Sep 24, 2015

The Anti-White Narrative Is Collapsing

via TradYouth

Roosh has an excellent new video which chronicles just how much progress we’ve all made in the past few years, and how the credibility crisis is accelerating rapidly.

Toward the end of the video, he speculates on what their next move might be. Looking globally and historically, I disagree with his assumption that they’ll figure out some way to shut us all down. Doing so isn’t technologically feasible. It’s not logistically feasible. It would leave our large and growing audiences frustrated and radicalized in the wake of the purge, however it would be accomplished. It would risk a Streisand Effect of drawing even more attention to our messages than we already receive.
Most importantly, it would be unnecessary.

Silencing America’s New Right would be child’s play, and they have a wealth of experience in how to go about it from defeating and delaying Europe’s New Right projects for decades. Just when social nationalist political projects begin to gain steam in a given country, an alternative project emerges with startling rapidity, solid financing, and none of the backbiting and bickering that plagues authentic identitarian initiatives. Despite superficially appearing to be nationalist, they enjoy that ineffable “respectability” that the hostile elites only dole out to their fellow travelers.

They whip up a slick, well-organized, well-funded, and well-spoken populist campaign which leads the masses away from the authentic projects, then leads them around in circles until the mood passes. As rapidly and mysteriously as the project emerged, it vanishes, with the elites’ status quo firmly intact. That’s the archetypal pattern, though it made more sense in France to simply purchase and repurpose Front National than it made to start from scratch.

This raises two questions for authentic neo-reactionaries:

How do we distinguish controlled opposition from the authentic opposition? 

  • More Polished Leadership
True believers are selected for their fortitude, not for their congeniality. Somebody crafting a slick controlled opposition group to redirect nationalism wouldn’t select an unattractive man with a long trail of controversy and gossip which inevitably accompanies a man who’s been prominently involved in a marginal subculture for an extended period of time. If TradYouth ever receives a controlled opposition competitor, one can be assured that its leadership will be more attractive and polished than myself.
  • Morally Toxic Demagoguery
Supposedly, that’s what we have on offer. I don’t think it is, but there will be no mistaking it when it comes from the controlled opposition. It will be aimed at collateral damage targets. They won’t make arguments that Whites have a right to exist in Europe, they’ll make arguments that Islam itself is a vile creed to be attacked both at home and abroad to protect “Western Civilization.” Frustration about illegal immigration won’t be directed at the Jewish Lobby, the Chamber of Commerce, or their bedfellows in Mexico’s castizo elites. It’ll be directed at the migrants themselves, directing the anger away from the men opening the floodgates to the economic migrants themselves.

We have no monopoly on vulgar racial hatred, and the oligarchs are more than happy to leverage it to full effect when it suits them.
  • Culture and Optics, not Blood and Soil
They’ll steer the conversation in classical liberal and market-friendly directions to the extent that the situation allows, insisting that the West must be preserved not because Western (read: White) people have a natural right to exist, but because we have a bundle of Enlightenment/Mercantile values that “those people” lack. This achieves two prerogatives for the controlled opposition, shifting the conversation from identity to ideology and encouraging those frustrated about the invasion to cling to their classical liberal ideologies all the more strongly, falsely believing that the invaders threaten our “freedom” and “equality” rather than our women and cities.
  • Jew-Friendly Conspiracy Quackery
All you’ve gotta do to throw the vast majority of people off of the trail is take the exceedingly well-documented and abundantly obvious machinations of the Judeo-Masonic oligarchs and perform a Ctrl-H on the document to replace “Jews” with either a false or unfalsifiable abstract target. Alex Jones prefers “the elites,” David Icke prefers “the reptilians,” Leftists prefer “the 1%.” Get creative, and vigorously shadow box with this imaginary opposition to keep the audience entertained. If it’s not naming the specific oligarchs (an integrally “anti-semitic” act), then it’s not to be trusted.

How do we defeat the controlled opposition?

The first step is, of course, identifying them. The second step is to generally trust the judgment of those with the most backstory. The controlled opposition can buy whatever it wants to appear legitimate, but one of the more difficult things to buy is an extensive history of struggle. Most people don’t even consider this, and they’re eager to ditch the old worn-out leadership for the polished new leadership who are more attractive and (superficially) successful.

Stick with the devil you know.

Folks prefer roundabouts to four-way stops partially because folks would rather go around in circles than come to a complete stop and wait. When this process happens, and I agree with Roosh’s prediction that it’s coming, those of us in the old guard will do better for ourselves to shrewdly stick to a long-term strategy and wait the cyclical process out. With each iteration, people will gradually approach that tipping point in the credibility crisis where they will instinctively sense when they’re being played.

The Donald Trump campaign represents one such loop down the spiral toward an authentic populist revolt. Note how a large subset of the population have so completely lost faith in the mainstream media narrative that they’re outright immune to the attacks on Trump…regardless of how apparently damning or provocative. They don’t care about what the Beltway weasels at NRO say about Trump any more than an infatuated girl cares about the jilted ex-boyfriend’s accusations against her new heartthrob.

Trump is seizing upon a popular phenomenon which has been percolating for several years on the American right, and the phenomenon can be expected, like a hotspot volcanic island chain, to bubble up to the surface somewhere else a little farther down the line after Donald Trump’s political project has run its course. I have no special insight into whether he’ll blow it within the next few weeks or whether he’ll be a wildly popular two term President. What I do know is that where Trump’s at right now won’t be populist enough or identitarian enough to satisfy the Zeitgeist in the future, just as the Ron Paul and Tea Party movements are now quietly eroding back into the sea of political irrelevance.

We will defeat the controlled opposition by staying the course, manning our posts, and sticking to our particular variations on the overarching theme of faith, family, and folk against the Modern World and its Jewish oligarchs. We will be defeated by attempting to get too clever with our angles, eagerly hopping onto every new train promising forward motion which turns out to be  carnival trolley leading us in circles, and impatiently resorting to premature and poorly considered political aggression.

I reconciled to myself rather early on that this would likely be a lifelong struggle with dim prospects for perhaps partial success. While there’s some truth to the truism that visualizing impending success helps bring it about, it’s also true that our people, White folks, have an acute vulnerability when it comes to patience. While our opponents habitually think in generational terms, we’re more inclined to expect and demand instant gratification. We must account for and correct for that (likely congenital) defect in our nature.

I’m as stoked about how rapidly everything is moving along as Roosh is, but my feeling is that we’re at the early stage of a historical process which will require several more years of grueling activist labor, involving multiple false starts and setbacks, before we’re in a position to achieve even our most modest goals. A Greek proverb states that, “A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they’ll never sit in.” That attitude is how we’ll defeat the controlled opposition, by standing our ground and patiently struggling for truth, tribe, and tradition regardless of the obstacles or odds.

A Message to all Jews and Their White Acolytes/Enablers: The Tables Are Turning

via The End of Zion

After World War II, the Jews and all of their perverted gentile allies went hog wild on Western society, effectively turning it into a cesspit of degeneracy and anti-Whiteness in just a few short decades.

Many normal White people watched this transformation with much dread and trepidation – in fact, the majority has always been wholeheartedly against it – and some even actively fought to prevent it.

But they were completely on the defensive – “reactionaries” – and they were no match for the fanatical radicals who were acting in a frothing, religious fervor to remake society into a more “tolerable” one for every rapacious kike, pervert, primitive ape and lowlife scumbag whose morals didn’t mesh with the White, Christian majority.

The climate that has been brought about by the machinations of these natural enemies of civilization is now leading to the complete destruction of the entire White race and worldwide chaos. The race that invented electricity and rocket ships and satellites is being destroyed in favor of a race whose pinnacle of accomplishment was mud huts and blow darts, led by that other race of hook-nosed villains whose only legacy is destroying and exploiting everything they have ever been allowed access to.


