Love in Action
Florida members of National Vanguard
just erected their fourth billboard, seen here. It's impossible to
ignore this message of hope for White people, and it's just one example
of the kinds of things our members are doing to build a better future
for our children.
National Vanguard members help bring the truth to victory; we must love our people despite obstacles and flaws.
American Dissident Voices broadcast
February 19, 2005
by Kevin Alfred Strom
THIS WEEK I'll be talking about the
outstanding activism of National Vanguard members in raising White
racial awareness, some of our recent victories in the courts -- and
I'll be answering a letter from a White man who says he doesn't love his race.
The wire services are almost burning up
with reports of our 'Love Your Race' flyer-handout campaign. So far,
we've seen reports from San Jose, Monterey, Citrus Heights, Fair Oaks,
Sacramento, Carmichael, Roseville and Rocklin, California; Albuquerque
New Mexico; Loveland, Cleveland, and Columbus, Ohio; Butler County,
Pennsylvania; Howell, Plymouth, Saginaw, Grand Rapids, Kentwood,
Wyoming and Grandville Michigan; northern Kentucky; St. Louis,
Missouri; Ft. Wayne, Indiana; northern New Jersey; Palm Beach, Florida;
Baltimore, Maryland; central Virginia; Hartford, Connecticut; Colorado
Springs, Colorado -- and reports are still coming in.
In related news, our billboard in Las Vegas
is back up after our victory in the courts; our St. Louis members are
taking legal moves to restore our patriotic ads on the St. Louis
commuter trains; our members in Florida have hired a plane to carry a
pro-White message over the Daytona 500 this weekend, and will be on
hand to spread our message of White unity and hope in person, too.
And our Tampa, Florida members have scored another coup, too: This week they erected the fourth in their series of huge,
bold highway billboards putting our pro-White message where it simply
cannot be ignored. This time the billboard carries a beautiful design
based on a painting by Alfred Sundvall, showing a White woman seated in
a field of flowers with the words: "News. For us. For a
change," and the url of our top-rated news and comment Web site,
NationalVanguard.org. Jewish groups have urged censorship of our
previous Florida billboards, and a terror-linked Jewish group even
engaged in a campaign of threats and harassment to get our previous
billboard taken down, but our Florida members -- like our members in
Las Vegas and Salt Lake City and St. Louis -- don't give up. Congratulations and thank you for all your work.
I receive hundreds of letters every week,
and, while I always read them, I usually can't respond to them -- and I
won't be able to do much of that until we've grown to the point where I
can have an actual staff. But every so often a provocative letter comes
in that inspires me to answer it in print and on the air. This is one
such letter, and it addresses the theme of our recent literature
distribution campaign. The writer titles it "I don't love my race."
"I'm a White man. A European. A caucasoid.
I grew up in a White community. Most of my memories, whether pleasant
or painful, involve only White people. As a mid-teen I was a liberal.
As a late teen and college student, I was a libertarian. After 9/11,
and a couple of distinctly Black crimes in my college community, I
thought things through and became a libertarian with White racialist
sympathies. I listened to Dr. Pierce's broadcasts each week with
pleasure. Eventually, I became a White racialist with libertarian
"This site, National Vanguard, really emphasizes love of race. It's an understandable and laudable emphasis; love is prettier than
anger and hate, after all. But it rings phony to me, and I wonder if it
does to others too.
"It's not that I'm consumed with hatred for
alien races. I'm not. What motivates me is a very abstract
understanding of human society. I understand that certain groups form
organic collectives which naturally and inevitably conflict with
different organic collectives. The collective to which I belong happens
to be European. I can not, despite the pretensions to the contrary of
many sheltered White people, choose to side with a different
collective. Fate has chosen for me. Realizing this, I advocate openly
and unapologetically for White people. My people. And, from an
objective standpoint, the White race is probably the best race to
belong to. You might say I won God's race lottery. Nevertheless, I just
can't muster up much enthusiasm for my own people, in and of
"It's not just that so many Whites are
gullible or soft-hearted or easily manipulated. It's not that millions
of decent, functioning White people are dogmatic liberals, while
millions more are Christian Zionists who consider the liberals their
mortal enemies. It's something deeper, more fundamental. Something
we've always had, that we can't trace back to Jews.
