The Order: A Drama (Part One)

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Douglas Mercer
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The Order: A Drama (Part One)

Post by Douglas Mercer » Sun Jan 19, 2025 5:00 pm

Douglas Mercer
January 19 2025

The future belongs to the man willing to get his hands dirty.


I write this message from beyond the grave, as it were; I have secreted it in a safe deposit box and will tell everything I know save my glorious death, a death I know will come. I have been warned by good men (nay, great men) that the time is not now and that my tactics are precipitate. Perhaps they are. But I condemn my life. I love the truth and my race more. And if I am entangled in a great ball of flame the more the marvel, let those flames rise higher and higher and light our way on the path from which there is no turning back. They say that in the old days when a battle was good and lost one brave soul was sent into enemy lines to be killed. They did this because those White men were courageous and glorious men and they wanted the world to know what they were made of, stern stuff indeed, like all our race. As for my history, my after life, it will be mostly written by enemies of our race. But make no mistake gentleman what I am is Robin Hood. I am a man on a White horse and am building a castle that no one yet can see, a future that will be no Fairy Land but the homeland of the Aryan Race. I can see the flames which will engulf me, but even more I see the beautiful City in the distance.

My ancestors were from Scotland and like all that race they were wild highlanders as befits that magical people. I was born in Texas and my father had been an officer in the US Air force. I regret that he had served a country that did not deserve to be served, but I understand that to him he was serving home and country and as my father I give him all honor. My father was the mayor of our town, and the President of the Chamber Of Commerce, as well as a successful business man, my mother was the den mother of the local chapter of the Cub Scouts. That is my people are the salt of the earth people, good solid and upright and upstanding citizens who did right in all instances. What they taught me I will treasure always: honor, loyalty, family, country. I regret that ours was not a better world for their kind, for my kind, that they did not possess a future in which they would have been the pillars of a great country heading towards a great future. But as all my brothers in The Order know, that country was not to be. That great future was taken over and put down by Jews and so my parents, though I give them all love and honor, were in the end naïve and were not able to serve the cause in full. As their ever dutiful son I have chosen a different path, a path which I know will end in my death and a separation on earth from all that I love. But as is said the fame of dead man’s deeds live forever and for an Aryan Man death is not separation—but a joining of my true kin in the hollows of Eternity.

To those who dissuade me from this path I say all honor; I understand the long and arduous method; all I can say is that I have come to believe that we must live dangerously. Only in danger lies safety. Only that which flies from us is worth having. For anyone paying attention knows the path of the future. We all see this once proud and noble country overrun by a pernicious Jewish Ideology of moral degradation, of financial malfeasance of Jewish bankers and money lenders, of race mixing and of the inundation of our people by aliens. This process began some time ago but now it is picking up speed. The average White citizen sees this happening but is not duly alarmed because the vast wealth piled up by his ancestors allows him still to lead a “good life.” He sees the negro and the Mexican on his television but he has been taught that it is racist to object. He sees everything tawdry and cheap exalted to high places but he is not able to understand who is behind this. He recalls a better time when he was young but is swept along on his path to perdition because he believes he has been rendered powerless. We are not powerless. But to harness our power we need to understand our plight, and be willing to realize that the time is late, very late.

To the public we must seem like crazed ideologues but we are nothing of the sort. A time of great change is coming but only those with clear eyes and steeled gazes can see it. And the initial work isn’t clean or easy or glorious. On the contrary, any starting endeavor in this field has always been dirty, heavy, and bloody. And one day my fellows in the White race will see it at their doorsteps when they spend their days hacking through impenetrable woods, digging trenches, killing enemies, burying best friends and relatives; there will be then no luxuries, no holidays on the French Riviera, no fancy clothes and cars; only hard work, suffering, and ardent belief in higher ideals. It is painful, but it is the way of nation-creation. There are no shortcuts.

And so here I stand, I can do no other, as a famous man said. It is alright that I will be cut short in my endeavors. My fame and the flames I fan will live on forever until the final Victory. Real greatness needs no public gaze. It starts in quiet places, with few people present. The mighty oak sprouts silently from a tiny acorn. The White racial state starts with us, here and now with the men who are proud to be called The Order. We don’t need any government licenses or police permission for this. The White state is inside our mind; we are the White state. The quality of our preparations now will decide the long-term success of the overall undertaking. We are the rulers of ourselves, and of our future state. It is now time to become Founding Fathers of our own state.

And I will now tell my story the best I can. It has been a glorious story, and I want to describe it in detail so the select few on whom our race’s future depends can understand it clearly without the distorting lens of our enemies. They will of course say that we were criminals and murders and robbers. But what we are and have been is far from that short sighted view. What we are are a band of brothers, a band of brothers who like the canaries in the coal mine smelled the poisonous gas that is being released in our country. And we decided to act, to act now, and if not to succeed in our own right, to light the path and flame upon which the future depends. I will now spend my remaining days on earth delving into the past but my eyes, like your eyes should be, are gazing steadily on the only thing worth possessing: the future. That it will be a glorious and everlasting one I have no doubt.

Continued at The Order: A Drama (Part Two)

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