The race that never bothered to quit practicing cannibalism…

And the race that literally mutilates and sucks on the bloody penises of their own babies…

Have, since World War II, defeated the race that went to the moon, virtually without a shot being fired.
What is wrong with this picture? How could this have happened?

Again, this happened because the White race lacked the vigilance necessary to prevent it. Whites were seemingly sitting on top, and they were living in a level of wealth and comfort which was possibly higher than any other time in history. Jews took over all of our top universities virtually unchallenged due to the charge of “anti-Semitism” becoming the biggest taboo following the incredible wave of lies about World War II, and they then began indoctrinating hordes of bored, young, pampered White men into dedicating their lives to seeking material pleasure – i.e. endless sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll – and rebelling against their parents, who were in turn themselves also living in this excess wealth and comfort and so were incapable or unwilling to properly deal with the problem at hand.

Our envious enemies – namely Jews, Blacks, and sex perverts – also exploited our inborn sense of fairness and empathy by ruthlessly playing on our emotions and instilling feelings of guilt in us through endless charges of “discrimination,” “racism,” “anti-Semitism” and the like – charges that have only intensified over the years – to the point that many of us have come to accept the destruction of our society and the death of our race as some kind of just retribution for the alleged sins of ours and our ancestors.

This all began mainly in the late 50s and early 60s and, of course, the system that the conservative Whites were defending back then wasn’t perfect or even operating in their interest by any means, but it was certainly, in their eyes, better than the opposite, the radical communism and degeneracy that the left was promoting.

It’s the same today, except vice versa. Many defenders of the system, these hordes of liberals and SJW-types might not be a fan of George Soros, or some of the more ridiculous leftist policies, but to them it’s still much better than the opposite – hardcore fascism – so they stand by and defend the entire system anyway.

To put it more clearly: leftists might not like the parasitic bankers who have and are currently destroying Greece’s economy, but they aren’t going to be rallying behind Golden Dawn any time soon, and your average White in the 60s may have disliked the Vietnam War, but that didn’t mean they would join a pro-Communist rally with the likes of Jew radicals like Jerry Rubin.


Rather than being immediately thrown into a concentration camp for being an open subversive and a smelly hippie, this Jew Jerry Rubin was allowed to do incalculable damage to our society and culture.

“Our tactic is to send niggers and longhair scum invading white middle-class homes, fucking on the living room floor, crashing on the chandeliers, spewing sperm on the Jesus pictures, breaking the furniture, and smashing Sunday school napalm-blood Amerika [sic] forever.” – Actual words written in Rubin’s book that was not only published, but also widely distributed in America.

Rubin’s book featured an introduction by Eldridge Cleaver, the Black liberal hero and media darling who gleefully wrote that raping White women is “an insurrectionary act.”
But now the tables are turning. The anti-White agenda has gotten too extreme, and too obvious, and White people are getting fed up. The recent cuckservative meme phenomenon is symbolic of this. There is no fighting it. You enemies of the White race now act like deer in headlights, and are silly putty in our hands, from now on, because now you are the reactionaries, and we are the revolutionaries, and as such, we will not – and cannot – be stopped.

There’s only one way to stop us: round us all up tomorrow and put us in gulags and/or torture and execute us. We are already legion, and we are growing by the day. This time next year we will have double our number, and then soon enough double that, and so on. Best you should nip that in the bud before it gets out of hand, before the Great White Sleeping Giant awakens to devour everything that stands in its way.

But now that I think of it, you would already have done that, obviously, if you could’ve (silencing the opposition with maximum force has clearly been your modus operandi since day one). You weren’t waiting for my go ahead, you just don’t have the power to do that. And it doesn’t look like that’s going to change any time soon, what with the internet and everything, and the fact that we only get stronger by the day while your narrative only becomes weaker and more desperate.

So how are you going to pull this off, the complete destruction of the White race? I guess the plan is just to swamp us with non-Whites until we are miscegenated or outright slaughtered out of existence, huh? Great! That’s like pouring fuel on our fire! We love it, we on the right, give us more! Nothing else has managed to awaken our brainwashed, suicidal people en masse just yet, so we’ll take all the help we can get, let me tell you.

Good luck with that!

Or here’s another idea: put out some more anti-White propaganda. Yeah, that’ll do it. Really ramp it up. Instead of making Whites more and more angry and alienated they’ll just feel even more guilty. It won’t push them into our camp.

Yeah, sure.

Looks like you’re going to have to go to plan B, Jews. But you don’t have any plan B do you?

Well, we have a plan for you…


It’ll be good times…

(RNS1-JULY 24) On June 20, Breanna Mitchell posted a selfie on the grounds of the Auschwitz Concentration Camp. For use with RNS-AUSCHWITZ-SELFIE transmitted July 24, 2014. Photo courtesy Breanna Mitchell

…we promise…
We already own every comment section and the entire narrative of the internet (and nobody cares about anything except the internet anymore), and we are going to continue to do so. Because you’ll never match our fanaticism and devotion to our cause while you sit comfortably in your leftist paradise. Believe me, we have nothing to lose at this point.

Your only recourse is to shut down comment sections to try and silence us, and then we just scream “censorship!” (like the kikes did when they were fighting to legalize pornography) and gain even more sympathy, attention, support and determination.

The days of the Jerry Rubins are over (Rubin was victorious and, once his work was done, despite all of his talk about “smashing capitalism,” he went to work on Wall Street and became a multimillionaire), and nobody trusts Jews anymore anyway. Now all you have is ghetto Negroes and SJWs who are just amusing and do our work for us by being so incredibly weird and extreme.

This is you:


And this is us:
Members of the extreme-right Golden Dawn party stand around a stage while leader of the party Nikolaos Mihaloliakos delivers a speech during a gathering in Athens February 2, 2013. Photo by Milos Bicanski /Getty Images

And we’re coming for you.

Idi Amin and His Jewish Enablers

via The Occidental Observer

White diplomats bowing down to president Amin
whilst reciting ‘Oath of Allegiance’ to him as
a ruler of Uganda
Although Idi Amin’s penchant for Scotland has been glamourized in Hollywood film (1), the incontrovertible role Israel played in the demagogue’s ascent to power has all but been omitted from the annals of history. Like Nelson Mandela, and other African leaders at the forefront of the continent’s de-colonization and liberation movements, Amin received much of his military training in Israel; first as a paratrooper with the IDF, then with Mossad and Israeli Secret Police.

Idi Amin Dada Oumee was President of Uganda from 25 January 1971 to 11 April 1979. His tenure in office is characterised by egregious human rights violations, repression of non-Muslims, sectarian violence, and the ethnic cleansing of Uganda’s minority populations. Amin oversaw the killing of hundreds of thousands of his countrymen, the nation’s Anglican archbishop, chief judge, and an assortment of political rivals, as well as wives and lovers — with whom he’s said to have sired more than five dozen children. In total, Amnesty International estimates Amin’s terror squads murdered more than half a million Ugandans during the mad dictator’s eight year reign of brutality.

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Amin, wives and children

Within 18 months of seizing control of the country, Amin declared an economic war on the nation’s non-indigenous population — a set of calamitous policies which included the expropriation of businesses and properties owned by Asians and Europeans and transfer of wealth to Amin and his Muslim cronies, or “mafuta mingi.” (2) Confiscating businesses, expropriating property, decimating infrastructure, ravaging Uganda’s national economy and killing anyone in his path are undeniable facets of Amin’s Black Nationalist historical legacy. What was concealed, however, was Amin’s link to Israel — a nation positioning itself to become the leader of a decolonised African superstate.

African Decolonisation

Decolonisation of Africa followed World War II as nation states vied for independence, and weakened colonial powers withdrew their administrators from the region. The United States, Soviet Union, Israel and China were eager to see the Old World out of Africa, and the new one in. There were resources and nations to exploit, arms to sell, and, particularly in Israel’s case, crucial geostrategic alliances to forge. The world’s former colonial powers and burgeoning superpowers had operatives stationed across the Dark Continent, courting the newly empowered and insidiously corrupt African heads of state.

