One could argue many things: a new hope for the future, or even a new life, perhaps? For him, however, it took away the one thing that kept him grounded: his identity in terms of race, gender, and nationality.

This new John sought to destroy himself through meditation, thinking his identity was an illusion, like a Buddhist. Little did he know that race is the foundation of identity, and that denying it would lead him to eradicate himself, just as many other young white men are doing right now. You cannot take an axe to the root without destroying the fruit that it bears. We as whites are opting out of existence, of life, as the world crushes us and makes us deny the fundamental facts of our own existence and being.

Do not misunderstand me: John was not a virtuous man, nor would he have made a good member of our movement as he was, but he could have been, and the most depressing fact is that he could have been helped, but wasn’t. He was young, angry, and lost, pouring his racial and national pride into football: the last bastion of overt nationalism left in England. But this last bastion is not the hill to hang yourself on; rather, it is a pool of wasted energy which could better serve our nation if it were expressed openly, in relation to racial identity, instead of through sports euphemisms. This is what a young, poor, white male has been reduced to. If men set standards and women enforce them, then we native English men must pick our wives wisely. Not only could John have been saved, but he could have saved a woman from the specters of miscegenation and single motherhood which haunt European women today. He could have become a hero and saved a woman with a bad history; that is the only way we are going to save ourselves and rise up against our weaknesses – and those who abuse our weaknesses.

We must be those who march on for England while the rest of the world pushes back against us. What they want, and must not get, is a great big goodbye from Mister White Guy. The only possible last bastion for white people is ourselves, and so long as we exist and affirm this truth, there is always hope.

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19 Comments

  1. Europa
    Posted January 14, 2019 at 11:49 pm | Permalink

    These comments are uplifting. Sometimes I cant check the main page for updates as it depresses me, not by the content -thats wonderful- yet by the fact I feel alone or most are against us. These pointers are exactly what I need to give me hope

    Matthew, 35, Australia.

  2. Posted January 12, 2019 at 10:07 pm | Permalink

    We lack an ethnocentric faith like Judaism. Without such an institution, we have no organization nor much of a community to support each other. It’s very sad and will be our doom in my opinion.

    Poor John and may he RIP.

    • Strepsiadis
      Posted January 13, 2019 at 6:21 pm | Permalink

      We already have one, and it’s called Christianity. The Old Testament is the story of a highly ethnocentric group of people whose laws, experiences and failures are meant to be instructive to us. It’s part of the bible for a reason. It’s true we no longer have to keep the Mosaic Law as laid down in the Pentateuch (regarding ritual purity and dietary requirements), but the rest of the OT remains good law. Christ himself preaches that he did not come to overturn the law, but to affirm it. In a sense, loyalty to our ethnic kin (loving thy neighbour) is obligatory. Up until several decades ago, this wouldn’t have been controversial in any way.

      The neo-Puritan heresy passing itself off as Christianity today is a suicide cult serving the interests of the global elite. I know Greg Johnson likes to object that this is a kind of ‘no true Christian’ fallacy, but why returning to an idealised form of paganism or creating a new faith ex-nihilo is any easier than returning to a better understanding of the faith we’ve still got is beyond me. And it’s pointless if you believe the Christian God is real (which I do believe).

      Anyway, I didn’t intend to derail the discussion of the above article by getting into another debate about religion. I agree that we do need to become spiritually ‘healthy’ again, and recover our faith, but I would object to the idea that we should follow modern Jews (who essentially worship their race, not God).

      • Posted January 14, 2019 at 3:54 pm | Permalink

        Can I ask (?): out of the 52 sermons a year (of whichever particular denomination of Christianity to which you belong), is there a single minute devoted to discussing the state of the White race, and the British people, for example?

        • Posted January 15, 2019 at 7:50 pm | Permalink

          In other words, Jews have faith in themselves and their nation (where they do nothing but talk about their people and nation in their synagogues), whereas we’re expected to have faith in a Roman version of the Jewish messiah, where there is no discussion of our people and nation(s) (in our version of synagogues – churches).

          It’s a very old system designed by the ancient Roman emperors, maintained by the national Monarchies who came after, and today, now that those two powers are gone, it’s time we updated things so that we have an institution for people like John and myself to connect, so that we actually have “a people” again, so we continue to have pride in our nation, maybe even have a family.

  3. Peter
    Posted January 11, 2019 at 6:21 pm | Permalink

    she had dated a black Muslim… He couldn’t understand how she could have done that – to herself, to him, to her nation, her people, and her future children

    My suggestion as always: mixed-race couples are not allowed in White countries. I expect that the females will then actually desist from dating POCs.
    Point being: it brings back the cause and effect relationship: POC means low standard of living. Date a POC, have low standard of living; don´t think you date a POC and live a White life-style.

