The Reconquistadores Are Coming

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Hours before I arrived in Porto, an African man stabbed a pregnant woman to death in one of Porto’s parks. It was yet another one of the countless acts of “random violence” in which a “random” black man “randomly” targets a European woman, child, or man. Indeed, such stabbings in European countries like Portugal are no longer even shocking. News of the murder barely exists, with Porto Canal scrubbing its report of the attack and other news outlets providing scant information.

Such is the Portugal of current year. Such is the Portugal in which young men like Afonso Gonçalves were born and grew up. Such is the Portugal I arrived in to attend the third conference put on by Gonçalves and his identitarian activist organization, Reconquista.

I interviewed Afonso (we’ve met in person enough times now that I’ll allow myself to call him by his first name) earlier this year. During our conversation, he explained that the immivasion of Portugal began only a few years ago. Much like in Ireland, the government in Portugal was recently headed by a man of Indian descent who turned the immigration dial to the max while the native population was in the midst of COVID-19 lockdowns. Portugal has long had a relationship with, and influx of, people from its former colonies in Africa, but former Prime Minister of Portugal and current President of the European Council, Antonio Costa (who was the first man of Indian origin to assume the leadership of a Western European country) unsurprisingly threw open the doors of Portugal to his coethnics from the Indian subcontinent.

The Costa government’s immigration policy allowed anyone from anywhere to enter Portugal “legally”, even if they didn’t have a work visa or residency permits. All they had to do was set foot on Portuguese soil and apply for something that was called “manifestation of interest”, which sounds exactly like what it implies: all a migrant had to do was show “interest” in living in Portugal and maybe, perhaps, one day, looking for a job. This law was considered so extreme that the EU bigwigs had to step in and make the Portuguese government cancel it, which says a lot about the non-existent national sovereignty in Europe but in this case the European Union actually did us a favor. Think of it: an Indian man and his accomplices were not only giving out Portuguese citizenship and/or visas like sweets, they were by proxy giving away access to the Schengen Zone and freedom of movement throughout Europe to swarms of completely unknown persons. But of course, by the time the EU managed to pressure the Portuguese state to shred its ridiculous “manifest of interest” law, the damage was already done.

Afonso became somewhat famous worldwide for appearing on a YouTube channel with over 200,000 subscribers and taking the channel’s creator on a tour of Lisbon. What Afonso showed was nothing short of repulsive. The degradation of what was once a jewel of a city is undeniable, and the cause of that degradation is entirely down to third world immigration and the short-sighted nihilism of liberal democracy, global capitalism, and their purveyors. 

The video, and subsequent video about the Portuguese reaction to the massive and rapid demographic change in their country, have together amassed nearly one million views.

Portugal’s business class and politicians have tried to rob Afonso and his generation of their country. Resistance was inevitable.

In the face of decay, displacement, and despair, Afonso formed Reconquista. At a time when words like “talented” and “charismatic” and “leader” are bestowed on those who absolutely do not merit them, Afonso distinguishes himself for meeting all three descriptions to the utmost. Another word comes to mind when thinking of Afonso: passionate. Not only in the sense that we normally use when we say someone is full of passion, but also in the antiquated sense of the word that means “enduring” and “suffering”. When listening to Afonso speak, when watching him deliver one of his booming speeches, one can feel his pain. It’s the pain that comes from watching his homeland be turned into a Bengali street market. It’s the pain he feels from seeing his generation succumb to consumerism and lethargy and hopelessness. But he endures. He resists.

The third Reconquista conference was a testament to Afonso and his team’s ability to endure and resist. Recalling what happened to the organizers of the Remigration Summit in Milan, Reconquista had to deal with their venue cancelling on them at the last minute, and in flagrant breach of their contract. This left Afonso and Co. scrambling to find a suitable replacement in very short time. Instead of the conference being held in a cosy amphitheatre near the city center as originally planned, we ended up going to what appeared to be a quasi-abandoned gymnasium in the city outskirts.

As the sun set and temperatures dropped on a November night in a city at the Atlantic Ocean’s edge, the 400 guests seated in the drafty building buttoned up their coats and endured. The message was clear and repeated: we cannot be stopped, we will not be stopped.

Reconquista’s members rewarded our endurance by putting on the best conference they could in such circumstances. The opening act was a musician whose name I unfortunately did not catch. He serenaded us with some lovely fado tunes and set the mood nicely. This was, after all, an event for Portuguese patriots first and foremost.

After the musical introduction, it was the speakers’ turn to stand at the podium. I don’t speak Portuguese, but thanks to speaking Spanish and Italian I was able to understand the gist of what the Portuguese speakers had to say. The first speaker, Professor António Sousa Lara gave a sort of Putin-esque speech, taking us back in time and through the tumultuous history of Europe in general, Portugal in particular, and both’s relationship to the superpowers of the world: namely, the United States and the Soviet Union. The other Portuguese speakers were members of Reconquista, Afonso Gonçalves’ brothers-in-arms. One speaker, a young man in his early twenties by the looks of it, said something that will stay with me forever: “I don’t want to live in Bangladesh. I want to live in Portugal!”

