via Kevin Alfred Strom
There aren’t many pedestrians like me these days. People blow by me
in their monoxide-spewing cars by the dozen or half dozen every trip to
the main drag, looking at me through the windshield as if I’m an
anachronism, or a bug under glass, or just something they weren’t
expecting to see. I notice that if I catch their eyes, they usually look
away. On the rare occasions — especially in this cold weather — when I
meet a fellow pedestrian, there’s at least a 50 per cent. chance he or
she will just walk by, head down, without a word, even when I brightly
say “hello” or “howdy.” It’s like I’m not even there.
These White suburbanites keep this neighborhood very clean. Lawns are
mowed and trimmed and landscaped with a zeal exceeding a church lady’s
zeal for prayer. Sometimes I think there must be an 11th Commandment,
and it’s about lawn maintenance. Trash and recycling are put out in neat
city cans on the appointed days without fail. In most driveways and
garages are two or more late-model cars papered with all the required
tags and stickers and sub-stickers. Snow is blown with
petroleum-consuming noisemakers every hour or two during snowstorms. If I
walk at night, I can see the warm light of lamps mingled with the cold,
flickering glare of giant-screen LCD TVs. I see people watching
television one hundred times more than I see them doing anything outside
It’s all neat and all clean and very well-kept. And sterile. Every
block or two there’s a family with kids. And every block or two there
are at least twenty houses. By my rough calculation, that’s much less
than 5 per cent. of the homes having children. To the White children of
today’s America, there is seldom such a thing as “the kids next door.”
There is almost never such a thing as a spontaneous game of
hide-and-seek or stick ball or roller-skate races or bike races. And
it’s very, very quiet, even on Summer afternoons.
What a difference from my childhood. I was nine years old in 1965. On
nice days after school, the sidewalks were pretty thick with kids —
just about all White kids, I among them — in my Alexandria, Virginia
neighborhood back then. And the standard practice for parents was to
give your kids free reign to go anywhere in the neighborhood until
dinnertime. Going even a mile away was no problem, even taking a long
walk to the local shopping center was nothing to be concerned about. (I
also remember that, even in big-city Alexandria, the habit of leaving
your doors unlocked was so ingrained that they had to run radio and
television ads to convince people to stop doing it.) The air was full of
ringing voices and laughter, something that is much more seldom heard
What happened? Well, for one thing, the Jew-led “sexual revolution”
happened. The upcoming generation was sold on the idea that we could
have a lot more love and a lot more sex and a lot more “choices” and a
lot more freedom if women would put little coils of wire in their wombs
or continuously pop little white pills containing a chemical cocktail
that makes them sterile. Men were sold on the idea that surgically
cutting and sealing the tubes that are supposed to send their seed into
infinity through the body of a woman, surgery that’s usually
irreversible, was a great and freedom-enhancing thing to do, too. So
White men and women did these things — by the millions.
Could any enemy that hated us — that wanted us dead and off this
planet permanently — have done anything more effective than this? — than
planting the idea in the minds of the current generation, the
generation in its prime childbearing years, to put chemicals or wires or
sharp scalpels inside themselves to prevent conception of the next
And all that extra “love” we were supposed to get now that we were
freed from “worries” about pregnancy — how did that work out? People,
decent people, still have the idea and the instinct to be faithful. But
they don’t really know why they have that instinct. They’ve
either never been taught, or they’ve been told the reason to be faithful
is “because God said so” or something equally unconvincing, or they’ve
actually been taught the opposite by degenerate condom-dispensing
parents. They might “kind of feel” that sex “ought to be meaningful” and
they “ought to be faithful,” but they couldn’t really tell you why.
With all the so-called sexual “freedom” and temptations we have
surrounding us today, a weak feeling like that is not going to have much
effect. It’s not going to do much to hold couples and families
together, and show us that our sexual and romantic feelings are sacred —
are the most important and significant things in the universe, really.
Men and women are going to drift from partner to partner, hoping that
one day the “feeling will be right,” and all the while getting harder
and more cynical with each transitory bedmate. And love? That divine
amalgam of the highest emotion known to man and the highest devotion
known to man gets rarer and rarer with each passing day, with each
passing decade, with each passing generation. Don’t talk of love in the
degraded, degenerate West. Talk of hookups. Talk of Jewish-owned OKCupid
and cheating sites and porn sites and whatever perversion you can think
of and some you can’t. But don’t talk of love.
When sex stopped being something that you are, deep in your soul as well as in your body, and became just something that you do,
it lost its significance. It lost its connection to our hearts and
souls. And it lost its connection to the infinite. And losing that
connection to the infinite will be fatal for us if we let it go on long
Of course, it’s not just contraception that’s the problem. It was
just the beginning of a process that has decoupled sex and romance from
love and permanence and family and conception of the next generation.