Amin was no exception. Decolonization in no way meant political and financial disengagement from Africa. On the contrary, nation states were still to be controlled by colonial powers, just with Black figures at the helm. One can contrast the financial opportunities in post-colonial Africa to the early days of Empire, when private firms like the British East India Company were able to exploit the Indian subcontinent without consequence, simply by allying themselves with Islamic Zamindars and Nawaabs.(3) African leaders certainly presented more malleable targets than British civil service officers, who were obliged to look after their native subjects and report their actions to the Crown. The only difference was the competition. Instead of French, German and Spanish colonial rivals vying for power and control of resources in sub-Saharan Africa, the Americans, Soviets, Chinese and Israelis had entered the fold.

Although Pan-Africanism, espoused by Black leaders from both ends of the political spectrum, would have catastrophic ramifications for Africa’s minority populations and the Black masses that relied upon their endeavours for sustenance, it presented a glorious opportunity for the newcomers— especially Israel, whose interest in Amin was especially strong. Amin provided Israel with not only access to resources and a well-connected ally, but crucially, a Black African leader who, it hoped, would one day speak for all of Sub-Saharan Africa. Pan Africanism was a burgeoning phenomenon, and Amin — formerly trained by the British in the art of soldiering and international politicking — was its charismatic figurehead.

Tikun Olam author and Israeli journalist, Richard Silverstein, writes, “Africa has for decades been a playground for Israel: both in the literal sense as a spot for Israelis to play in the sun (Kenya, Zanzibar, Sharm el-Sheikh—not technically in Africa, but Egypt is); and in the figurative sense regarding Israeli diplomats and spies who’ve woven their webs of intrigue there.  In the days of Ben Gurion, he saw Africa as a weight to counter the hostile influence of the Arab world.  That’s why Israeli development and aid projects were so intensively pursued in the 1950s and 60s.”


Although most Israelis viewed sub-Saharan “Cushi” (4) in a less than favourable light and records demonstrate an initial reluctance to deal with Black African leaders, Israel would successfully infiltrate several burgeoning African liberation movements. Idi Amin, Mandela and Mugabe were just a few of the leaders Israel would court. After all, who knows more about Western European oppression than Jews? This was in fact an entry-tactic Israeli operatives would employ during the grooming process. The fact that many in the Ashkenazi Israeli ruling class had light hair, light eyes and spoke with thick Brooklyn accents, and the Israelis themselves were colonisers with bloodlines from Central and Eastern Europe, was lost on the likes of anti-Whites like Amin and Mugabe.

Israel-Uganda Relations

Great Britain’s rule over Uganda ended on October 9, 1962. Idi Amin, the country’s top-ranked Black soldier, positioned himself alongside Prime Minister President, Milton Obote, who in April of the same year had been appointed Prime Minister by then Governor-General of Uganda, Sir Walter Coutts.

With Obote’s support, Amin would quickly rise the through the ranks. In 1963 Amin served as a special trainee of the Israeli Defence Forces, earning his paratrooper wings.  Amin spent well over two years training with the Israelis during the 1960’s. By the mid-sixties he had taken complete control of Uganda’s military and its police, and he had been named the nation’s top general. Together, he and Obote restructured Uganda’s government, with Prime Minister Obote penning the laws, and Amin enforcing them. By the mid-sixties, Amin was in charge of Uganda’s extensive Central African smuggling operations, no doubt utilising some of the tactics he’d picked up during his time in Israel.

When on the 25 January 1971 Major-General Amin announced on Kampala radio that he’d seized power from Obote — who was overseas at the time, most assumed that Amin’s allies in Ted Heath’s Tory government were behind the coup. Obote, who was a staunch opponent of British arms sales to South Africa, had fallen out of favour with Great Britain. His very public haranguing of Heath that week at the Commonwealth summit in Singapore seemed the likely motivation behind Britain’s deal with Amin. However, British Foreign Office papers released in 2002 pointed their finger squarely at Israel.

British Historian Richard Dowden wrote:
The initial telegrams to London from the High Commissioner in Kampala, Richard Slater, showed a man shocked and bewildered by the coup. But he quickly turned to the man who he thought might know what was going on; Colonel Bar-Lev, the Israeli defence attaché. He found the Israeli colonel with Amin. They had spent the morning of the coup together.
Another of Slater’s telegrams stated that according to Colonel Bar-Lev, the Israelis had “moved quickly to consolidate the coup”, adding, “Amin is now firmly in control of all elements of army [sic] which controls vital points in Uganda. The Israeli defence attaché discounts any possibility of moves against Amin.”
Slater told colleagues in Whitehall (6), that Bar-Lev had explained “in considerable detail” how “all potential foci of resistance, both up-country and in Kampala, had been eliminated.”

Dr. Arye Oded, of the Jerusalem Center for Public Affairs writes:
Indeed, as chief of staff Amin had had good relations with Israeli military officers and was considered a friend of Israel. As noted, he had taken a paratroopers’ course in Israel. Israelis gave him the name Hagai Ne’eman, which means reliable helmsman and is a Hebrew translation of the Swahili name Idi Amin. Moreover, as a member of the Kakwa tribe located near the border with Sudan, Amin supported the southern Sudanese rebels with whom he had an ethnic affinity. He shared the Israelis’ interest in aiding the southern Sudanese rebellion, whereas Obote was more cautious and even requested that Israel stop all assistance to the southern Sudanese through Uganda.
The close cooperation between Amin and the Israelis, especially with the then head of the Israeli military mission, Colonel Baruch Bar-Lev, along with Israel’s displeasure with Obote, led some to infer that Israel helped Amin in his coup. Obote himself publicly accused Israel of doing so.  Historians and other commentators, however, denied such allegations and emphasize other factors involving developments within Uganda and the strained relationship between Obote and Amin.  One such historian is Michael Lofchie. (5) (JCPA, Jewish Political Studies Review 18:3-4, Oct 1, 2006)
In fact shortly after consolidating power, Amin embarked on his first foreign trip — a state visit to Israel, where he met with Israeli Prime Minster Golda Meir. Meir was reportedly shocked at what she referred to as “Amin’s shopping list for arms” (The Seventies Unplugged: A Kaleidoscopic Look at a Violent Decade, by Gerard DeGroot, May 20, 2011). In spite of Ms Meir’s supposed concerns, Amin left the Holy Land with a personal jet, tanks and hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of small arms.

Although Israel’s involvement in his removal was being suppressed by the Western media, President Obote continued to claim that Amin’s coup had been facilitated by the Israelis. Obote told the international press that his former General had been running sideline operations for the Israelis for years — supplying arms and ammunition to the Sudanese rebels in the south of the country from money he’d no doubt procured smuggling ivory and gold out of the Congo — and that once Obote had relieved Amin of his duties, Israel had set the wheels in motion for the coup. Unsurprisingly, Israel denied the allegations. (7)

Although Britain had little to do with the coup itself, Whitehall welcomed the Israeli endeavour with unreserved enthusiasm. “General Amin has certainly removed from the African scene one of our most implacable enemies in matters affecting Southern Africa…” wrote one enthusiastic Foreign Office clerical official.