"It's that we are a petty and cruel people. And let me be clear about this: We are not petty and cruel
compared to other races. If anything, we are probably less so than any
other race. But that's really not good enough for me, anymore than it
was good enough for Schopenhauer, Twain, Dostoevsky, or Steinbeck.
"The masses of our people delight in either
tormenting the weak -- or grinning idiotically in order to fit in while
the alphas in their various packs torment the weak. It could be a
wounded animal, a retard, or an effete liberal being sound-byted on an
angry neo-con's talk show. Whatever it may be, our people know sport
when they see it.
"I write this not primarily as a reprimand
or an attempt to affect change, but rather as a prolonged, befuddled
question to those White nationalists who claim to 'love their people.'
Forget the abstractions for a second, and tell me just what is so
lovable about 'our people.'"
That's a question that deserves an answer.
To petty and cruel you could add many other
characteristics that are less than admirable. More seriously, you could
add a host of characteristics that hold us back from being what we
could be as a race.
Our lack of racial solidarity is one such
characteristic. Most every other race has got us beat in this regard.
Even the veriest savage knows loyalty to his race, and practices it.
The extent to which non-Whites have organized themselves along racial
lines is impressive. A glance at the endless "Hispanic," Black, and
Jewish organizations that you can find listed in the Encyclopedia of
Associations or in a simple Google search would be a good start. There
are hundreds upon hundreds of them. Where are the White analogues? Even
in countries where Whites are a minority, and where one would think the
same kind of self-interest that provokes other minorities to close
ranks would be operative, they are few in number.
Another area where we Whites are lacking is
in our misplaced altruism, which even before the age of Jewish media
dominance was out of control and being directed to inappropriate
objects, much to the detriment of our own people. We see this every day
when we see White couples spending their wealth and their precious
irreplaceable lives raising imported non-White children -- or
supporting Third-World-focused charities.
Related to this problem is our gullibility
as a race -- we will believe almost any kind of magical-mystical hokum
which stimulates our emotions, our imaginations, or our childhood
memories. Reveling in these feelings, probably a mental necessity for
us, is the job of Art -- and harnessing these feelings may even be the
job of a future race-based religion; but today we allow ourselves by
the millions to be the marks for any halfway clever con man who tells
us he represents the "Old Time Religion" and "scripture" or "Cosmic
Consciousness" and "beings" channeled from other worlds or centuries
past -- or any of hundreds of variations on the theme. As someone once
said, there's a seeker born every minute and the mother lode of seekers
and suckers is to be found among White people, whose high intelligence
and productivity makes them wealthy enough -- and whose childish
naivetï¿½ makes them gullible enough -- to be the ideal victims of the
Another serious flaw is our obsessive focus
on economics. Work hard, make stuff, get more stuff: That's what life
is all about, it seems. Working for money has become almost a religion
in itself. Is there any limit to how much of our lives should be
focused on providing the material needs and material whims of others?
Is there any limit to how many fast food establishments and discount
stores should be built? Leaving aside government-approved religions, is
there any concern greater than one's bank account or profit margin? Is
there anything we should refrain from saying or doing, whether in mass
unwanted emails or deceptive emotion-triggering advertising, as long as
it increases sales for our drug or widget? Apparently not. And if you
think that I'm just criticizing the world of business, think again. No
one is more obsessed with economics -- with the making and distribution
of products and the number of Federal Reserve trading stamps in one's
pocket -- than the socialists, liberals, and Marxists. White people are
so money-obsessed that very few of us step back and see that the whole
so-called "political spectrum" is a sham, with both alleged "sides"
mainly arguing over the method by which we shall slave
for money and who shall get what share. Only a tiny percentage step
back far enough to see that we live in a world of biological realities
and that money is just a convenient fiction that ought to serve us -- not the other way around.