    The peculiarity of our situation is that our enemy is not jews and POCs but our fellow-Whites: it is them who vote the establisment into office, it is them who don´t join a popular uprising, a general strike, to end White Genocide.
    My suggestion: make POC perceptible. Illustrate what POC means: decay, rot; show pictures of Detroit. We know that liberal Whites think again when they are actually confronted with POC. The media arm of the resistance is thus the most important.

  4. Maximus
    Posted January 11, 2019 at 11:40 am | Permalink

    Personally Im a creative black pilled WN. My way of life is constant refinement, spiritual practice, hard physical training, reading, enjoying classical European culture and so. I live in my own stoic martial Apollonian bubble.

    Concrete examples on how to integrate Apollonian ideals into your life are to read, write, lift weights, eat healthy, dress well, and encourage classic, beautiful art and architecture, while boycotting its opposites.

    I don’t care that much about the jewified modern Kali Yuga. It will stay for a long time. White people of quality which is in my book white people with conviction and insight will save themselves in a way or another anyway.

    We just have to accept the fact that everything is getting darker, a lot worse, more degenerate and downhill. It is exactly there true white nationalist and traditional strength begins. All we can do is surf the Kali Yuga. See each other in WN meetings and gatherings, inspire and encourage each other and always have an open door to the ones who are willing to listen and want to be a part of our white Cosa Nostra. But for the rest, I don´t give a damn. Let it all burn.

    The way I see it, white self hate and ethnic masochism is the worst. Those pc whites truly from the bottom of their hearts want this society. They are not brainwashed or helpless. They want it the way Gollum want the Ring Let them have it. Be an Apollonian Ronin.

  5. Scott Bauer
    Posted January 11, 2019 at 8:16 am | Permalink

    The endlessly nagging problem, for us young guys (25 here) is that none of us know what to actually DO. Anglin thinks we should do the infiltration bit and get good careers, but if you tell the truth about anything even once, your career is over. You have to make a second class citizen out of yourself in order to do well economically, which just fuels more anger that, if we ever let slip, we are back to nothing. We have to act like eunuchs in order to survive, but it is that exact behaviour which will kill us faster. Any attempt to reassert yourself as a white man will be swiftly and unfairly beaten down, and usually result in even your own people denouncing you. It is difficult not to become blackpilled, losing hope daily like John in the article, when there’s seems to be NOTHING we can actually do. Except for the unmentionable things.

    • Gordo
      Posted January 11, 2019 at 9:06 am | Permalink

      It can be fun to be the saboteur, to fly under the radar, to troll society and career.

      Read ‘The Wasp’ to see what one man can do.

      • Scott Bauer
        Posted January 11, 2019 at 10:34 am | Permalink

        Who is it by?

        • Gordo
          Posted January 12, 2019 at 5:56 am | Permalink

          Eric Frank Russell

    • John Haase
      Posted January 11, 2019 at 1:00 pm | Permalink

      Moreover: if you work let‘s say eight hours per day for Google and when you return home you relax and then work one or two hours for „The Cause“ – whom are you helping more?

      You cannot live rightly in a wrong life.

    • Captain John Charity Spring MA
      Posted January 11, 2019 at 2:20 pm | Permalink

      Imagine yourself as Bond behind enemy lines.

    • Sandy
      Posted January 11, 2019 at 8:07 pm | Permalink

      Sometimes its best to do nothing. One of the greatest stock market players ever, was Jesse Livermore. A famous quote of his is:

      Men who can both be right and sit tight are uncommon. I found it one of the hardest things to learn. But it is only after a stock operator has firmly grasped this that he can make big money.

      You could get his autobiography from your local library. Reminiscences of a Stock Operator.

    • drogger
      Posted January 12, 2019 at 2:33 pm | Permalink

      This is the kicker – no one can tell you what to do. You can only get suggestions and ideas and find your own path and hope it bears fruit. You’ve got to find what you’re capable of and what fits you and then what are your limits. No one knows that but yourself, and even then you won’t know until you do it.

      Me, personally, it’s having white kids. That is what I have right now, and that is what I will do. If you can do that, you’ve done your part. What I did before? I trolled Twitter for years pushing white genocide and white nationalism. Thinks change as your life changes.

      Others like Greg write about the importance of white nationalism. Others do radio. Podcasts. Music. Activism.

      Frankly, I get tired when people say we MUST do this and THAT guy is wrong. Everyone must do what they can for the white race within their abilities and comfort and limitations. And all of those things change as we age.

      Good luck. Find what you can.

    • Julien
      Posted January 12, 2019 at 3:44 pm | Permalink

      Most of the people around me at the offices I have worked in know I am something of a WN, because the way I talk reveals my preoccupations, and I’m otherwise a sly person. I’m about a thousand times more likely than anyone else to bring up culture and race with reference to everyday phenomena.

      I like to think that people simply knowing that I think the way I do is progress, though it could also give our enemies a perverse pleasure in knowing I’m not allowed to say anything directly. The job is a throwaway as I’ve never had any intention of being a career man, but as the article highlights, changing the minds of normies requires a really good hook so I can’t just go spouting off.