And he was not alone. The man who’d campaigned most aggressively for Britain to back Amin’s campaign in Sudan and against Obote, with arms and intelligence, was Bruce McKenzie, a former RAF pilot turned MI6 agent. McKenzie, MI6’s senior Africa operator, had deep ties to the Israelis. He’d flown to Israel shortly after the coup in order to procure permission from the Israelis to back Amin’s move against Obote.
After convening with Israel’s military attaché to Uganda, he reported, “The way is now clear for our High Commission in Kampala to get close to Amin.” Amin had McKenzie executed a few years later. (Palestine Information with Provenance — PIWP database, Oct 2009)
Although the Israelis officially denied any involvement at the time, the Jewish Telegraphic Agency (JTA) did confirm that “Israel had sent technicians, military instructors and engineers to aid Uganda” and that other Israelis had gone to the country “to do business immediately after Amin’s military campaign.” It was also confirmed that “Amin had several Israeli personal and political advisors as well as a Knesset handler and Mossad contact on “24 hour standby.” (JTA Archives, 1971)

Still, in spite of all Israel had invested in Amin, bilateral relations between Kampala and Tel-Aviv quickly soured. The unstable Amin, infuriated by Obote’s refusal to stand down silently, expressed military ambitions against neighbouring Tanzania, where Obote had fled. Amin immediately asked his closest ally, Israel, for funding and fighter jets to launch the attack, as well as to publicly support his efforts, as they’d done in his ascent to power.  However, the Jewish state passed.

It appears that it was at this juncture that Amin first reached out to Libya, where a young Muammar Gadhafi would give him financial aid in return for his loyalty. The Soviet Union quickly followed suit and thus began the shift in Ugandan foreign policy, souring of relations with Israel, and the omnipresent anti-Israeli blowback.

In response to what Amin viewed as a betrayal, the Ugandan dictator expelled Israel’s diplomatic military adviser to the country. As a sign of his new allegiance with the Arab world, Amin, himself a converted Muslim, expelled more than 500 Israelis from Uganda, before officially severing all diplomatic ties with the Jewish state. Amin then proceeded to shut down every synagogue in Uganda, embarking on a campaign of persecution against Uganda’s indigenous Jewish population, the Abayudaya. Within a few years the nation’s Jews, along with their Indian and Anglo compatriots (or should I say competitors), were expelled from the country.

Amin wasn’t done. In a 1974 French-made-documentary, entitled President and General Amin Dada: A Self Portrait, Amin outlined his plans for a future Pan–African war against Israel, using paratroopers, bombers and suicide squadrons — to be funded by his backers in Libya and the Mid East. Amin then embarked on a massive public relations campaign in the Arab world, courting Libya, Iran, the Saudis, Egyptians and displaced Palestinians along with the Soviets, to pursue his goal. (8) “Arab victory in the war with Israel is inevitable and Prime Minister of Israel, Mrs. Golda Meir’s only recourse is to tuck up her knickers and run away in the direction of New York and Washington,” Amin proclaimed to the Arab world.

Amin also praised former Chancellor of Germany, Adolf Hitler, for his “Final Solution to the Jewish question” claiming only total annihilation of Israel would result in world peace. Although it is certainly common for world powers to infiltrate unstable nations of geostrategic importance, the fact that Amin’s relations with Israel were hidden for almost three decades is what inspired me to write this piece.

The issue for me is not that the Israelis were behind Amin’s rise to power or that they’ve had a hand in propping up some of the worst exemplars of failed African leadership, it’s just that the world was kept in the dark about their involvement.
1. Amin named four of his nine sons, Mackintosh , Maclaren, Campbell and Mackenzie, commissioned bagpipers and Black American jazz musicians to perform in his personal kilt-clad Highland-themed marching band; he also designated a jet to go on the now legendary single malt whisky runs, even declared himself king of the country where he had received  much of his military training in Stirling.
2. Mafuta Mingi, in Swahili, literally translated as “too much fat.” Amin transferred money and property he stole from non-indigenous Ugandans and distributed it to his cronies, the vast majority of whom were Muslim of Nubian or Kakwa origin.
3. Titles given by Mughal Emperors to semi-autonomous Muslim rulers.
4. Hebrew pejorative used to denote Cushitic people or Blacks. President Obama is often referred to as Cushi by Israelis, has even been referred to as Cushi by Israeli politicians.  Chief Israeli Rabbi Dov Lior regularly refers to US President Barack Obama as a “Cushi” of the West. He also compared Obama to Haman – mortal enemy of the Jews in the Book of Esther as well as generalised Europeans as “Nazi collaborators.”
5. Professor Lofchie — a specialist in comparative politics and African studies, is the Chairman of UCLA’s International Development Studies Academic Program. He served as the Director of the James S. Coleman African Studies Center from 1978 to 1989. His view on Israel’s role in Amin’s rise to power is of enormous importance, as Lofchie is widely regarded as one of the pre-eminent post-colonial African historians.
6. Whitehall is a road in the City of Westminster, in central London, running from the Houses of Parliament to Trafalgar Square.  As most of Britain’s Government Ministries are situated along the thoroughfare,”Whitehall” is often utilised as a metonym for general British governmental administration.
7. One of my great uncles worked in Uganda for years as a chemist on a coffee plantation. The management team that ran the enterprise were Jews from New York. They summarily dismissed the idea of Israeli involvement in the coup. When asked about the rumours circulating in Uganda’s elite circles, they would label them as conspiratorial, even anti-Semitic, claiming Israel’s military personnel in Uganda were solely advisers and had no connection to the coup. I recall discussing this period of history with him before his death in 2002.
8. Amin would eventually retire in the lap of luxury in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, with a half-dozen of his children. He never faced trial for his crimes against humanity.

On the @DavidAFrench & @NancyAFrench affair & race – #cuckservative #nrorevolt

via Occam's Razor

David A. French of National Review recently published a piece criticizing the alt-right and Ann Coulter (he even quoted at length this piece from Occam’s Razor).  And as can be expected, there was an enormous uproar on social media, with many people criticizing David as a cuckservative since he decided to adopt an African child instead of birthing more of his own children.  David French responds here, employing the usual cliches of cuckservatism.

For instance: “We defend a culture, not a race.”

David should really read up on human biodiveristy.  Race and culture are inseparable, as I recently pointed out in this reply to Rod Dreher.  Race is the root, culture the flower.  As Cochran & Harpending argue in the 10,000 Year Explosion (free PDF), race and culture have co-evolved. It’s what others are now calling gene-culture co-evolution.  Culture is not some abstract cloud living apart from humans; it’s a part of humans and reflects genetic dispositions.  (Some interesting charts mapping the genetic distances between human races are here.)

On to transracial adoption.  Take this for what it’s worth, but I’ve heard rumors that Nancy French, the wife, was the one who really pushed for the African adoption.  Apparently, she was heavily influenced by cuckservative Russell Moore, a noted “conservative” Southern Baptist leader.  Russell Moore has for years been trying to cajole whites into not having white babies but to adopt children of color instead.  (Moore also is pro-Third World immigration and criticizes churches that are “too white”).  This general trend among mainstream Christianity (which is equally pronounced among Catholics, such as Cardinal Dolan and Pope Francis supporting the Third World invasion of the West) is a maladaptive, suicidal ideology.  You essentially have Christian leaders telling their white parishioners that they want them extinguished.

If I were David French and the rumors are true, I’d seriously consider divorce. Even if one is morally opposed to divorce, traditionalist societies have allowed for divorce in cases of infidelity and failure to issue offspring.  This would fall under the latter case, since David’s wife is essentially saying she would rather raise the spawn of some random African than David’s own seed.  While she may no longer be able to have children, I assume that David is.  He could find a fertile younger white wife and further his genetic line.  Let Nancy raise the dindu by herself.

But I assume this will never happen and David will remain cucked for the rest of his life.

Beverly Shelley and Leigh Anne Tuohy: Hollywood Couldn't Script More "Virtue Signaling" Monsters if It Tried

via Stuff Black People Don't Like

The Tuohy with their adopted black "son"
and their real children
It would be wrong to keep talking about Beverly Shelley if it weren't so right: because sometimes reality is far more horrific than any horror movie could ever hope to be, providing real scares and chills that aren't scripted.