After the Portuguese speakers had finished, it was time for the international invitees to deliver their speeches. To hype things up, the honor of first international speaker went to Martin Sellner. Sellner has a way of utilizing analogy and metaphor, and homing in on the particularities of whichever country he speaks in, that makes his presentations always engaging and memorable. On this occasion, he hearkened to Portugal’s history as a nation of navigators and explorers who revolutionized the science of sailing. We must be like the innovative Portuguese of the past and find a way to sail against the wind, and what’s more, we must create our own wind and guide the mainstream parties, the captains of the ship, to the safe port of a paradisiacal land. That destination is REMIGRATION, the only solution to stop the genocide of the European peoples; and it is a genocide.

After Sellner, Jared Taylor took to the stage. Ever the Southern gentleman, Taylor celebrated the accomplishments of the Portuguese people and then asked the audience’s permission to include himself as a European. This year has been a complicated one as far as relations between Europeans and Americans go, and I for one am fine with an honest conversation about the twain finally being had. Taylor himself even apologized for years and years of American subversion and poisoning of Europe.

Poor Americans. They just can’t catch a break. It struck me that at the exact same time Jared Taylor was pleading for pardon, somewhere in Porto city center, a smug liberal American with a home in Martha’s Vineyard was also apologizing to her Portuguese friends as they sipped wine and ate cheese in a posh taberna, only this time it was for having put evil Orange Man back in the White House, for American rednecks, and for the fascism that always seems to be “on the rise”.

Nevertheless, Taylor’s comments were a notable improvement on the tone many MAGA Americans have taken, which is that we owe Americans a thank you for having stopped pumping toxic waste into our homes and undermining our interests for decades. No, first say you’re sorry, then we’ll consider showing gratitude. Because it’s not as if Trump’s administration is pro-Europe anyway. One moment Trump is saying European countries are going to hell because of open borders and immigration extremism, the next moment he’s imposing a 107% tariff on Italian pasta. That’s how he treats Italy, a loyal lapdog headed by his friend and supporter, Giorgia Meloni. In this report, I won’t bother getting into the bluster about acquiring Greenland from Denmark, claiming the EU was created to take advantage of the United States, the constant gloating and chest-thumping from the MAGAloid sphere every time a migrant commits a crime somewhere in Europe, and countless other examples of the American conservative “right” demonstrating its antagonism towards Europeans. My thoughts on that will come in a future piece.

For now, it suffices to say this: Americans and Europeans are different. Europeans and Europeans are different, for goodness’ sake. We have divergent interests at times and at other times we are in direct competition. However, we are also similar in significant ways. One of those ways is that both white Americans and Europeans are facing an immivasion that threatens to cut the thread of 6,500 years of history, as Martin Sellner put it. Jared Taylor can proudly describe his American roots, roots that twist and turn all the way back to 17th century America, but still humbly ask to identify as a European too, because he is part of that thread. In any case, the Portuguese and the English, from whom Taylor descends, have long been friends, so I’m sure the Portuguese had no problem granting his wish.

The final speaker was Afonso himself, and as mentioned before, he has a talent for delivering rousing speeches. He did not disappoint on this occasion either. Again, my Portuguese is rather limited to what I can detect as sounding similar to Italian or Spanish, but Afonso’s speech was easy enough to understand: the kids want remigration, they want their country back, they want their futures looking forward, and no one is going to stand in their way. Not Antifa, not crying journalists, and not the fake conservatives who only serve to hold back the real right.

The Portuguese really are an incredible people. Coming in at just under 100,000 squared kilometers, it’s not exactly a big country. Yet the Portuguese have nurtured and cultivated their land to become the home of some of the world’s best wine, beef, and cheese.

The native Portuguese amount to just under ten million people, yet these descendants of warriors, explorers, inventors, and artists continue to punch above their weight. Arguably the most famous athlete in the world for the past two decades and certainly one of the best footballers of all time is Portuguese.

It was a pleasure to watch the young Portuguese members of Reconquista stand tall and proud of their heritage. Like Gen Z, my generation, the millennials, were born into a milieu of ethnomasochism, misandry, and negrolatry. Unlike Gen Z, however, my generation embraced it and championed it. Zoomers like Afonso and his crew have rejected it. They have repulsed it from their souls just as their ancestors repulsed the Almohad Caliphate from Portugal itself. A truly generational battle lies ahead of them, a battle that will determine the fate of us all. On the one hand, Gen Z is perhaps the wokest generation yet. A huge chunk of zoomers have been brainwashed and groomed into the most boutique sexual fetishes and faux mental illnesses you can imagine, they are terrified of sincerity and responsibility, and are addicted to the Internet. On the other hand, there are loads of zoomers who are irreverent rascals who don’t give a damn about the taboos previous generations dared not touch, they are demanding something real and meaningful in their lives, and rather than embracing the anti-nation, anti-male, and anti-family propaganda their teachers and peers try to force upon them, they oppose it unabashedly.

So much depends on this half of the zoomer generation. They need the guidance and wisdom of our veterans and elders. The Reconquista conference succeeded in making that happen. With the likes of Sellner, Taylor, and Sousa Lara interacting with Afonso and his organization, battle-scarred experience locked arms with the energy and confidence of youth: an invincible combination.

Viva Remigraçao. Viva Portugal. Viva Reconquista.