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“Which multiculti- fakeugee-dumping-ground should we go to for our next holiday, darling?”
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Last week, for the first time in too long a time, I found myself again in Rome. Europe is changing so rapidly that returning to once-familiar places no longer feels like a homecoming. It feels like entering an alien terrain for the first time. I perceived a similar sensation when I visited Ireland again after an absence of a few years. Shops and locales that I frequented have been closed down or replaced and renamed. Inflation — and in the case of Ireland, a sudden and record-breaking influx of migrants and “refugees” — has caused prices of the formerly cheap hostels where I used to stay to increase by 1,000%. What once were affordable sojourns to reunite with friends and family now require several months of savings. Of all the changes, what stands out the most is the change in the very inhabitants of these places. The Great Replacement, deemed by liberals a nonsensical “far-Right conspiracy theory,” is not only an obvious and observable thing — it is underestimated.
The demographic disfigurement of European countries has been apace for decades, and this wasn’t the first time that I’ve seen with my own eyes the literal changing face of Italy, but this was the first time that I had set foot in Rome since the migrant invasion of Il Bel Paese became the incessant onslaught that is now the ‘‘new normal’’ we are just supposed to accept. It was also the first time since the policies of “refugees welcome” types such as Rome’s ex-Mayor, Virginia Raggi, turned areas of Rome into the third-world Skid Rows that are now common in cities across Europe.
It was noticeable immediately. I will discount the mass of humanity bustling around Rome’s main train station, as such hubs in major cities are always full of people and tourists from all over the world, and for some reason are like a dungheap attracting all manner of Afro-Arab flies. Name a major European city (and even some minor ones), and without fail there will be a mob of “new Europeans” just milling about at the train station. In Naples, exiting the Napoli Centrale station is like arriving in Mogadishu. I often wonder what the tourists must think as they pull their suitcases over the craggy stone pavements while surrounded by sub-Saharan Africans hawking black-market goods arrayed on a white cloth or — as ever — just standing around idly. Honey, I thought you said we were going to Naples. Are you sure we’re in the right place?
But even disregarding the morass at Stazione Termini, it didn’t take long to see that the rot has spread to the rest of the city. Just a few minutes’ walk from the train station, at the Basilica di Santa Maria Maggiore, I spotted two African men sleeping on dirty mattresses at the base of the Egyptian obelisk that stands in front the basilica. I thought perhaps they were tired after a long day’s work paying for elderly Italians’ pensions, but then I realized it was only ten o’clock in the morning.
Onward and inward into the city I marched. It was as trafficoso as ever, but this time I noticed something different about the drivers behind the wheels of all those roaring cars: so many of them were Chinese. When we think of the migrant invasion of Europe, the image that most likely comes to our minds is that of Africans huddled together aboard rubber dinghies or packed into NGO ships (rather like they used to be packed into slave ships, although I doubt the NGOs notice the irony), yet there is a more insidious invasion afoot. The Chinese incursion into Europe, and in particular into Italy, is a matter worthy of deep study which I will not provide in this article. For now, it suffices to say that China has been quietly moving in and buying up Italy.
From trifles like restaurants and hairdressers, to major infrastructure such as seaports, to an assortment of top-flight football clubs, you can find Chinese owners pulling the strings. Now, it seems, they’ve brought the rest of their countrymen along with them. It’s worth keeping in mind that I’m not speaking of the famous “Asian tourists.” These were not tourists. These were clearly established and omnipresent residents of the Italian capital. Incredibly, even the shops selling SPQR kitsch and unofficial A.S. Roma apparel were staffed by Chinese women, a person from the Indian subcontinent, or a combination of the two. The clerk in every shop selling Rome postcards and magnets: brown. The street vendor hawking Rome-themed cigarette lighters: brown. The staff behind the ice creams at the gelaterie: brown. The security guard ushering tourists into the Pantheon: brown.
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On and on the noticing went. Near the Pantheon, I walked past a restaurant whose entire waitstaff were Indians. Every single one of them. I counted at least five. There they stood outside the restaurant doors, next to the tables aligned in the street, on the corner trying to entice tourists to sit down for a meal, pacing briskly with a platter balanced on their fingertips — each one of them a leather-coloured, oil-black-haired Indian. Totally bemused, I saw that the giant menu displayed on a sandwich board was replete with every stereotypical Italian dish a hungry know-nothing foreigner could ask for, with the obligatory pictures and translations into various languages to help them along. This wasn’t an Indian-themed eatery. This was an “Italian” restaurant in Italy serving “Italian” food.