Today, led by the Jews in the academy and the media and the government,
almost every kind of perverse and self-indulgent sexual behavior is
encouraged, as long as it doesn’t lead to the birth of White children.
And our generation, and even more so the younger generation, have been severely damaged. A few more generations of this and we won’t even exist anymore — which is exactly the goal of our enemies.
Now I don’t think White racialists have any chance of outbreeding the
millions of invaders of our White homelands, but a pro-natal attitude
(and practice) in our subculture is still a good thing. It helps ensure
the passing on of memes as well as genes. It’s no panacea or substitute,
of course, for the hard work of winning the minds and hearts of our
folk so people like us will be in decision-making positions one day. And
a sane immigration policy is needed yesterday. How about this:
Only Whites can immigrate; non-Whites must emigrate. Sound workable?
Cost? Whatever the cost, our people’s future is worth it.
Our vision of a future society should include programs to
counter the tendency for bright, successful White people to have fewer
children, on average, than the dull and irresponsible. That’s a serious
problem: It leads to a lowering of the genetic quality of our people
with each passing generation. It causes the culture-bearing and
leadership strata of society to wither away.
When Margaret Sanger (who was sympathetic to the survival of Whites
as a higher race, by the way) and other birth control pioneers made
their push for contraception early in the last century, they actually
thought that the lower-quality women for whom motherhood was such a
burden (and whose offspring were a burden on society) would embrace
birth control with open arms as a solution to their personal problems.
It didn’t work out that way. The dull and the non-White
continued to proliferate madly, while contraception mainly reduced the
birth rate of the intelligent and responsible and White — those whom we
would prefer to have more children than anyone.
Part of the solution to that will be a cultural change that will make
parenthood a more important, highly honored, and dare I say fashionable
aspect of elite White life — both motherhood and fatherhood included.
We will also need measures to reward (and celebrate, and finance)
parenthood for normal and above-normal persons whose increased fertility
would benefit the race.
Now, we stupidly use the tax and social benefits system to reward the
worst among us for reproducing. We can use those same systems, and
other voluntary and non-coercive incentives, to encourage the best
to have a larger proportion of the children in each generation — and
the unfit to have few or none. At the same time, we can manage our
population so it doesn’t outrun the ecosystem or crash to levels where
others will take our lands. Racial progress — upbreeding, eugenics — is
the most important precursor to progress in every field. The race that
implements it in earnest will inherit the Earth.
Our social policies — which greatly reward the childless career woman
who spends her life, say, overseeing the making of landfill-destined
widgets in a Chinese factory, and which also reward the
borderline-retarded semi-savage who can increase her tax-money handout
by having a seventh child — are dysgenic in the extreme. The same
policies essentially punish the intelligent White woman who has
Tommy and Sally and Jenny instead of having a position on the board of
the widget company — or having a cot in the corner of the crack house
that she shares with Jamal and DeKwan and their friends. That has got to stop.
By essentially killing off and sterilizing ourselves, especially our
best, and relentlessly multiplying our worst enemies, we are killing the
future and killing ourselves. We are doing the exact opposite of what
Nature is urging us to do.
I hope that I’ve inspired some of you to see things in a new light. I
hope that you will choose to devote your life and your fortune and your
very soul itself to this fight to ensure the continuance of our
beautiful and creative White race in this Universe. I hope you will join
my organization, the National Alliance.
And to you who have the means and the possibility of bringing new
White souls into this Universe, I hope and pray that you do so — and
that you do so with all good speed. Do not do too much waiting. The time
and the moment will never be perfect. Have faith in your self and your
mate and your love, and plunge ahead. And where deep love and devotion
and White children are possible — make it happen. Work hard
to make it happen. Do not let monetary considerations, or an age gap,
or some unimportant hobby or “career goal” or some minor injury or
hardship or personal preference stand in the way. Work with what you have
that is good, and do not wait for the “perfect.” The perfect, which
you’ll never find, is the enemy of the good. Choose your mate wisely.
Love your mate well. And let devotion, kindness, and eternal divine
partnership be your watchwords. Keep your line alive and teach your
precious children well so that they will do likewise.
This land is barren because we have been misled into wrong thinking
and wrong behavior. But our bodies are not barren; they are as ripe as
ever if we allow them to be. Our minds also are ripe — ripe for hearing
the truth, which resonates deeply in our folk, if only you will help me
spread it. Our gene-patterns still contain the same cosmic spiral
staircase to the stars that they always did. We only need to activate it
— and together we can do that.