(Translated opening pages from the 3rd
volume of my autobiographical trilogy)
Stefano di Giovanni: St. Francis
denies his earthly father.
This painting in the high altar of San Francesco,
Borgo Sansepolcro, shows him breaking off his
relationship with his father and renouncing his
patrimony, laying aside publicly even the
garments he had received from him.
If in the future one would say that the crucifixion of a soul describes my deepest being, he would greatly err. In reviewing my previous book, I was surprised that, what I most identified with, were the pages about my most beautiful memories with my sister. The true César is not the tragic César but the happy César with his family in the house of the street Palenque. Already something of that César was glimpsed in the second third of the first book of this series, in which I stopped the narrative just before arriving at my adolescence. Now I will have to retake the autobiography where I left it in the middle book of Hojas Susurrantes.
The problem with this new project is that very serious situations are unfolding in the world. So serious that it is not even clear that I’ll finish it. I do not know when the dollar will collapse and, therefore, the shelter that at the moment I have in the cursed house [this refers to a section in a previous book of the trilogy]. If international confidence in the dollar devalues soon, I will not finish it. In fact, I’m kind of living on the slopes of the Vesuvius without knowing exactly when it’s going to explode. Furthermore, the white race commits suicide at an accelerated pace. A book like this one would only make sense if the Aryans recover from their suicidal passion to the degree of founding an ethnic state where someone like me, who connected the dots to place the trauma model on solid footing, flourishes posthumously. But we cannot know if the Aryans are going to be saved, so the sense of all my work hangs by a thread.
The reason that makes me go back to the linear autobiography of the type of La India Chingada is that, I realized, the psychosis and iniquity in my family was no more serious than the psychosis and iniquity of Westerners in general. Consider for example what I say about the mental health of my sister and the incredible psychological dissociations of my father in Exterminio. Are not they a microcosm of what is now happening in the West? And the same I can say of the steamrolling haughtiness of my mother. To give a single example: when I wrote Exterminio Donald Trump was still a candidate, among many, of the Republican Party. Today a month has passed since he assumed the position of President of the United States. The string of lies, insults and even paranoid delusions that the national and foreign media are throwing at his figure evokes in me the war my mother fought against me in my teens.
The times that I am living are suffering the most serious moral crisis and of aesthetic values; of crazy policies in fiat currencies that will soon collapse, and even an apocalypse of energy devolution by the depletion of oil in the coming decades. How can I focus in my life when the world around me is falling apart? Well, if there is something that justifies a third volume, it is that this book could offer more clues that the evil that destroyed me, my sister and my cousin, and the evil that is destroying the West, is the same.
Thus, my present mind orbits around two suns. When I wrote the first draft of Hojas Susurrantes I orbited around only one: the toll that causes parental mistreatment in their children. Then, I ended up waking up to the real world by discovering the literature of white nationalists thanks to the internet. Now my mind orbits around a binary system of suns: national socialism has joined the cause of childhood.
In Exterminio I mentioned many times the book I compiled, The Fair Race’s Darkest Hour, which contains articles by several authors. In that compendium I present each section with an essay coming out from my own pen. If we order chronologically my spiritual odyssey we would read it like this: Hojas Susurrantes, The Fair Race’s Darkest Hour, Exterminio and the one I begin now, De san Francisco a Himmler.
Of the articles of The Fair Race the most important is the book-review on Hellstorm: The Death of Nazi Germany: 1944-1947. The author of Hellstorm has published essays in a webzine for white nationalists. I must say that the primary reason I find myself writing this book, rather than doing political activism, is that white nationalists do not want to organize. In the chapter “Tres Puentes” of my previous book I explained my criticisms of white nationalism: critiques so important that I must iterate and expand them.
In an entry in my blog that I left hanging for a long time I had come to the conclusion that liberals, conservatives and white nationalists are heading for the abyss. An Irishman whom I talked in London told me that even the pro-white movement seems to be carried away by the irresistible death wish suffered by contemporary whites. The metaphor I used in the blog entry is that the liberals are driving the train into the abyss; the conservatives are simply trying to slow it down, lightly stepping on the brake here and there to hinder the liberals’ ways. Although off the train, white nationalists are headed in the same direction, but at a much slower pace: they go on foot.
