The world won’t change for us; we have to force that change upon it. Changing the world isn’t for the weak of spirit—there is no time left for people who want to think about what needs to be done; there is no time left to sympathize and pat the hands of people who say “I’d love to, but . . .”; there is no time left to wait for those who are on the fence about making a White Homeland in the Pacific Northwest. The time is now, and the place is here, and the path is being forged by the select strong hearted folk who don’t need convincing.
It takes a lot to get here, to own land outright, to strike out away from the diversity-ridden urban centers, to move away from the comfort of everything you’ve been told that you need. It takes a certain kind of grit, a special type of iron-blooded will, a sense of knowing that you are –indeed—right about the opinions and practices of the rest of the unaware world. It takes stubbornness, it takes discipline, it takes sheer guts. It takes the ability to 1) dream of a better place and then 2) manifest that place through work and determinism.
It’s not hard, any human being can do this—heck humans have been living this way since recorded history started recording history—but it takes inner strength. It takes a lot of inner strength. You are going it virtually alone, you are bucking fierce headwinds, and you are not going to get much help. But! You are in charge of your own destiny, you are taking your life and your family’s lives and your next generation of family’s lives into your own hands. You are calling the shots—from where you are going to plant that tree to who you are going to be living around (and who you are not).
Getting here is not difficult, I’ll say it again, but it does require that some aspects of modern life be eschewed. There are many people who cannot give up the easy “life style” that modernity offers them, even though they persist in bleating about how much they want to . . .
First and foremost, to have money to buy land outright and to stay on the land while you build a life on it, you need to be as close to debt free as you possibly can. Paying off a reliable car is virtually the only debt that makes reasonable sense when you are moving to the countryside that is the Pacific Northwest—without a car you are sunk, unless you are used to horses, which most of us are not. That said, if you can possibly get that reliable car second hand, if you can possibly get that reliable car in an ugly out of fashion (therefore cheaper) color, if you can possibly get that reliable car in any way, shape or form from friends or family who will let you pay them without interest—do it. Get the best car, the cheapest way possible, and if you must have payments, make them the only usury you will be involved with.
If you are reading this in your early twenties—do not go to college! You heard me. Yes, I went. Years ago and without need for student loans. I would not do so today. Get a trade. Not a trade that you do on a computer, a trade that you do with your hands and your head. I mean it—there are no unemployed welders out there, unless they want to be. Do not fall for the old saw of the trades being lower, socially and intellectually, than the jobs you could get with a college degree. Girls who work peddling credit cards have degrees; guys who work peddling security systems have degrees, as do sales reps, receptionists, physical therapists, the out-of-shape lady who decides whether or not you have all the papers in order at the DMV . . . managers of everything from Hertz-Rent-a-Car to Wells Fargo’s 24-hour call centers have degrees. Their lives are not socially or intellectually superior to the electrician who calls his own shots with his own business license. Nor do they make more money. And they are paying student loans back while they are not making more money. Please don’t fall for that other old saw that working in a trade is simply not what your heart is set on—I doubt that working in an office cubicle is where your heart is set either, but work there you will while you pay off those loans—the field in which your degree is aimed for is already swamped, let’s face it, and swamped with cheap labor from India more than likely. Even those girls in the banks who peddle the credit cards are from India these days. Not to burst anyone’s bubble. But, really. Think. Get a trade that will let you raise a family on your own land, in a traditionalist manner.
And if you don’t want to think, and you don’t want to avoid debt and you would rather get an overpriced degree or two—then by all means, please do so. But get out of the way and don’t expect any quarter later on when the chickens come home to roost. Which they will do, quite literally.