Imagine going to Mumbai and having dinner in a typical Indian restaurant, only it’s entirely staffed by Italians. Would be a bit weird, no? Imagine going to Beijing and discovering that all the tourist-tat shops had loads of Italians working in them. It might cause a few head scratches. In Italy, we’re just supposed to accept that the place is full of Indians and Chinamen, just as we are supposed to accept the country itself being sold piecemeal to the highest Chinese bidder. To object or raise questions would be RACIST, and we wouldn’t want to be that.
Later, as the twilight hour painted a pink-and-blue sky and the Eternal City lit up with a warm glow, I made my way to the Castel Sant’Angelo. I wanted to walk along the bridge to the dauntless fortress and, under the watch of the 12 angels, contemplate the Sack of Rome in 1527, when an army of Habsburg soldiers invaded the city and forced the Pope to flee via a secret passage from the Vatican to the refuge of the castle.
Unfortunately, all I really contemplated was the gaggle of African merchants sitting on the pavement, selling knock-off Adidas trainers, belts, and wooden carvings of elephants of varying sizes. I can’t remember a time in any major European city when the streets, the beaches, the town squares, and the famous monuments weren’t crawling with Africans selling something. No one else seems to notice them, or if they do, they never ask how it is that they’ve ended up here — how they’ve ended up everywhere — doing the exact same thing. It never ceases to amaze me, however. Think of the network that must exist in order to get untold numbers of men from sub-Saharan Africa onto the Ponte Sant’Angelo, supply them with a limitless coffer of “Made in China” crap, and put them up in a place to stay (something tells me selling fake Gucci handbags isn’t enough to pay rent in Rome). And for what? For what kind of life? Why are these people here? But again, we Europeans are just supposed to accept as normal that our cities and holiday destinations are full of these people.
As night fell, Rome’s thoroughfares and piazzas erupted in a cacophony of cartoonish noise as more brown and black street vendors took up their stations and began launching candescent toys into the air which wheezed and cackled as they descended. Why are these people here? I meandered the darkening streets — ffwwwwheeeeeeeeeee! buzzed the glowing toys all around me, now one, now another — ffwwheeeeeeee! ffwwwheeeeeee! Now comes a fat little Bangladeshi(?) to offer me and my missus a rose. Ffwwwheeeee!
Why are these people here?
A black African man is sitting on the floor with an upturned baseball cap between his legs, begging for change.
Why are these people here?
Some MENA youths are milling about, scrolling on their phones.
Why are these people here?
I walked back to the Pantheon, my favourite monument in Rome. I love to feel the weight of the old temple. I love to listen to it, to hear its imposing thud amidst the symphony of all the baroque architecture. There were fewer crowds in the area at nighttime, but the atmosphere was little more tranquil than during the day. Fwheeee! sang the toys as they fell back into the outstretched hands of the assortment of brown men. Then a woman began to play the theme song from The Godfather on a harp. I stood before the 1,900-year-old Roman monument serenaded by Chinese toys sold by Bengali(?) men while a woman played the soundtrack of a Hollywood movie about Sicilian-American gangsters from the 1970s.
A different song started to fill my mind’s concert hall:
I am walking through Rome
With my heart on a string
Dear God, please help me.
And I am so very tired
Of doing the right thing.
Dear God, please help me.
— Morrissey
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I live at a nice, quiet beach in north Florida. Property prices are quadruple+ from when we bought our home 25 years ago. And there is no new land being created. Yet somehow there has been a massive sudden uptick in negroes at my local Publix. Yes, some are doing the thing where they buy and deliver your groceries, but most are not. They are just dirty looking and shiftless negroes milling about, sometimes with their unruly offspring. Where do they live? Why would they go out of their way for a grocery store that exists every 2 miles in this state? It makes zero sense.
They are being brought near you to outvote you and to miscegenate with your daughters. Paul Krugman said it: “In the end, they, (white people), are not the future. The future is Bill deBlasio.” Have a look at deBlasio and his posterity and have a gander at how they feel about their father and his kith and kin.
We don’t have to live like this.
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They come to be where whites are, it seems. Around here where I live, they come and park under this bridge in our neighborhood and just sit in their cars after dark. It’s very ominous and my pulse goes up every time I walk past. One night there were complaints they were “shooting off guns.” They drive through the neighborhood constantly. I don’t understand it. Do we ever go and just park at night in the Asian or richer white part of town?
