We Must Change Our Pronouns

And ditch one nasty little habit too

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It’s the simple power equation at the root of the White Man’s dilemma: A well-organised and consciously cohesive minority can run rings around an ultra-individualistic, atomised majority.

It’s bad enough being divided and devoid of tribal loyalty when you’re in the majority, but it’s a luxury one can understand people thinking is affordable. It is, unfortunately, suicidal to stay that way once you become a minority.

There are many lessons which our people, collectively and separately, are going to have to learn Pretty Damn Quick over the next few decades, but one is more important than all the others: It’s time to change our preferred pronouns. (To be precise, our personal pronouns, but let’s not get bogged with grammatical niceties).

Once upon a time, we were undisputed top dogs. I’m not only talking here about the English, each formerly individual winners of the first prize in the Lottery of Life. I mean all men and women of European stock, those recognised (and not infrequently hated) by Others as ‘White’.

Vladimir Putin’s concept of the Golden Billion may include the Japanese and a few other East Asian nations but, in general, the world of the 19th and a large part of the 20th centuries was pretty much run by, and for, our kind.

True, various banksters and capitalists took the lions share of the material benefits (and helped malign forces and idiot politicians to plunge us into assorted insane but profitable wars) but, overall, the years which shaped our lingering collective idea of what is ‘normal’ were a time of unparalleled security and luxury.

The advent of social democratic welfarism completed the process, giving even the most idiotic and laziest in Western societies easy (by comparison with the historical human norm) living. In reality, the safety net they enjoyed was paid for by others, but there were no reminders of that.

From top to bottom, the inhabitants of the West have grown up and lived in individual cocoons of self-contained comfort. Consumerism and mass conditioning by advertising weighed in on top of all this to sell ideas of instant individual gratification. The sales propaganda is based on the deeply rooted appeal of ‘me’.

With the exception of family holidays, hedonist mates, and the totally artificial tribalism of professional spectator sports, the dominant personal pronoun of the era now slipping into the rear-view mirror was ‘I’. We just didn’t need a tribe, we could do just fine on our own. (Sky high suicide and drug abuse rates tell us that this was never actually true at the deeply subconscious level, but that’s another thing altogether).

It was not all, of course, the result of external conditions, of nurture. The rugged, sometimes even bloody-minded, individualism of our race is self-evident throughout our entire recorded history. It’s not just something we were taught by hedonism and ease. It is not even merely a matter of culture. It is in our blood.

Which is very unfortunate, because the times in which individualism was an affordable luxury have gone. Mass immigration, and the ongoing end of the economic and social privilege of the Golden Billion, are plunging us into a totally different era.

A time of tribalism - which is a very bad time to be without a tribe.

We Must change Our Pronouns

Hence, we need to change how we behave in relation to others. And such a change must start with how we think and how we speak. The ideas of “I”, “Me”, “Mine” can never disappear, but we need to teach ourselves - and then others - that they are puny things compared to “WE” “US” and “OURS”.

The singulars here are the markers of the old individualism, once a matter of pride, but increasingly a menace in a world in which everyone else is operating in their own ethno-religious blocks. The plurals are the personal pronouns of the tribe - of the future we must help our people to learn to embrace and master.

The vital mission of conscious nationalists in this shift of consciousness is not to contest elections or promise magic wand returns to ‘the way things were’, but to find ways of speeding this essential change. Among individuals, families, communities and from there, eventually, the nation as a whole.

Education for Survival

The struggle for our indigenous identity and rights, and the various techniques for building cohesion in our own communities, are not only practical questions. They are also about education.

The word must be properly understood. It comes from the Latin educere, to "bring out, lead forth," from ex- "out" + ducere "to lead". Intriguingly, given that these insights and imperatives apply to all of our kindred nations, the word has its origin in the ancestral Proto-Indo-European root *deuk -"to lead".

Our people need to learn various lessons so that they survive and prosper in - and eventually put an end to - the dangerous times in which we and the next few generations of our kind must live. Those lessons cannot be crammed into them by hectoring ideologues, they must be ‘lead out’ of them. Learnt by their own involvement in the process.

The nationalist movement and the long struggle ahead is a school, not just for individuals but for entire communities, and thence the whole nation.

Like in all schools, there will be a few pupils who will never listen or learn, whatever is done. But for the large majority that is not the case. The most critical factor in the success or failure of any school is not the pupils, but the teachers.