Her husband is dead, but she's busy forgiving her husband's three black killers and working to help other black kids in Memphis out whose own parental units (sperm donor and mother) have all but forgotten about. [David Waters: The might and mercy of a murder victim’s widow, Memphis Commercial Appeal, 9-18-2015]:

Bev Shelley spent another morning in court this week, another grueling day inside the criminal justice system.
She doesn't know how many trips she's made from her home in Piperton to 201 Poplar over the past two years. Too many to count. Too many to remember.
She doesn't have to be there, prosecutors tell her. Due process can be a maddeningly slow and stressful process, especially in a murder case.
She thanks them and tells them she wants to follow it through. She wants to keep vigil for J.P., her murdered husband, the father of their two children, a cherished son, brother and friend.
She also wants to see and hear the young defendants, Derek, Corey and Thomas — she calls them by their first names — to find some balm for her anger, some relief for her grief, some glimmer of hope.
"It's all so sad, all of it," Shelley said Thursday morning outside Judge Mark Ward's courtroom with her father, J.P.'s mother and sister, and Darlin Fugit, the mother of David Santucci, a 27-year-old man who was shot to death during a robbery two months before J.P.
"I just want it to be over. All of these lives destroyed, not just my husband, but Derek and Corey and Thomas. My family. Their families. It didn't have to happen. It doesn't have to happen again. We all have to work to fix this."
Shelley is working as hard as she can.
She was in court last month when Derek Cunningham Jr., accused of firing the fatal shot, pleaded guilty to second-degree murder and aggravated robbery. He was sentenced to 30 years in prison without parole.
She was there Thursday morning when Corey Sandifer, accused of robbing at gunpoint another man at the scene, pleaded guilty to the same charges. He was sentenced to 15 years in prison without parole.
She plans to be there next month when Thomas Moss, accused of driving Corey and Derek to the scene, is scheduled to be in court the day after the second anniversary of J.P. Shelley's murder.
She also plans to be at the courthouse next week to support Fugit when one of the young men accused of killing her son is scheduled to go on trial.
After the 42-year-old contractor was killed in October 2013, Fugit reached out to Shelley on Facebook. They soon became members of each other's support group.
"We share a common horror story," Shelley said.
The horror of a normal day that so suddenly and irreversibly changed every other day that followed.
Shelley went to work that morning at Southwind Elementary. J.P. dropped their daughter off at preschool. He planned to get home early to help with their son's seventh birthday party.
He stopped at the bank, then went with a painter to check on a Parkway Village house he was renovating. The house was less than a mile from the first house Bev and J.P. bought after they were married in 1995.
"I didn't even know he was going there that day," she said. "You just go to work and think everything's OK. Then I started getting all these texts from a number I didn't recognize."
Later that day, she told the children their daddy had an accident at work and was going to be in heaven with Jesus, like their grandmother. A week later, she told them what really happened.
"At first, I wanted vengeance," she said. "I was so angry.
Angry that her husband was killed at 11:30 on a school morning.
"Derek was 15, Corey 16 and Thomas 17 when this happened," she said. "Why weren't they in school?"
Angry that her husband was killed by three teenagers who had been arrested numerous times before, on charges that included assault, robbery and truancy.
"Derek had 16 prior criminal offenses, some violent. Why wasn't he in jail?"
Angry that anyone could do something so horrific, so heartless.
"J.P. would do anything to help anyone. He would have helped every one of those boys, if they had asked for his help. I think he'd want to help them even now."
She goes to court to represent J.P. and to look for a glimpse of hope, a glimmer of humanity.
She found it in a letter she got from Derek.
"He said he was sorry," Shelley said. "I'm glad he did that. When I watched him the first time in court and when I saw his Facebook page, he didn't seem to have a heart.
There is a person in there. I hope he can turn his life around."
She found it in a gesture Corey made one morning in court.
"He turned and looked at me and mouthed the words, 'I'm sorry.' I know he is. I can see it in his face. He hasn't tried to fight the charges. He's admitted what he did was wrong and he's facing the consequences."
She also finds hope in her volunteer work for JIFF, a faith-based mentoring program for court-appointed teenage boys who have had at least three criminal offenses.
She started working for JIFF a few months after J.P. was murdered.
"When she starts talking to those kids, they listen," said Richard Graham, JIFF's executive director. "Some of them start crying. Some ask if they can pray for her. It's amazing," Graham said.
Shelley said she can't walk away, from the process or the problem.
"I want justice for J.P., but that doesn't mean I can't have a forgiving heart," she said.
"I want to honor J.P.'s memory and spirit. I want to do something to make a difference so this doesn't happen again to someone else. This has to stop."
Forget Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Turn off Freaks. Lay off Carrie and Psycho. The Wicker Man has absolutely nothing on human sacrifice when you consider what John Palmer "J.P." Shelley's death represents.

Night of the Living Dead is for wimps, when you learn the story of Beverly Shelley empathizing with her husband's three black killers.

But Shelley's story pales in comparison to the true macabre tale of Leigh Anne Tuohy.

Remember her? She's the white female living in suburban Memphis Sandra Bullock famously played in The Blind Side, the true story presenting to the world the tale of Michael Oher.

In perhaps the most disgusting part of Michael Lewis' book, we learn how Tuohy wanted to create a foundation for only black inner-city athletes so they could escape their individual poor choices and be insulated in a shelter of privilege only white people's money could afford:
The inner city of Memphis alone teemed with kids whose athletic ability had market value. Very few ever reached their market value. If Michael Oher's talent could be missed - whose couldn't? Those poor black kids were like left tackles: people whose value was hidden in plain sight.

Leigh Anne thought about this, a lot. And one morning in early 2006 Sean [her husband] was interrupted from lifting himself out of bed by his wife, who was brandishing the sports section of the morning paper. The Memphis Commercial Appeal had reported the story of a young man Arthur Sallis. Sallis had been the star fullback on Memphis's East High team, which had been state champions in 1999 and runners-up in 200. He'd averaged, incredibly, more than 10 yards a carry. "When I'm dreaming," he once told a reporter, "I'm suiting up and going on the field. It's like there's no stopping me. It's like I can't go down." Before Sallis's senior year, his high school coach Wayne Randall received phone calls from every head coach in the SEC.

Sallis had been offered scholarships by the University of Kentucky and Ole Miss, but he never took them. His grades were poor, and he was disqualified by NCAA rules. Prevented by the NCAA from going to college on a football scholarship Sallis had stayed home, in his old neighborhood, on the west side of Memphis.

In this Arthur Sallis was only typical. As it happened, East High - Sallis's public school - had been part of a study made of Memphis inner-city athletes. The study revealed that, for every six public school kids with the ability to play college sports, five failed to qualify academically. What was unusual about Arthur Sallis was the persistence of his desire to make something of his life, in spite of the odds against him. He never knew his father, and his mother was an alcoholic in and out of jail. "From the time he was a little boy Arthur lived by himself, out on the streets," said Coach Randall. In high school he'd gotten into all kinds of trouble, but most of it was driven by his need to get money to live. "I used to joke," said Randall, "that Arthur was the only football player I ever had who I had to keep a lawyer on retainer for."

But after high school, with his football coach's help, Sallis had gone straight. He eked out a living with his own carpet cleaning business. He'd fathered a baby girl, and was raising her by himself. "He was doing all the things a responsible person should be doing," said his former coach. Then, a few months after Sallis left high school, he caught two men stealing a car and tried to stop them. For his trouble he got himself shot, point-blank, once in the back and once in the chest. He very nearly died. When his old high school coach visited him in the hospital Sallis told him, "If God gets me out this, Coach, I'm never going to be out on the street again."

He had been true to his word. The newspaper Leigh Anne Dropped in Sean's lap told the story of what happened next. Sallis wasn't on the streets, but at home with his four-year-old daughter, when three men broke in. Sallis grabbed one, and another him three times in the head. Sallis could have been a roommate of Michael Oher's at Ole Miss. Instead, at the age of twenty-one, he was dead.