Is it an intimidation tactic, do you think?
It definitely has that effect of intimidation, but I’m not sure what their motive is. It may have something to do with the swag of being where the white people are. Like they don’t know what to do with themselves. It’s like they are in pursuit of white people. Some new mall or park will form where whites will congregate socially. In a year of two, the blacks will figure out “where we are” and start showing up in numbers. Then whites will stop going there, and you’ll hear about shootings there and stuff. Whites will go somewhere else, in sort of an implicit awareness of Derb’s laws. It’s a recognizable pattern.
I would bet that old stock Americans are pining for the days when Southern Italians were as dusky as it could be.
Meanwhile the further South and Asian scramble to live under White supremacy.
None of this is said with relish, only with a reluctant gallows humor.
Rome sounds exactly like Rio de Janeiro.
Even Mulberry street in little Italy New York. Every restaurant is a staffed by Mexicans and Chinese.
My first experience of Rome was a year as a student in the early 70’s. Still full of Italians. I returned a few times after that, but just visited again last autumn after a gap of 25 years. Aside from the ubiquity of graffiti, the ubiquity of tourists (like myself), the ubiquity of racial aliens was the other unpleasant aspect. In the Cipro-Prati neighborhood we stayed in, South Asians were unavoidable.
Then I flew to Budapest for several days, a beautiful European city full of Hungarians. It was both pleasurable and shocking. I have become so used to the multicultural melange in US cities, that as much as I loved it, the Whiteness of the place threw me off balance a little.
No matter what it takes, some day Rome must be like Budapest.
I recently did a whirlwind trip of Germany. We went to Frankfurt. In Frankfurt, they’re all of these dark people, Arab or Indian looking, very few native Germans to be seen. The usual suspects were all around, ”haunting me,” coming around or whatever they do. we went south and east through Munich in Heidelberg. With each successive town there were fewer and fewer non-whites and more and more ethnic Germans. By the time we were in eastern Europe, particularly Dresden, it was almost uniformly ethnic German. They were some Arabs and stuff around, but they were few comparatively. There was a noticeable German gradient from the capitalist west to the former communist East.
One night in Dresden there was a crowd and these guys were giving this hysterical Hitler sounding speech in German. My German it’s not very good but I would catch a little bits “alles deutchland” etc. they have these deep kettle drums sounding. when I got back to the hotel I spoke to the German speaking woman in our tour group and told her about it, and she said that’s exactly what it was, a Hitler speech. They were protesting against the immigrants! Of course, she was horrified, but I was very impressed. Please, save Germany.
The German woman was horrified of what? The German men longing to have their homeland back or of the hordes of sundry minorities plaguing her country? Pretty obvious she’s been programmed to despise anything Hitler, but one would think she would realize it’s based on a love of country rather than a hate for others. The brainwashed will always be difficult to turn.
A liberal American woman with us who spoke German.
Thanks. I noted it after my reply, but I think my sentiment applies to an American liberal woman as much as some German women. They certainly have also been trained to immediately disdain anything Hitlerian. As with getting women to be a part of our movement it’s definitely important for Germany as well.
I find german women more shamed, in general. american women will fall back on the feminist privilege card.
Absolutely. And yes, your sentiment would apply to liberal German women as well. The problem is getting through to them. It doesn’t matter if you explain that, as you said, it’s “based on a love of country rather than a hate for others” – love of country immediately translates to National Socialism these days, or at least it makes people uncomfortable. It’s ridiculous.
Mind, this applies only to a certain kind of Germans, male or female. There are more than enough, especially in recent years, who are fed up with Germany’s immigration policy and the anti-German stance of politicians and media. They are far from being on “our side” yet, but it’s a start. Mainly they still suffer from decades-long brainwashing. I constantly come across people who say something mildly politically incorrent and immediately add some caveat: “One shouldn’t say this, of course…”, or “They [meaning the migrants] are not all bad, of course…” You can see their natural instincts warring with their conditioning. That’s why I always tell them that they are absolutely right to feel the way they do.
Offer support to those on the brink. Show them that they are not alone, and that ethno-nationalists are quite normal people, unlike their portrayal by the media.
The west-east divide is real. That’s why certain groups push for more migrants to be sent east – to “combat racism”.
Refreshing article with its first-person account of the topical issue
When we think of the migrant invasion of Europe, the image that most likely comes to our minds is that of Africans huddled together aboard rubber dinghies or packed into ships belonging to non-governmental organizations (rather like they used to be packed into slave ships, although I doubt the NGOs notice the irony), yet there is a more insidious invasion afoot.