      • Wanred
        Posted January 13, 2019 at 8:25 am | Permalink

        That’s pretty good, you’re shifting the Overton window of everyone involved by simply bringing up taboo subjects every now and then. I wonder if any of the people you work with have changed their point of view because of it or at least started to question the poison they swallow every day.

        From time to time I find other whites who carefully denounce Islam, immigration and the likes. They will carefully probe to see what your opinion is and when you’ve given them that secret handshake in the form of acknowledgement, the criticism comes rolling out unabated. So very worried about being considered racist … I sometimes forget that’s still pretty much the status quo and remember myself that I need to watch my mouth.

        I’d say every WN should be self-employed and have multiple contractors to prevent being ostracized. Learn a trade and make yourself indispensable. If you’re still single, what have you got to lose any way?

        Go build something. Hopefully, one day, you’ll be able to employee sympathetic whites or at least not have to live with the constant fear of being doxed by your so-called colleagues. What a horrible feeling that must be.

    • Gunnar von Cowtown
      Posted January 13, 2019 at 8:39 am | Permalink

      Scotty, It’s not quite that dire, and you don’t need to act like a eunuch. I’ve been successfully infiltrating for over a decade.

      1. Hide your power level until you’re finished with probation or what ever the employer calls the time period where new employees can be easily fired.

      2. And this is important…. Do your job well. Excel where ever possible. Become the guy your co-workers rely on.

      3. Don’t be a eunuch. Be overtly masculine, yet charming. Feminine women love this, shitlib women love this, POC women love this, gay dudes and even bulldykes love this. What ever else one might say about him, Heartiste is 100% correct about the effectiveness of amused mastery. Beware the hetero shitlib male, he is driven by envy and ressentiment.

      Have the gravitas to back it up, though. Every office has times when hard, masculine work is needed. Lift the heavy things, do the dirty work and let them see you do it.

      4. Push back. Don’t go all 1488 GTKRWN, but state your counterpoint clearly and firmly. You don’t have to win the argument and you don’t need to win converts. Dissent, even respectful dissent, is cancer to the hivemind. Let real talk slip where appropriate, and play the factions against one another. POC women have a natural antagonism to white feminists. Make temporary alliances where you find them. Win any small battle you can. We’re playing a long game. Very long.

      Brief success story; I was able to shut down all discussion of the 2016 election by counter-signalling a cat lady’s rant against Trump before the primaries were over. I explained my position firmly and unapologetically. I didn’t change her mind, but everyone thought twice from that point forward. Also, I’m currently up for a promotion.

      A guy who used to write here once wrote, “Life is struggle? No, struggle is life.”
      Suit up and get in the game. It’s a lot more fun than you think.

    • Strepsiadis
      Posted January 13, 2019 at 5:12 pm | Permalink

      I understand the part about getting blackpilled – one of the difficult things about our current situation is everything’s so vague and confusing. In a sense it would be easier if there was a foreign army approaching our borders, and all we had to do was pick up our sword, shield and pike and march to the battlefield.

      That said, despair is not useful. For a start, think of the huge amount of resources that goes into suppressing nationalism. It’s a multi-billion dollar, 24/7 propaganda campaign involving constant surveillance and censorship, and it’s still failing. A lot of it relies on gas-lighting and getting us to believe that it’s all hopeless (as noted in the final paragraph of the article), so we shouldn’t be playing into their hands.

      I’d agree with Gunnar’s comment – as frustrating as things are, there’s plenty you can do. Learn to fight, get fit, network with other ethno-nationalists (to keep yourself sane mainly, but also so you can help each other find jobs and brainstorm ideas), study philosophy, become a charismatic individual with resources to devote to the cause. We need that more than we need obese thugs starting fights at protests.

      The current system is unsustainable, so I imagine some kind of collapse is inevitable at some point (for which we should prepare). At the same time, I think there’s some merit to Anglin’s proposal for a kind of ‘long march’ through the institutions. How much easier would Trump have had things if there were a sympathetic bureaucracy already in place!

      I don’t want to come across as a Vladimir Putin fanboy, and of course his was a unique situation, but he worked within the KGB during the days of the USSR. As part of his job he was constantly exposed to a lot of the material and information which would’ve been forbidden for most citizens. After the collapse, he now has institutional support and a whole network of people in the intelligence and military services. I’ve heard Father Matthew Raphael Johnson (of the Orthodox Nationalist) attribute these factors to why he hasn’t been overthrown despite constantly defying the US and the Judaeo-Anglo World Order.

      This might be beyond most of us, but we can still work on reaching positions where we can hire other ethno-nationalists, or at least donate a few shekels to the cause when payday comes around.

      Also remember, a lot of whites may be uncomfortable with overt racism (even I am, to some extent), but our views are more common than we often think. Deep down, most whites are still incredibly uncomfortable with having our countries filled up with non-whites.

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