November 11, 2013
What does it mean to be a White man in today's America? For that matter, what is the essence of 'White Privilege'? I'll tell you what those things mean to me; what kinds of thoughts and fears they bring to my mind and what visceral feelings they evoke. Kind of like:
Being backed into a corner; having your back against the wall.
Staring into the barrel of a gun.
Being 'on the ropes.'
Finding yourself between a rock and a hard place.
Watching the dark clouds approach.
Hearing the roar, then looking up at an oncoming avalanche.
Being overtaken by the wave of a tsunami; being caught up in the flood.
Watching everything just slip away.
Being betrayed -- sold out -- by your friends and neighbors.
Hearing for the first time that your rural next-door neighbor has plans to start up a hog ranch.
And that the guy on the other side of you is putting in a feed lot.
Having the rug pulled out from under you.
As in learning at age 65 that your stockbroker was running a Ponzi scheme and has absconded with your life savings.
Living in an insane asylum -- day after day after day.
Hearing but not seeing the rattlesnake you almost step on.
Realizing that your one and only shot missed the charging Rhino.
Watching your home go up in flames (and not knowing if your wife and children got out).
Feeling your car start to slide toward the edge of an icy mountain road.
Or slamming on your brakes and feeling the pedal go all the way to the floor.
Realizing that you are nearing the end of your rope.
Feeling the point of the sword at your back and knowing that you are nearing the end of the plank.
Looking out over the abyss.
And having the ground give way beneath you.
Or realizing that your chute didn't open.
A feeling of falling; falling; falling.
Realizing that you just stepped in quicksand.
Or that your small boat has sprung a leak and is sinking in the middle of a large lake.
A feeling of sinking; sinking; sinking.
And then suffocating; gasping for your last breath.
Realizing it's not the light at the end of the tunnel but instead that it's the rapidly approaching glare of an oncoming light in the middle of the tunnel.
Being told by your doctor that you (or a loved one) have only six months to live.
Feeling as though you are a 'dead man walking.'
Watching the vultures circle overhead.
Being a member of a defeated people; a citizen of a conquered nation; a lost and lonely soul amidst the devastation of a destroyed civilization.
Being faced with life-threatening problems and limited options.
Realizing that you have just been 'grasping at straws.'
Realizing, belatedly, that now you have to fight or die.
And the devastating realization that at this, the worst moment of your life, you are all alone.
Yes, in the real world in which we are forced to exist, the daily experience of being White in America and partaking of 'White Privilege' can truly be the stuff nightmares are made of. But now the bad news: if we don't start doing something to fix our Jewish problem and win the racial war being waged against us, it is only going to get worse -- much worse -- for us, our mothers and fathers, our sisters and brothers, our wives and children, and for all White people in America and in White countries all over the world.
One more thing we White people need to keep in mind -- the kinds of shocking realization and despair expressed above might help to motivate us (they certainly should), but that won't get the job done. We must communicate relentlessly with our people, wake them up, get more of them to face reality and realize the gravity of the situation, and then take action -- even in the face of great risk -- if we hope to save our societies, our civilization, and our people from degradation and eventual extermination.