Avoiding debt is not hard, but again, it takes a strong will to turn down an offer of credit when you need something and don’t have the money. Or want something and don’t have the money. My answer is, and will always be: make do. I am talking from personal experience—when we were first married, my husband was an auto body technician apprentice who made $300 a week in the Bay Area (San Francisco). Our rent was $700 a month. Two weeks’ wages didn’t cover it. And we had debt back then, because we were not given any sort of advice on how to make life work the best possible way. Folks, we were almost sunk—but we sat down, wrote out a budget that covered each and every bill, and we ate beans and rice. For months and months and months (I still have the recipes, feel free to email me for them if you want them). We didn’t go bankrupt, we didn’t hit foodbanks (although, I think if you need to, you ought to—looking back we should have, after all, this world is toppling and anything we can do to push it over is a good thing). We didn’t buy anything—no haircuts, no shoe polish, no cable service, no books, no cakes, no fast food—nothing at all. And it was a drag . . . and yet, at the same time, it was not a drag because it was also a daily dose of “we did it.” That year was rough, and some of you are facing a year like that or are inside of one right now yourselves while you work towards getting to the White Homelands; know this: it was invaluable. If we hadn’t learned how to survive that, we never would have learned how to get here, on our ten acres, free and clear. You have to go through it, I think, to realize how you want your world to be, and what it is that is important to you. Most people just go on through life, in a sort of semi-unhappy unawareness of how it is they really want to live.
The most important aspect of giving up so many occasions to spend money is the freedom from wasting yourself on trivial things. Everything you do, or don’t do, is measured, thought out, and actively decided on. This helps hone your vision for the rest of your life. Again, it’s easy . . . but few are capable of it. If more of our people were deliberate about the way they conduct their lives, our world would not be the polluted multi-culturally overcrowded consumer ridden soulless and degenerate mess that it currently is—but, hey, it is easy to not care about the women in burkas crossing the street in front of your leased car when you are heading out with your credit card (or student loan money) to eat at the latest overpriced Shwarma foodtruck (for those reading this in cities that do not have foodtrucks, substitute the term “pop up restaurant”—it’s every bit as pretentious and expensive) with your friends.
But I’m not writing this article for the kind of people who don’t think about their lives—I am writing this for the folks who get it and who are going to make it out of the morass and into the “gap.” (Note: while Harold Covington’s novels are the ones who made the term “taking the gap” popular, his novels are just that—novels. Making a White Homeland is nothing like it is in his books. Still, though, I think they are good for inspiration).
If you can, if you don’t own a home now, where ever it is you are, buy a cheap HUD home now. Yes, buy with a mortgage—that’s what home ownership generally means these days anyway, owning a mortgage to a house. That is something just about anyone can do—first time home buying is replete with programs and grants; talk to a real estate agent, they are in the business of finding people homes, that is how they make money. They’ll get you something. They’ll get you a loan agent, too. This house, no matter how awful it is, ought to be in the best neighborhood you can afford. Zip codes count more in resale than square footage or stainless steel double door refrigerators do, really. Fix the house up—take your time and do it yourself. This is a bonus free training time for when you are building your real forever house in your White Homeland. This is how you will make the bulk of your money for you to buy land outright—it’s what we did. If you can, though, make enough money to buy land with a well already on it. Speaking from personal experience here, the well is a big bother to put in . . . so try to get that well (but if you can’t . . . keep reading these dispatches, there will be one dedicated to our well-getting soon).
You can always rent up here and look around for a HUD house in the PNW too (there are a lot, folks) if you are impatient to get our White Homeland started.
I’ve had a few people ask me if it wasn’t reckless to write about this White Homeland so openly, and if it wouldn’t attract the “wrong” kinds of White Nationalists. I’m not sure if the term “wrong” doesn’t mean different things to different White Nationalists, so I’m going to say it here and now—when anyone, regardless of religious stripe (isn’t that pretty much our dividing line?) actually gets here, when anyone relocates their family, their belongings, organizes their lives, makes a decision and takes an action so bold as to move here when 99.9% of the White population is still wondering what next to put in their Netflix queue, they are not the wrong kind of White Nationalist. They are the right kind. They have nerve, they have faith, they have courage, they have conviction, and they are willing to do what so many talk about yet never do. Christians, Heathens, atheists—we’re all in this together right now. We’re White, we can let our God, our Gods, our future, sort the rest of it out later, when we have the time and the peace of mind and the security of place to work it out. There is room for all of us—we are White, we are decent, we are kin.
That said, every family and person and situation is unique, so I am purposely not writing an exacting step by step plan to build a White Homeland; feel free to contact me through Counter-Currents about any aspect of getting here that I didn’t cover or wasn’t clear about. I’ll do my best to answer you in a helpful way.
Next dispatch—sources we used for inspiration, advice, practical help and tips. Some should be required reading, some merely recommended and others . . . things we found along the way that turned out to be interestingly applicable to what we are doing.