For the sake of clarity, let us compare the values of the white nationalists with the true defenders of the Aryan race:
• Hitler and the National Socialists organized a political party: the first step to make a difference in the real world. The cyber-based movement of white nationalism, on the other hand, refuses to leave the homely comfort zone.
• The Germans clearly defined their ethnicity as Germanic, including Austria, the Scandinavian and Low Countries, Switzerland and even parts of the old Soviet Union; Hitler even dreamt of sharing the world with the Anglo-Saxons. Those who advocate white nationalism, on the other hand, are either openly anti-eugenicists and anti-nordicists, or do not care about nordicism at all. Like the conservatives of the Republican Party who treat mestizos as equals, in order not to offend Mediterranean sensibilities they refuse to recognize that the standard of whiteness is the Nordic type. Many have no objection to granting the amnesty to the whitish population in Europe who have dirty blood, even if that means the eventual mongrelization of the true whites. This is why I say that nationalists are going on foot toward the abyss.
• Hitler and his closest friends abandoned Christianity, a religion of Levantine inspiration that only weakens the Germanic peoples. Many white nationalists, unable to apostatize from the religion of our parents, proclaim their religion candidly and have been blinded about the toxicity of the Galilean cult.
• National Socialists, including Catholics and Protestants, renounced Christian ethics and became pragmatic Nietzscheans. White nationalists, on the other hand, are frightened by history, for example the legitimate will of the Germans to conquer those Slavs who had handed over their country to the Bolshevik Jews. (If a Reich existed today, the same could be said about the legitimacy of conquering the Judaized United States by this hypothetical German empire.)
• Hitler and the National Socialists took sexual polarity as something to be taken for granted. Like all militarist cultures, the Germans subscribed to patriarchy and no woman was admitted to the leadership class. The men of white nationalism, on the other hand, have become unrecognizably feminized. Many have no problem with either the feminism that has been wreaking havoc on their race or the sexual degeneration that originated in the 1960s. For example, the National Socialists had an absolute will of biological fertility. The feminized nationalists have no problem accepting that women make careers; that they enter their conferences, or that they practice an ethnosuicidal natal control.
• The National Socialists simply and directly pursued the fulfillment of their duty to the point of dying heroically for the fate of their race. Like the Roman Republicans their ethos was severe, stoic and brutal. White nationalists, on the other hand, live under the illusion of the American dream and the childlike pursuit of universal happiness. Like the imperial Romans of the time of Nero and Caligula, the nationalists are hedonists. They lack the Teutonic spirit of tribal sacrifice. The saying “We don’t stand a chance unless our men become killing machines and our women birthing machines” sounds like anti-music to their ears. None wants to sacrifice himself for the 14/88 words. Who wants to become a bloodthirsty soldier or literally force our spoiled women to become birthing machines? With the exception of the late David Lane, who keeps in his heart the legend of the rape of the Sabine women who gave birth to the virile republican Rome?
• From time immemorial, the number-one enemy of the Aryans has been materialism, the inexorable thirst for riches without looking after their race. Keep in mind, once again, the history of the white race by William Pierce published in The Fair Race. Because of that corrupting power of the “One Ring” Hitler and the National Socialists subscribed collectivism, honor, hierarchy and militarism always in harmony with the aesthetic impulse of the Aryan soul. In the forums of white nationalism, on the other hand, one does not read much criticism of the greatest factors of white decline: capitalism and Christianity. They mention the Jews a lot, but not the mercantile societies that degenerated into a consumerist materialism: the most corrupting thing for the Aryan soul for any honest reader of history.
• The National Socialists pointed to fascism, war and conquest. Just read the Führer’s various pronouncements about his projected empire, and even my quotes of what Francis Parker Yockey tells us in “From the Editor’s desk: Materialism” in The Fair Race. White nationalists, on the other hand, seem to sympathize with democracy; the human rights proclaimed by the French revolutionaries, and with pacifism. Even the nationalists who can be considered secular make the sign of the cross when spotting the ideologue of Aryan militarism.
• In his table talks, Hitler constantly spoke of the most beautiful European architecture, painting and classical music. All of this was omnipresent in the plans of what the Reich was to be after the consolidation of his conquests. At the same time, the Nazis recognized the problem of cultural degeneration in general and degenerate music in particular (remember the chapter “La Traición Musical” in Exterminio). White nationalists, on the other hand, are amused by the negro-American phenomenon of rock and the filth that the Jews make us see on television and on the big screen.