All of us have an unconscious need to
identify with a collective, and in a healthy society we would identify
with our race and nation, the latter of which would be clearly seen to
be a subset of the former. But in our current unhealthy state, White
people's vast unconscious will to identify with something greater than
themselves has been perverted: Whites identify as faux Amerindians even when they have no distinguishable non-White ancestry;
they identify with racemixing professional ball teams owned by faceless
corporations; they identify with the alien-controlled regime in
Washington which they foolishly imagine somehow embodies the America it
murdered; they identify with Ford or Chevrolet; they identify with the
Republican or Democratic parties; they identify as Baptists or Mormons
or Catholics; in short, they identify with practically anything except
what they really are. This is foolishness and intellectual cowardice
that passes all understanding.
And yet... and yet I still love my race. I
love my people despite their shortcomings. I love them because they are
my kind and I understand them -- and some of them understand me. We see
the world in ways that no other race can see it. We show that special
understanding in our art, written and visual. I feel that special
understanding in the knowing wisdom of my elders, in the smiles and
laughter and wonder and questioning of White children, the like of
which is not to be seen elsewhere on Earth.
When we hear Beethoven's Ninth Symphony or the haunting melody of a old folk song -- that's the White race.
When we see the magnificent buildings of
Federal Washington or Imperial London or the Acropolis or Moscow or the
Seven Hills of Rome -- that's the White race.
When we read of the exploits of Pythagoras or the Wright Brothers or Edison or Arthur Rudolph -- that's the White race.
When we effortlessly download
libraries-full of information with the click of a mouse, and share our
thoughts and ideas instantly, as we sit in our rooms made comfortable
in the dead of Winter by invisible and silent machinery, connected by
radio waves to the endless stream of ones and zeros that is the
Internet -- that is the White race.
When we stand on the surface of another
world and look back at the Earth -- or when we send robots to other
worlds to tell us what is there -- that is the White race.
When we gaze into the microcosm of the cell
and read the ancient code of the DNA that makes us what we are -- that
is the White race.
When we hear the children's choir sing at Yuletide and are moved to tears by their soaring voices -- that is the White race.
The greatest and most beautiful things of
this Earth have been made by White people, but it is not just for
themselves -- or just for ourselves as we are now --
that we should be moved to love. What should move you to love is the
realization that these things are just the beginning. The White race,
great as it is, has managed to raise itself just an inch or two above
the mud of our beginnings. That is only the first step on an immense
journey. In light of that, I believe it is right and good to love our
race. None other has its potential.
There will be another and greater
Shakespeare -- if our race lives on. There will be a new Hellas, and I
do not know for certain that it will be on Earth -- if our race lives
on. There will be new technology which will be to the microprocessor
what the microprocessor is to a stick in the sand -- if our race lives
on. There will be new Bachs and Beethovens, new Leonardos and Canovas
-- if our race lives on. There will be new Saturn V rockets, and the
silver seed of our Life will take root on new worlds -- if our race
It is not so much to preserve what we are now that we fight -- though we must do that. It is the unwritten and
unknown future, rich with infinite possibilities, that is at stake. It
is the promise that is in us that must be kept, the
promise of our children and our children's children. The potential
death of our race is a tragedy we must prevent because we would be
killing something that has just begun; we would not even know what we
Nietzsche said that man is something that
must be overcome. He meant that man did not overcome the beast in him,
the beast that was his forebear, just to exist in perpetuity as he is.
Man, European Man, is a bridge to something higher, something greater,
something that our best thinkers and artists can only hint at now.
Love your race? Yes, despite everything,
despite the flaws, despite the stupidity and immorality and
shortsightedness, despite the assault of the Opponent, despite it all
-- Love Your Race. Everything depends on it. And nothing else matters.