Douglas Mercer
It's been said that disease was what allowed the White man into the Americas and what kept him out of Africa, and that’s true to an extent. Disease decimated the Indians and paved the way for the conquest of the continent, hard fought as the battles were. But in Africa malaria kept us out of the interior long enough for the White man to grow soft. Blacks can’t run the place, though (except on a simian level), and are mired in AIDS and rape — so it the continent may well end up in the hands of the Chinese.
The tragedy of the continent of Africa is that the White man, in almost all places, was only able to plant a thin upper crust of rulers and administrators, but was never able to truly colonize it. And the tragedy of Africa is that just when the White man in his millions should have been pouring in, almost all of Africa’s White leaders were high-tailing it out of there with 30 million pieces of silver in tow. “Human liberation” and “self-determination,” don’t you know.
What could have been a great White bulwark is now an unworkable mess that will be preyed upon by international elites. It didn’t have to be that way.
There is no doubt that Afrikaners got to what is now the country of South Africa long before the Bantu, and the San peoples only occupied a limited part. By the logic of Black and Brown activists, that means that the Afrikaner has an eternal right to the land; the Bantu are latecomers and immigrants, colonists. But forget about that. We only possess what we can defend and the only right that matters is the right of conquest. Get weak-kneed and wobbly, and soon you lose it all — including your life and your children’s future.
Several years after the collapse of White South Africa, the wife of the last White president of that country (who cucked on an industrial scale) was raped and killed by a Black savage. So much for Black/White “unity”; so much for rainbow ideology. “Kill the Boer” is not just a slogan there; it’s an injunction. When naïve race cuck Amy Biehl was murdered by the savages she foolishly was helping, they said “one settler, one brick.” Savages are not known for their delicacy.
But the cucking began long before that. The entire Western world world sold the White man out in South Africa and Rhodesia, to the West’s eternal shame. In 1960 White race criminal Harold MacMillan, the Prime Minister of what had been a cradle of White civilization, Great Britain, said that in Africa he “detected the winds of change” — by which he meant that a great outpouring of “equality” and “democracy” was coming to bless us all, but which really meant that Africa would soon revert to being the “dark continent” in the worst sense of the phrase.
And not content with the depredation of the border-opening Hart-Celler Act in 1965, Robert Kennedy went to Cape Town for something called “The Day of Affirmation” and gave a speech which would become famous (infamous) as the “Ripple of Hope” speech. Unhappy with his first draft of the speech, Kennedy handed it over to some Jews in his entourage (Adam Walinsky, Richard Goodwin) who unsurprisingly made it much harsher on Whites. The White man must go — that’s what those American Jews thought and said.
But even with such attacks by international liberalism and Jews, the Afrikaners held sway for decades. These were a tough, no nonsense, clear-eyed people. Simply speaking, they knew what was theirs and told the world they were willing to defend it — at the precise time when the rest of the White world was losing its collective mind and soon its collective existence.
And one can see the bitter-ender and dyed-in-the-wool nature of these Afrikaners from the very beginning. When these Dutchmen came to the land they knew that they were surrounded by untameable savages.
But they also had an instinctive feeling that they could be felled by ideology, by ideas, by mind poison.
In Europe around the turn of the 19th century the idea of “human liberation” spread like wildfire. It was a hollow promise and may yet be the death of us all.
The slogan of the alleged “Enlightenment” (which really brought a Dark Age) was “dare to know.” It should have been “begin to cower.” This movement spread stupid and suicidal ideas such as “universal peace” and “the brotherhood of man.” Even arch-White-man Ludwig Beethoven got swept up in the madness.
It was of course but a step from this moral rot to “all men are created equal.” We know where that got us.
Being an outpost, peopled by hard, practical, and sternly religious men, on the very edge of European Civilization, such books and ideas took some time to arrive in South Africa. The horrors of the “Enlightenment” did not reach there until the 1830s. When the never-say-die hard core of these men got wind of it they knew right away that it was bad news blowing, and they recoiled from its presence.
To mark the occasion an Ultra sect of the Afrikaners immediately began to call themselves “Doppers” so they and their descendants would never forget their rejection of the poison. Think Ben Franklin in his nightcap using a tong-like instrument to clip out the the flame of a candle. The Afrikaners had those devices, too. In their language it was called a dopper.
Extinguishing a fire they were, and extinguishing that fire’s distorted, unholy light. Eventually the Afrikaners were betrayed by their church and their leaders, and the fire consumed their country.
But the war is not over.
All men are not equal.
Extinguishing the lies.