Having pointed out the nine points above, let us remember that in Exterminio I said that George Lincoln Rockwell and William Pierce were not white nationalists, but that they followed the Hitlerian spirit. For example, they had no Christian scruples about people of color and Jews. Rockwell even formed a Nazi party in the US and mocked the precursors of white nationalism with these words: “They never, never get out into the public, into the streets, and reach the masses with an inspiring and driving masculine movement, which alone can win the hearts of the masses! They pass literature and talk only to each other.”
Rockwell was killed in 1967 and Pierce died a natural death. At present, in white nationalism there is no real resistance against the massive migration of non-whites and the forced fraternization with them, resulting in Aryan genocide by miscegenation. As even Pierce did not dare to form a party, his torch went out after his death in 2002. And although Rockwell was the last true National Socialist of the West, due to his premature death by murder he did not leave a legitimate heir either.
Being a Nazi means forming a fascist and overtly racist party in Europe or North America: something that the erroneously called white nationalists—as their behavior does not lead to a white nation—will not dare to do. Trying to summon these bourgeois who almost never leave the internet destroys the moral of the priest of the fourteen words. Unless these cowards become brave, I must do something else. Without any Aryan group that offers real resistance to the system—that is: to form a party like that of the heroic Rockwell—I have no choice but to write these annotations to my previous books: the pair of volumes where I already said the essential.
But before doing it one last word about white nationalism, sometimes called Alt-Right or alternative right in the neighboring country of the north. The biggest problem with their exponents is that they have not realized that their race is their nation. Had they realized it, they would have repudiated the founding ideology of their “nation” and would do something similar to what Jews have been doing for decades: denouncing the Hellstorm Holocaust that claimed more lives of innocent Germans than the alleged Jewish holocaust. Eisenhower, Stalin and Churchill, who ordered that Holocaust after the war was over, ought to be considered the greatest Satans not only of the twentieth century but of Western history. If white nationalists knew that their race is their nation they would have sympathized with the true martyrs, their German cousins, and would have been reporting the Hellstorm Holocaust every morning, midday and evening until the West wakes up.
They don’t do that, even remotely!
I would go even further. Since the Germany of the Third Reich represented the great awakening of the Aryan consciousness, every nation that declared war on Her must be destroyed. And indeed: after the Second World War the white and mestizo countries that had entered combat against the Axis are sinking demographically: the United States, the Soviet Union (now Russia), the United Kingdom, France, Canada, Australia, New Zealand , South Africa (the punishment for the whites of that nation cannot be clearer), Brazil, Mexico (the Indians who declared war on the Reich), Colombia, the Philippines and Cuba. My hatred for these and the other countries that have been swallowing the propaganda of the Lügenpresse and the Judaized United States, is immeasurable. For the same reason I will be asked why, if this new book is an annotation to the other two, instead of writing it I don’t try to form a party even though I am not an Aryan. The answer is that I do not have funds even to emigrate from the country of the Indians.
Had the West not suffered the social revolutions of the nineteenth century, primogeniture would still exist. However destructive my father was, as was also the father of St Francis, I would have inherited his house and the school. I would have sold the goods and gone abroad. In this hypothetical scenario, along with some American comrades I could pay the manufacture of Nazi uniforms to march against the Federal Reserve in Washington. We would hold pickets warning that the monetary policy of the Jewess presiding over the Fed—identical to the policy of her predecessor, another Jew—will make the dollar hyperinflate to oblivion. With the money of that hypothetical inheritance I would also try that the facts about the Hellstorm Holocaust become better known in Germany. But I have no inheritance or sponsor for the most elemental political activism. I may continue to have youthful ideals in my fifties, but with my scarce resources I must resign myself to the humble trade of writing.
Thus, even though in my autobiography De san Francisco a Himmler I wanted to orbit only around the cause of the children, I will not be able to do so. Due to my new center of gravity, trying to prevent the fair race from perishing, the treatment of children becomes almost irrelevant. Only the Aryans are capable of social engineering to put a genocidal halt to these mistreatments and the torment of the animals, as I’ve fantasized in Exterminio. Or better said, only a few Hyperboreans can develop the perfect empathy that leads us to Utopia.