We have become adept at finding recreational areas that are free of diversity. For example, to have a good time at the beach around here, you avoid the lower-boardwalk area of Ocean City, Maryland. It’s not dangerous, there are just too many blacks and mestizos there with their obese families. (The latter are fewer than last year; maybe it’s the Trump effect). It’s buzzkill to share public space with even a small number of them, with the aggregate effect of their wet skins, shining like seals,’ clouding up a sunny day.
Bad money drives out the good, as goes Gresham’s law and this also applies to the economics of social capital. Unlike thirty years ago, the legendary boardwalk is not teeming with college girls in bikinis and American families making memories with their kids.
Those people exist, but they’re out of sight. The further north you go in Ocean City, the Whiter the boardwalk and the beaches become. Then, it gets even better as you drive up the Coastal Highway and along the small-town Delaware beaches, which have no boardwalks and where legal parking is a mystery to the unacquainted visitor, but which wink at you with their old-times, wholesome feel. Finally, you arrive at another major tourist destination, Rehoboth Beach. Owing to its prominence, you will see a bit of diversity there but nothing like in the lower areas of Ocean City.
We shouldn’t have to run like this. We built the O.C. boardwalk and it belongs to us. Squatters have to go back.
I recently traveled to the Durham-Raleigh “technology triangle” in central North Carolina and witnessed the apotheosis of the H-1B visa scam. Entire zip codes of upper-middle-class Northern transplant communities are Subcontinental colonies. You go to an all-American ice cream shop and Indian teenagers who speak perfect English work the counter.
I will as soon become Korean as they will become Americans. The difference between a fresh-off-the-boater and a U.S.-born foreigner is that the former looks at you befuddled, the latter arrogantly. They have to go back.
But it’s not about me. I got to be a boy in 1970s Poland and a teenager in 1980s America. You couldn’t ask for a better way to grow up because I had the opportunity to win or lose on my own merits, in a community of my people in places where we owned the outdoors.
It’s about the next generation, and they are growing up in a different reality.
Andrew Anglin writes:
The future belongs to the youth. And the youth belong to us.
From the time we started this website, we had no intention of appealing to a bunch of guys in their 40s and 50s who identified with White Nationalism. There were, at the time, plenty of websites already catering to existing racially-aware white people, and we had no interest in such a thing.
Our sole interest was to cater a message to young people. That is, people under 25, but with a specific focus on teenagers. Our goal was to hijack meme culture, and implant in it messages of anti-Semitism and white racial identity.
The purpose of material life is to pass your legacy to your people, your own children if you have them and your nation’s young as a whole. We’re one blood.
Young people, in case we forget in our middle age, don’t see life the same way we do. Their world is enticingly darker because they understand things only as far as their arm can reach. It has sharper edges but wider vistas, it makes sweeter promises, it hurts like fuck when things go wrong.
I once wrote about rockin’ it out as a way in which a teenage boy squares up to his angels and demons:
A teenager listens to popular music for self-idealization at the point in his life when he is wrestling with his social identity and sexual destiny, sometimes an exhilarating but more often a bewildering time. It’s not vanity; it’s a fumbling for light in the darkness. While the pop song’s rhythm and lyrics bring relief from thought when reflection is difficult, the mental image of the performer in the throes of pathos form an idol in the teen’s mind, giving shape to an avatar through which he approaches his aspirations and fears. And I contend that for this idol to bring catharsis, there has to be a visual element of physical performance tied to the song.
For young men today, it’s not just about “social identity and sexual destiny,” as solipsism is a peacetime luxury. GenZyklon lives and breathes bigger challenges.
For example, one of my all-time favorite bloggers is back from his three-year hiatus and he makes a point about the cohesion of ‘Rican gangs as contrasted with White teens’ atomization:
Meanwhile, the white boys in their late teens and early twenties are sitting home alone playing video games. It’s quite tragic.
So there is a power vacuum in our society. People are horribly lonely, and desperate to be part of something. So if we manage to organize a group or an “urban tribe” in an area, others will quickly want to join. We’ll get whites of both sexes out of their lonely solipsistic worlds and into a real community that gets stuff done and facilitates white family formation.
A community is the best recruiting tool, because modern white people are extremely deprived of community and sociability and gregariousness.
Welcome back, Mindweapon!
If there is one explicit shot of wisdom I’d drop here today, it’s that you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone — and then you value it so much more when you get it back, at least for a little while. An illustration: several days ago I got caught in a sudden downpour while riding a bike and got soaked to the last thread. Thankfully, I had my gym bag with fresh clothes and shoes in the car, and I changed into them. Driving home, I felt profound gratitude and humility, appreciating something as commonplace as dry clothing.
White dispossession is why we don’t take so many commonplace things for granted: a beach or a park with nothing but White faces, the sight of teenage boys shitlording about with no token colored killing their vibe.
And the stakes are sky-high. What the Left had done, they will not willingly undo. They will double-down to their demise before they admit that they had made a mistake in tearing the walls down. They will have to be overcome.
They are not hard to fight; the harder part will be overpowering our own reflexive pity for the other races and the residue of anti-racist indoctrination. Will you, will all of us, have the commitment to the future of our people to tell the others “No, you can’t be here. You have to go back.”
The future of nations is at stake.
Welcome to your exciting future, White teenager. No sarcasm: a corollary to valuing something you’ve lost is the fact that the depths of evil make the heights of good shine that much more brightly. When was the last time in Western history that White men with open eyes, across the world, had felt this spirit of brotherhood with one another? And in solidarity with all people who despise the globalist blender-shredding of nations.
You have your angels and demons. They are different than mine were. Is the WN Rapper your avatar?
We built this nation from scratch
And the Jews gave it to blacks
They put us in unpayable debt
But our children won’t be slaves
No, we’re taking it back