Yes, because you still can speak about the African invasion of Europe, but not about the Chinese one. The pro-Chinese lobbyists in the West just do not let you think about it or even more criticize this process. Europe is in Chinese pockets not less than the Americans are.
Edinburgh is full of Chinese students, having dorms built for them. It’s also changed race-demographically over the last couple of decades. Resembles nowhere so much as that hellhole London now.
This is terrible. In 2013, I saw some of what you were describing in Milan: Hispanic-looking peddlers with whizzy toys at train stations, and African pension-payers on sidewalks huddling around fake designer handbags and luggage. I wondered why the cops didn’t at least do something about the African pests – doesn’t Gucci have enough City Hall clout in Milan of all places to get rid of Third World flotsam hawking counterfeit merch openly on the streets?
Even then, it was far better than the situation you were describing. As for Rome, there was hardly any of that, at least as far as I could see. Overall in Italy, cabbies and flea market vendors and waiters were real Italians.
The reason why there are so many chinese workers an investors in Italy is because the small hats, who own the fashion industry in Milan, started importing them to work in factories, and later to sub-contract with them, creating underground (literally and figurately, sweat shops.)
The Chinese have a lot of American money and know China stinks. They are moving their money out by buying real estate. An added bonus is being courted by “beautiful” people in genome.
What an excellent article! Reading it really made me feel like I was back in Rome (or Firenze/Pisa/Siena &c. &c.), being accosted by various Æthiops trying to sell me their finest Oriental rubbish.
The contrast between Rome and the bazaarbarians couldn’t be made more absolute.
There’s just something extra insulting about seeing the noble night that once inspired greats from Virgil to Goethe to Ibsen now negated by noisy negro knick-knacks. I’d honestly prefer fire and brimstone to the blinking multicolored LEDs and that god-awful Ffwwwheeeee!
Say what you will about the Goths, but at least they had the decency to just sack the place. A tragedy, no doubt, but the Romans of old were at least spared this farcical indignity.
Very accurate assessment of Rome through White eyes, Angelo. Reading it I had a flashback to a year ago when my wife and I took a Mediterranean cruise. My impressions at the time:
…The 7-night cruise began and ended in Rome, with excursions to Monaco, where the highlight of the trip may have been a very quick spin around the famous Le Mans racetrack with our taxi driver who styled himself a race car driver; Cannes, one day prior to the big film festival where the fancy people gather; Nice, Florence, Pisa, Palma de Mallorca, Barcelona and even the Vatican where ancient White art and sculpture are worth seeing, despite all the graffiti, some of which is quite artful, but most is simply vandalism like one sees in many American cities. An overwhelming number of non-Whites were lined up to view the Vatican, and I kept conjuring up the disgusting photo I’d just seen at the top of the text version of the 6 May American Dissident Voices broadcast [“White Psychology Under Jewish Tyranny Part 3” at nationalvanguard.org] of the Pope, hunkered down, head-to-head, with a Negro boy. It was clear to me at the Vatican that the Catholic Church cares more these days about saving Black and Brown souls than of those who created the architecture, art and music of that Church.
A highlight of the trip was in Rome where we could view the ruins of the Coliseum through the Arch of Titus that commemorated Rome’s victory over the Jews. In the display of Roman victory and power one can see the Jewish Menorah carried away in the sculpted frieze on a wall of Titus’s Arch.
The most striking thing about Rome to me, besides [the muds,] the graffiti (an Italian word) and the architecture, is the subtropical, beautifully maintained landscapes, especially the conifers. The uniquely-shaped Umbrella pines (botanical name Pinus Pinea) grow to 80 feet or more in height. They’ve been around for millennia but are said to have been introduced to the area by the thousands in 1931 by Benito Mussolini — so are also known by some as the “Fascist tree.” Rome’s iconic umbrella pines are threatened now by an invasive parasitic pest, introduced from the western U.S. Thanks, Yanks! Hopefully they can be saved by the introduction of another insect that eats them. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could introduce a bug that only eats invasive human subspecies invading our living space, replacing our unique subspecies (read: race) here in our U.S. habitat?
Impressions of Rome and other cities in Italy, France and Spain are not what’s expected by members in the Alliance Chairman’s monthly commentary, but they are what is still on my mind here at the end of May. We’ll get back more on National Alliance business in June.
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