Sean was only just waking up, and yet his wife was pacing back and forth in front of him, angry and upset. She was crying but she was also pissed off, and that, in his experience, was a dangerous combination. "do you realize that you could take that kid's name out and put Michael's name in and have the same story? she said. "Why didn't this kid fall on our doorstep?"

Then and there Leigh Anne made a decision: she wasn't finished. "I want a building," she said. "We're going to open a foundation that's only going to help out kids with athletic ability who don't have the academics to go to college. Screw the NCAA. I don't care what people say. I don't if they say we're only interested in them because they're good at sports. Sports is all we know about. And there are hundreds of kids in Memphis alone with this story." (p. 324 - 326)
There are hundreds upon hundreds of black kids with similar stories to Michael Oher (before he was adopted by the forever virtue signaling white people -- Sean and Leigh Anne Tuohy), because sperm donor black males and criminally-inclined black females are ill equipped to be reproducing. Their offspring serve to undermine whatever is left of the civilization whites built in Memphis and have all-but-abandoned for people like Oher and Sallis to inherit and regress to the black mean.

In H.P. Lovecraft's darkest moments, even he couldn't fashion a tale as dreadful and terrifying as that of Shelley and Tuohy's insanity: individual insanity can be isolated, but when it is promoted as virtue this insanity has a tendency to collectively pull entire communities and ultimately civilization into a layer of hell even Virgil himself shielded Dante from.

Domesticated Man

via TradYouth

“…the truth is that there are many civilisations, developing along very different lines…”  – René Guénon

Were this not almost universally the case, the evolutionary process would be vastly less efficient than it is at producing new species. It would depend entirely upon geographical isolation. In fact, however, psychological isolation has played at least as important a role in preventing the recombination of incipiently divergent branches of the Tree of Life.

It should be noted, however, that psychological isolation often breaks down when animals are not in their natural state. In captivity or under domestication many of an animal’s built in behaviour patterns become inoperative or distorted, and this is especially true where mating is concerned. When confined, bulls may mount mares, roosters will sometimes attempt to copulate with ducks, and baboons have been known to lust after women.

The domestic dog, Canis familiaris, provides the classic example of the breakdown of the psychological inhibition against miscegenation, where races as divergent as the St. Bernard and the Chihuahua are not only interfertile but are willing to mate. Dogs have been domesticated and bred by men for at least the last 10,000 years, and constant interbreeding has prevented their separation into distinct species, despite the enormous range of somatic and psychic traits they display a range approached by no other mammal except man.

Man, of course, is the most domesticated of all animals, and it is not surprising that his natural inhibition against miscegenation has become confused even without the perverse efforts of the egalitarians to promote racial mixing.

We should instead wonder at the degree to which this healthiest and most essential of our natural sexual predispositions has survived centuries of a most unnatural lifestyle.
There is a great deal of evidence, historical and otherwise, indicating that in the past the european race, at least, felt a much stronger inhibition against miscegenation than it does today.

As urbanization has spread, so has racial mixing. The evidence also indicates a marked variation from race to race in the strength of the inhibition against miscegenation a variation which, to be sure, may only reflect the effect of different racial lifestyles.

An attempt at a more precise definition of species has been made by Theodosius Dobzhansky. According to Professor Dobzhansky (who is an unabashed propagandist for the cause of racial equality), two groups of sexually reproducing animals constitute two separate species when the groups “are reproductively isolated to the extent that the exchange of genes between them is absent or so slow that the genetic differences are not diminished or swamped.”

What does Dobzhansky’s definition really mean? Certainly, where the exchange of genes between two groups of animals is physically impossible, because no offspring or only infertile offspring can result from a mating, the groups are specifically distinct. Thus, for example, donkeys (Equus asinus) and horses (Equus caballus) belong to separate species, because their mongrel offspring, mules, are always sterile.

As professor at CSULB, Kevin MacDonald, wrote in a study – the number of Europeans and non-europeans in South Africa were equal by the year 1869; bearing that in mind if we as a species of people here in Africa are meant to survive – Considering that Europeans globally constitute less that 10% of the planet’s human demographic – then we must choose to love our kind – our blood, our people.

Nature as it has, time and time again – Abhors a Mongrel.

Tito Perdue on the Institution of "Racism"

via Radix

Tito Perdue comments at The Telegraph:
Racism is a wonderful institution that should be rejuvenated and inculcated in schools. It is the last barrier to global homogenization, and represents the default position of 99% of humanity over 99% of historical time.
A natural and indeed necessary sentiment, racism is just one method for people to evaluate others in accord with their genetic value. Without racism, the world today would be dominated by Neanderthals, or by the class of people who mostly inhabit sub-Saharan Africa. Civilization requires the leadership of society's best people; those areas governed by less advanced demographics fall quickly into barbarism, as we see in so many places. In normal times, racism is so universally experienced that historians hardly bother to call attention to it. It is only in diseased and perverted eras, like our own, that elites rail against this ineradicable and precious human attribute.
Hate, too, is a necessary and valuable component of life, and anyone devoid of hate - (I've never known such a person) - isn't living a complete life.
Racism and hatred are not illegal, no more so than vegetarianism or finger painting. A healthy society will never try to sequester such normal emotions, an effort forever destined to failure. I myself have a full supply of hatred and loathing and racism, which I take out every night and polish to a high sheen.
I'm shocked Tito would say such ignorant things ... about the Neanderthals!

Retrotopia: Public Utilities, Private Goods

via The Archdruid Report

Archdruid's Note: This is the fourth installment of an exploration of some of the possible futures discussed on this blog, using the toolkit of narrative fiction. Our narrator, having arrived in the capital of the Lakeland Republic, discovers that things are even stranger there than he thought.

I’d already guessed that the hotel lobby probably wouldn’t look much like the ones I was used to seeing elsewhere, and so I wasn’t surprised. Instead of the glaring lights, security cameras, and automated check-in kiosks I was used to, it was a comfortable space with sofas and chairs around the edges, ornate chandeliers overhead, and a couple of desks staffed by actual human beings over to one side; off to the other side, glass doors framed in wood led into what looked like a full-service restaurant. A bellhop—was that the right word?—came trotting over to take my suitcase as soon as I came through the door, said something pleasant, and followed me over to the check-in desk.
“I’ve got a reservation,” I said to the clerk. “The name’s Peter Carr.”
I’d been wondering whether the hotel would turn out to use an old-fashioned computer system with a keyboard and screen, but apparently even that was too complex for local standards. Instead, the clerk pulled out a three-ring binder, opened it, and found my reservation in about as much time as it would have taken to input a name on a veepad and wait for a response to come out of the cloud. “Welcome to the Capitol Hotel, Mr. Carr. We have you down for fourteen nights.”
“That’s right.”
“Looks like everything’s paid for in advance. If you’ll sign here.” She handed me a clipboard with a sheet of paper on it and an old-fashioned ballpoint pen. Fortunately I hadn’t quite forgotten how to produce a non-digital signature, and signed on the line at the bottom. “Anything you order in the restaurant here—” She motioned toward the doors on the far side of the room. “—or for room service can be billed to the room account. How many keys will you want?”
“Just one.”
She opened a drawer, pulled out an honest-to-Pete metal key with a ring and a tag with the room number on it. “Here you go. Stairs are right down the hall; if you need the elevator it’s to the left. Is there anything else I can do for you? Enjoy your stay, Mr. Carr.”
I thanked her and headed for the hall with the bellhop in tow. My room was on the third floor and the stairs didn’t look too challenging, so I asked him, “Do you mind if we take the stairs?”
“Not a bit,” he said. “Comes with the job.”
We started up the stairs. “Do you get a lot of people here from outside the Lakeland Republic?”
“All the time. Capitol’s just four blocks away, and Embassy Row’s between here and there. We had the foreign minister of Québec here just last week.”
“No kidding.” There had been rumors for years that the Québecois started tacitly ignoring the embargo even before Canada broke up; we had decent relations with Montréal these days, but that hadn’t always been the case, and so any news about what was going on between Québec and the Lakeland Republic were worth my attention. “Big official visit, or what?”

