“I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”

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I’m not going to claim that I have been totally 1488 from day one or that I came goose-stepping out of the womb. But I think I have always been instinctively and intuitively a race realist. Or at least, I have been since around the age of 8. The first black person I ever met was this kid named Scooter when I was in kindergarten. This would have been in the early 80s. (more…)

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I have returned, for a time, to the lakes and forests where I spent my childhood summers.

Returned to the knotted post oaks and the impenetrable blackjack pines, to the dense undergrowth and brambles, to the thick forests echoing with the song (more…)

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I’m one of those lonely people who red-pilled himself. It happened twice: Once in my early twenties and once in my early forties. And since a commenter on my previous article “The Tipping Point” asked for me to explain how that happened, I thought I’d share.

I became aware of the critical nature of race — vis-à-vis blacks and whites — in my early twenties after a few years of living on my own post-college. I can trace it back to the day I started paying my own taxes. (more…)

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I stood in the dim hallway, surrounded by police, hands up, being frisked, facing a barrage of questions. It was immediately apparent that somebody had called the police and made false accusations as a response to my writings — maybe more accurately, the nature of my writings. As thoughts raced through my mind, the loudest one was most certainly, “Is this really all worth it?”  (more…)

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Part 2 of 2 (Part 1 here)

5. Pace Yourself.

Alas, most people in our cause are in no danger of burning themselves out. (more…)

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“Speech that doesn’t commit one to anything, doesn’t stand on its own, doesn’t risk its position, doesn’t cost anything, is not worth very much.” – The Invisible Committee[1]

One of my former colleagues just had the honor of presenting the annual President’s Address to the American Anthropological Association. Her speech, a paean to the power of the “good” anthropologist who battles against the “looming darkness” caused by recent “political disasters,” was hailed as a courageous speaking of truth to power in the darkest days of late-modern life. (more…)

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Ezra Pound: “Make it new!”

The great monologist Jean Shepherd used to remark, “In four thousand years, no one will know that you ever existed.” This statement is shocking for modern man, who — while not believing in an immortal soul — is convinced that technological advances will soon grant immortality to his physical being. Mortality might come as a shock to deracinated modern man — who is never more than a few feet away from a hand sanitizer or a “safe zone” to protect him from the challenges of bacteria or differing opinions — yet this was not always the case. (more…)

Plato and Aristotle from Raphael’s The School of Athens

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Among my favorite “radical centrists” is the British commentator Carl Benjamin, better known as Sargon of Akkad. He’s enjoyable to listen to, not merely for the easy sound of his voice and his superior accent, but for his uncompromising honesty, even when he is wrong.

Back in March of last year, he published a video about the Alt-Right, and his summary was that it was fundamentally an idea space, protected from the policing of progressive gate-keepers.

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Since I was a small child I have felt that I had to devote my life to something tremendously important. This is it. You are looking at it.

My life now easily divides into “before Counter-Currents” and “after.” (more…)

Gabriël Metsu, Man Writing a Letter, circa 1664-1666

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I grew up in an incredibly small, overwhelmingly Southern Baptist town. The kind of place where almost everyone had some idea of when any given person in town had or hadn’t walked up in the main church (stationed straight across from the main grocery store) during the altar call to ask the Holy Spirit to come into their hearts, and “conservatism” meant being among the people keeping track more than anything else.

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“Assume you are what you want to be. Walk in that assumption and it will harden into fact.” — Neville Goddard’s “Law of Assumption” (attributed to Anthony Eden)

“A man is, whatever room he is in.” — Bert Cooper’s supposed Japanese saying

“With such expert play-acting, you make this very room a theatre.” — Vandamm to Roger Thornhill, North by Northwest  (more…)

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Why do I write movie and television reviews from a White Nationalist perspective? It’s complicated.

First and foremost, I write because I love film. I think that film is the realization of Richard Wagner’s idea of the “complete work of art” (more…)

Carl Spitzweg, "The Butterfly Collector," 1840

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Editor’s Note:

The author asked me to include a note with this indicating that although his central positions as stated below are unaltered, his opinions of certain individuals, e.g., “Prozium,” have changed.

I have been asked to contribute to the “Why We Write” series. (more…)

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Several months back, I saw one of these “Why I Write” articles and resolved to write my own. I came up with several good reasons why one should write: to serve as a lightning rod around which to organize dissent, to expose my ideas to constructive criticism, to arrive at a rhetoric which is both radical and relevant, and so on. Those are all perfectly good reasons, but they’re unfortunately not my reasons. For me, writing is a compulsion, an itch that I can’t not scratch.

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Why I Write

I write because I could not bear the loss
Of all that makes this world worthwhile and grand:
Apollo, Odin, Vulcan, Perkanus,
Birch forests sprung from European land,
Marble arches, Doric columns, beer halls,
Vast castles perched upon the Thames and Rhine,
Blonde hair caught up in ringlets, Yuletide balls,
Maypoles, Shelley’s poems, Polish honey wine
In hive shaped bottles redolent of bees,
Van Gogh’s sunflowers in antique frames, beef
Wellington, cabbage rolls, bacon, blue cheese,
Saint George, King John, Hermanius. Belief
That such things — small or vast as each one might
Be — must not become lost . . . . is why I write.

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I write because I can’t stand what’s happening to whites.

It’s personal and it’s political. It’s as small as the chicken bones strewn in the gutter of the Grand Concourse in the Bronx, and it’s as big as the future of the United States and the rest of the West. It’s about the kind of world my white children will grow up in. It’s everywhere I look, so it’s no use trying to avert my eyes. I hate what I see, and I have to scream.

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I write because the future is not what it used to be.

I know, because I have lived in it. My parents had overseas jobs during the 1970s and early 80s, and, consequently, I spent part of my childhood and early teenage years in Latin America. Venezuelan schools — at least at the time — taught their students that the country’s population was racially diverse, going from White to Black, with eight shades in between. (more…)

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The most interesting thing about the writers of TOQ isn’t why we write, but why we came to write from the perspective that we have. Wanting to express oneself in print isn’t that rare. High IQ people have their journals and books while even the less intelligent have MySpace. (more…)

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“A cowardly man thinks he will ever live,
If warfare he avoids.
But old age will bring him no peace
Though spears may spare him.”
—Havamal, “Wisdom for Wanderers and Counsel to Guests,” Verse 16

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I write because I believe my primary group — Whites of European heritage — is at extreme risk, and — for better or for worse — the most I have now to offer is my virtual pen.

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I came late to the issues characteristically discussed in The Occidental Quarterly.

I had no interest in politics during my early adult years, a circumstance for which I am now grateful. Like most Americans, I assumed that “politics” meant electoral contests between hardly-distinguishable parties.

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I once naively believed that everyone thought more or less as I did and shared my basic values. Today I wonder if anyone does.

A threshold reason why I write is simply that the Good Lord granted me facility with the written word. Not with video or motion picture production, or music, or broadcasting, or entertainment, or even the spoken word, but simply with writing. (more…)

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This is always difficult to assess, but from this distance three different spear-points become discernible through the mist.

The first is an obvious desire for self-expression–yet, as always, the nihilism of Samuel Beckett needs to be avoided, where, during one part of the Trilogy, such as Molloy, he declares: nothing to express, no need to express, a blinding desire to stain the silence. I think that the aporia whereby post-modernism eats itself needs to be avoided.

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