Who are the teachers going to be in the times ahead? There are only two: Bitter experience and well-directed efforts by committed nationalists. The former is coming all too naturally; the presence and effectiveness of the latter is entirely up to us.

I can already hear the doom-mongers piling in with the usual excuse for inaction or the construction of cloud castles in the sky: “Any worthwhile community initiatives we build will be crushed by the liberal totalitarian state. They will never allow us to do street patrols, run weekend schools, open community centres, set up traditionalist scout groups, operate local minicab businesses…….. We’re doomed, I tell you. Doomed!”

Encouraged to put targets on their own backs by provocateurs, Britain’s National Action is the gift that keeps on giving for the Powers That Be

Oh, for Heaven’s sake, pull yourself together! If you insist on painting ‘Extremist’ targets on your own back, you will indeed find it very difficult to connect with the people you pretend to love, but actually frequently despise and even fear. And the Powers That Be will find it easy to demonise and crush you, which is why their paid assets and useful idiots always promote such nonsense.

But sensible nationalists, going about this vital work quietly and methodically, need not attract attention to their activities. Remember that every one of the deep community roots or counter-power initiatives which we may come up with will already being done by ordinary people somewhere, purely off their own backs.

If the Powers That Be attack any initiative of ours, they will inevitably hit similar things being done elsewhere by completely non-ideological community activists. Such careless collateral damage is one of the classic ways in which repressive regimes alienate the ordinary population and push them towards the resistance.

Aspects of the struggle don’t even have to succeed, or to succeed for long, in order to advance the education process.

Educational Unfairness

If a nationalist venture is recognised by the local community as a good thing, then the very act of shutting it down may well have a greater radicalisation impact than if they’d simply left it alone. The sheer unfairness of refusing to allow our people rights which are granted freely to other communities can educate people far more than anything we could say.

Further, for all the manifest intolerance of the liberal elite, there is a limit to how much repression they can get away with.

To give just one hypothetical example, they could declare an independent Christian Nationalist cub-scout network to be a ‘terrorist organisation’, close down its coordinating website and seize its centrally-held stock of sleeve badges and certificates (which, by the way, is more or less all such a venture would need).

But how would that look to ordinary people, when Muslim archery clubs and martial arts classes are encouraged and provided with taxpayer-funded facilities? “They can teach their kids to fight; we’re not even allowed ours to learn how to pitch a tent, cook on a campfire and use a map to cross Ilkley Moor”.

Not only is that in itself very valuable ‘education’, but it is also impossible to stop a small group of fathers doing exactly the same thing for their own children, just without the badges, certificates and curriculum guidance formerly provided by the organisation’s central body.

The ‘rock masses’ held by Catholic priests, and the ‘hedge schools’ run by Calvinist preachers, continued under illegality for generations. At a time when the penalty for dissent was not being deplatformed by X, being banned from being a teacher or receiving a short prison sentence, but brutal torture and slow, agonising death.

We started by considering three words which need to be diminished, and three which we must seek to use more in their place. “I”, “Me” and “Mine” are luxuries from our happy, secure, lazy past. “"We”, “Us” and “Our” are imperatives for the future which we never asked for, but must now endure and outlive.

And, while we’re ditching outdated attitudes and words, let’s conclude by recognising and swearing off four more: “Fear of the Unknown”. Because that’s a major factor crippling our response to the situation into which we have been forced.

We don’t know what it really means to be a minority. We don’t know which ideas for coping with this unfamiliar situation will work and which will not. We don’t know how long we will have to endure these things. We don’t know how, or when, our people will react to the injustices and the pain.

These things frighten us, primarily because they are unknowns. But there’s nothing wrong with fear. When faced with danger, only a fool isn’t frightened. Fear creates adrenalin and determination. Face correctly, it is a vital precursor to effective action.

Feat is only a problem when it leads to freezing, or to blind panic, like a rabbit caught in headlights. To be frank, most of the nationalist movement is at present behaving just like rabbits caught in headlights. It’s a nasty little habit, and it’s time to kick it. It’s time to remember that we are not rabbits, but men. And white men at that.

Cool analysis. Meticulous planning. Methodical experimentation. Resolute action. Disdain for the odds. Standing shoulder to shoulder. The will to hold on. It’s what we do. Or, at least, it’s what we used to do. It’s time for us to do it again.