"Pretty much, yeah,” said the bellhop. “Really nice lady. Had a bottle of champagne sent up to her room first thing every morning.”

I laughed. “Heck of a breakfast.”

“Nah, breakfast was a couple of hours later, with more champagne. Go figure.”

We got to the third floor, left the stair, and went down the hall to my room. “Just leave it inside the door,” I said, meaning the suitcase. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing."

I didn’t have any Lakeland money to tip him, but guessed the couple of Atlantic bills I had would do. Fortunately I was right; he grinned, thanked me, and headed back toward the stair.

The room was bigger than I’d expected, with a queen-sized bed on one side and a desk and dresser on the other. I knew there wouldn’t be a veebox, but thought there might be a screen or even an old-fashioned television in the room, but no dice. The only things even vaguely electronic were a telephone on the desk and a boxy thing on the dresser that had a loudspeaker and some dials on it—a radio, I guessed, and decided to leave turning it on for later. Curtained windows on the far wall let through diffuse light; I went over and pulled the curtains open.

The bellhop hadn’t been kidding. There was the Capitol dome, half-complete, rising up above a ragged roofline right in front of me. That would be convenient, I decided, and let the curtains fall again.

I got my things settled and then went to the desk and the big envelope of yellowish paper sitting on top of it. Inside was the notebook Melissa Berger had mentioned, a couple of pens, a packet of papers that had BANK OF TOLEDO printed across the top of each sheet, an identification card with my name and photo on it, a wallet that was pretty clearly meant to hold money and the ID card, and a letter on government stationery welcoming me to Toledo in the usual bland terms, over President Meeker’s signature. Then there were half a dozen pages of instructions on how to get by in the Lakeland Republic, which covered everything from customary tips (I’d overtipped the bellhop, though not extravagantly) to who to contact in this or that kind of emergency. I nodded; clearly the bellhop hadn’t been exaggerating when he mentioned plenty of foreign guests.

I dropped my veepad in a desk drawer and got the wallet and some of the papers settled into the empty pocket. First things first, I decided: visit the bank and get the money thing sorted out, then get some lunch and do a bit of wandering.

Down in the lobby, the concierge was behind his desk. “Can I help you?”

“Please. I need to know where to find the Bank—” All at once I couldn’t remember the name, and reached for the papers in my pocket.

“Out the door,” said the concierge, “hang a left, go a block and a half straight ahead, and you’ll be standing right in front of it.”

I considered him. “You don’t need to know which bank?”

“There’s only one in town.”

That startled me, though I managed not to show it. “Okay, thanks.”

“Have a great day,” he said.

I headed out the doors, turned left, started along the sidewalk.  A cold damp wind was rushing past, pushing shreds of cloud across the sky, and it didn’t take me long to figure out why most of the other people on the sidewalk were wearing hats and  long coats; they looked much warmer than I felt. Still, Philadelphia has plenty of cold weather, and I was used to the way the chill came through bioplastic business wear. What annoyed me a little, or more than a little, was the way that my clothing made me stick out like a sore thumb.

In retrospect, it was amusing. Everybody else on the sidewalk looked like extras from half a dozen random history vids, everything from fedoras and trench coats to the kind of thing that was last in style when Toledo was a frontier town, and there I was, the only person in town in modern clothing—and you can guess for yourself who was the conspicuous one. The adults gave me startled looks and then pretended that nothing was up, but the kids stared wide-eyed as though I had two extra heads or something. As I said, it was amusing in retrospect, but at the time it made me acutely uncomfortable, and I was glad to get to the bank.

That was a three-story brick building on a street corner. Fortunately it had BANK OF TOLEDO—CAPITOL BRANCH above the doors, or I’d probably have missed it, since it didn’t look anything like the banks I was used to. Inside was even weirder: no security cameras, no automated kiosks, no guards in helmets and flak jackets pacing the balcony waiting for trouble, just a lobby with a greeter inside the door and a short line of patrons waiting for tellers. The greeter met me with a cheery “Hi, how can we help you today?” I got out the bank papers, and a minute or two later got shown into one of three little office spaces off the main lobby.

On the other side of the desk was a middle-aged African-American man with a neatly trimmed beard. “I’m Larry Jones,” he said, getting up to shake my hand. “Pleased to meet you, Mr.—”

“Carr,” I said. “Peter Carr.” We got the formalities out of the way and sat down; I handed him the papers; he checked them, we discussed some of the details, and he then unlocked a drawer in his desk and pulled out a big envelope.

“Okay,” he said. “Everything’s good. The only question I have at this point is whether you’ve ever used cash or checks before.”

“I’m guessing,” I said, “that you ask that question fairly often.”

“These days, yes,” he replied. “Bit of a change since before the Treaty.”

“I bet. The answer, though, is cash, yes; checks—well, I’ve seen a few of them.”

“Okay, fair enough.” He looked relieved, and I wondered how many people from the cashless countries he’d had to walk through the details of counting out coins. “Here’s your checkbook,” he said, pulling the thing out of the envelope, and then opened it and showed me how to write a check. “Up here,” he said, flipping open a notebookish thing in front, “is where you keep track of how much you’ve spent.” He must have caught my expression, because he broke into a broad smile and said, “Long time since you’ve done math with a pen, I bet.”

“Depends on how long it’s been since never,” I told him.

He laughed. “Gotcha. Glad to say we can help you out there, too.” He opened a different drawer in his desk, handed me a flat little shape of brass. “This is a mechanical calculator,” he said. “Adds and subtracts for you.”

I took the thing, gave it a baffled look. “I didn’t know you could do that without electronics.”

“I think we’re the only country on earth that still makes these.” He showed me how to use the stylus to slide the digits up and down. Once I had it figured out, I thanked him and tucked the calculator and checkbook into my pocket.

“Do you have a minute?” I asked then. “I’ve got a couple of questions about the way you do things here—about banking, mostly.”

“Sure thing,” he said. “Ask away.”

“The concierge at the hotel said there’s only one bank here in Toledo. Is that true everywhere in the Lakeland Republic?”

“Yes, if you’re talking about consumer banking.”

“Is it the same bank everywhere?”

“Good heavens, no. Each county and each city of any size has its own bank, like it has its own water and sewer district and so on.”

“That makes it sound like a public utility,” I said, baffled.

“That’s exactly what it is. Again, that’s just consumer banking. We’ve got privately owned commercial banks here, but those do investment banking only—they’re not allowed to offer savings and checking accounts, consumer loans, small business services, that sort of thing, just like we’re not allowed to do any kind of investment banking.”

I shook my head, baffled. “Why the restriction?”

“Well, that used to be law in the United States, from the 1930s to the 1980s or so, and it worked pretty well—it was after they changed the law that the economy really started running off the rails, you know. So our legislature changed the law back after Partition, and it’s worked pretty well for us, too.”

“I don’t think banks were public utilities back then,” I objected.

“No, that was mostly further back, and only some banks,” he agreed. “The thing is, the way we see it, there are some things that private industry does really well and some things that it doesn’t do well at all, and public utilities like water, sewer service, electricity, public transit, consumer banking, that sort of thing—those work better when you don’t let private interests milk them for profits. I know you do things different back home.”

“True enough. But isn’t it more efficient to leave those things to private industry?”

“That depends, Mr. Carr, on what you mean by efficiency.”

That intrigued me. “Please go on.”

Unexpectedly, he laughed. “I give a talk on that every year at one of the homeschool associations here in town. Efficiency is always a ratio—more or less efficient at producing an output in terms of a given input. A chemical process is efficient if it turns out more product for the same amount of raw materials, or the ssme amount of energy, or what have you. We get people from outside all the time talking about how this or that would be more efficient than what we do, and you know what? None of them seem to be able to answer a simple question: efficient for what output, in terms of what input?”

I could see where this was going, and decided to head onto a different tack. “And having consumer banks as public utilities,” I said. “Is that more efficient for some output in terms of some input?”

“We don’t worry so much about that,” the banker said. “The question that matters to most people here is much simpler: does it work or doesn’t it?”

“How do you tell?”

“History, Mr. Carr,” he said. He was smiling again. “History.”

How to Replace "African-Americans"

via Amerika

These days, people are talking quite a bit about African-Americans and crime, violence and race warfare. While the disparity there is hard to ignore, it makes sense to ensure that we are not scapegoating those who are the symptom and not the origin of the problem. That leads to further revelations which might put the entire situation in context.

As written here before, minorities face an ugly dilemma: assimilate, and lose culture, or retain culture and be marginalized. No amount of welfare state programs can recover the pride and sense of well-being that is lost as a group realizes that it is not in control of its own fate, and exists merely as a tool of something larger. Even if the majority is mixed-race, that “new race” is hostile to the minority group, and by the nature of young people falling into attraction with those around them, will quickly destroy the original race and replace it with the new monoculture of non-race. This alone would induce a fury in me sufficient to explain any number of riots and crimes.

Further, it is a mistake to assume that this society favors African-Americans, or Jews, or any other group. It favors those who follow its ideology, which means that they must purge themselves of all other associations and values which compete with the ideological. Philosophy, religion and race must fall before the axe of the grand ideological unification. Even gender must be destroyed, so we have boyish girls and immature men with girly behaviors, because nothing must come before ideology. Ideology, like heroin addiction and pursuing white whales from the Pequod, absorbs all like a black hole and replaces that variety with uniformity, conformity, and obedience. This society will replace African-Americans and perform on them the same “soft genocide” by outbreeding that it is doing to Europeans, Jews and every other group it can seize.

In fact, African-Americans face a unique problem. Long America’s most visible minority — replacing the Amerinds who were shoved off onto reservations made of rum and whiskey — African-Americans have received the most press, subsidies and concern from the increasing neurotic white population which perceives its society is declining and is desperate for proxies, or symbolic activities, to use to push away those bad thoughts of how bad everything has become. Industry, which pushes onward for cheap labor, has found that new immigrants are more reliable, in part because for them poverty is a recent memory.

As Rick Moran notes over at American Thinker:
But in the last 10 years, the trend of immigration has shown that China and India have surpassed Mexcio in numbers of immigrants, adding a new wrinkle to the immigration debate.
Associated Press:
Siddharth Jaganath wanted to return to India after earning his master’s degree at Texas’ Southern Methodist University. Instead, he built a new life in the U.S. over a decade, becoming a manager at a communications technology company and starting a family in the Dallas suburb of Plano.
“You start growing your roots and eventually end up staying here,” the 37-year-old said.
His path is an increasingly common one: Immigrants from China and India, many with student or work visas, have overtaken Mexicans as the largest groups coming into the U.S., according to U.S. Census Bureau research released in May. The shift has been building for more than a decade and experts say it’s bringing more highly skilled immigrants here. And some Republican presidential candidates have proposed a heavier focus on employment-based migration, which could accelerate traditionally slow changes to the country’s ever-evolving face of immigration.
The larger group coming over the border are “Other Than Mexicans” (OTMs) in the language of the Border Patrol and those who live along the corridor. Texas, the fastest-growing part of North America, shows this pattern. Orientals (Asiatics from China, Korea, Japan and related) and Indics (people from India of mixed Asiatic-Caucasian-Dravidian heritage) are pouring into the state along with Amerinds (people of mixed Siberian heritage in the New World) from Mexico, Central America and South America. This is the group that industry will use to replace African-Americans, first in low-paid jobs and next in their communities. Their daughters will marry up, and their sons will find that Consuela, Phuong or Chin is a more attractive option than sorting through a decreasing pool of people of their own origin. This is what genocide looks like, with the soft gloves and apologies (and background New Age music) of the post-totalitarian consumerist State.

Already in many Texas cities, traditional black communities have been disrupted or destroyed by the influx. Where once Mexicans replaced black communities, now a mixture of Asiatics are out-pricing the original inhabitants in renting and buying. Soon there will be no black communities, and there will be none of the types of employment reserved by convention for African-Americans. Twenty years ago, African-Americans dominated the food line, janitorial, governmental, construction and service jobs; now, the faces are all Asian-descended. We can wax on about how African-Americans have welfare help and affirmative action, but what will destroy them is that these other groups are also minorities and will get there first. Outnumbered, they are finding themselves marginalized as a precursor to elimination.

Long has the issue been before us and few have dared attack the real enemy: diversity and government by convenience, a.k.a. democracy. Diversity effects direct replacement, and convenience voting means that citizens want what they are told is “good for the economy” (more jerbs! how exciting) and will vote for that, even as it destroys some of the most vibrant communities in their midst. In the South, long ago, we solved this problem by giving African-Americans and poor whites different strata of the socioeconomic system, such that they were protected from this competition. Uncle Sugar unraveled all of that, and now his well-meaning but idiotic programs will commit a genocide worthy of a zombie Hitler on steroids.

Although it is unpopular — but everything on this site is inconvenient, unpopular and unfashionable — it has long been said around here that relocation is the best option. As written by African-American writers of genius, relocation possibly sweetened with some reparations or other aid represents the best option for African-Americans. Those with sense extend that to all groups other than the Western Europeans who took a wild land, fought back the Asiatic savages who were prone to rape, murder and torture (in addition to the infighting and poor hygiene that destroyed them) and built a great civilization on it. America should be Western European like its founders, and all others will find their best future lies in getting on boats and going home. Since that appears cruel, despite being the opposite of cruelty, the scared sheep will vote against it until the disaster detonates in their faces, as it increasingly does.

Another argument exists which most have overlooked. Africa is a prosperous, rich and vital land. Whoever controls it will have great power in the future, and can live in an amazing place with a wide palette of wildlife. With its natural resources, Africa will play a central role in future technologies, which is why it is being seized by investors in Colonialism II at the expense of displacing the native inhabitants. As Steve Sailer writes at Unz, the current wave of African immigrants to Europe can be explained by displacement at home:
The backward focus of Western progressives also obscures the massive land grab in Africa today. Industrial agriculture and logging, both chinese and western, displace subsistence peoples into urban slums. But *this* neo-colonialism serves the interests of the economic upper stratum and is rarely reported upon as such. The american left, useful idiots that they are, see only the rear-view mirror of history and their own navels…
It’s not uncommon down through history to have a farm population scratching out a marginal living using traditional means off land that a few bright guys then figure out can more profitably be repurposed for other uses. The peasants are driven to emigrate by insiders cashing in on the value of the land. The most famous example were the Enclosures in Britain, but NAFTA’s destruction of small corn farmers in Mexico is a more recent instance.
…But now there are a billion Africans, so they have to be redomiciled somewhere if the Africa is to be most profitably exploited.
The future of Africans worldwide is one of being displaced by commercial interests and gradually eroded by not just admixture but economic forces. A sensible and humane system would instead grant them what all peoples need, which is self-determination and self-rule, without which no group has confidence or self-esteem. The best place for this is in Africa, as it is for Asiatics in Asian and Western Europeans in their nations in Western Europe and North America. But as always, the sane solution is the one opposed most because it offends our human pretense of social appearance of goodness through altruism, and seems inconvenient when we add up the double columns of our ledgers.