by Tom Griffin
Staff writer

Nietzsche said, “what does not destroy us, makes us stronger.” Surely, then, our Race must be strong. Our history is censored. Our heroes are disparaged. Our pride is taboo. Our altruism is ignored. Our cruelty is exaggerated. Our children are brainwashed. Our genes are defiled. Our numbers are shrinking.

Yet the relentless exertions of our racial enemies pales in comparison to that of our own internal rot. For the decay of the world is indeed much worse when it resides within us. All too often, we see the scourge of defeatism metastasize within our own ranks, and by that I don’t mean the masses, who can never be trusted with the sacrosanct duty of preserving our Race. No, I am referring to those self-styled white racialist pretenders, our supposed vanguard, who have made it a habit to beg.

There is nothing more insulting, or more wholly uncharacteristic of our Race, than the sight of white racialists begging for equality. You have undoubtedly seen the images. These charlatans demonstrate like negroes on the streets with placards reading “Equal Rights for Whites” and “Whites and Palestinians Unite” and other such hogwash. How repugnant that they, such proud white men as we are told to believe, think begging a suitable tactic!

Beggars, do your placards and posters equate with the sacrifices as those who have fought and shed blood for our Race? Are you hoping to ape the successes of the civil rights era? Are we to believe, therefore, that beggars are part of the vanguard? Are we to believe that by holding out your hand, or by holding up a sign, you will secure our children’s future? Are we to believe in erroneous tactics that suggest we are incapable of successfully battling our enemies without joining hands in “interracial nationalist brotherly love?” Are we to believe that our plight necessitates accepting aid from filthy non-whites to win our Cause? Are we not Aryans?

News flash for you pleading hypocrites: Aryans don’t beg - for anything. Aryans defy. Aryans conquer. That is why we were Lords of the Earth up until the middle of the 20th century. That is why we ceased to be Lords of the Earth when we began to beg just like you, but collectively, as a Race. In one instance, the noxious cycle of begging for votes finally caught up with us, killed our aristocratic principles, spiraled out of control, and yanked the reigns of power out of our hands and into the hands of our enemies. Then, as their gullible puppets and willing executioners, we marched around the world disposing of any kinsmen with notions of regaining our rightful position as Lords of the Earth.

To beg for anything is to beg for death. And to be sure, it is a death without honor. For the mercy the beggar wishes his victorious foe to bestow upon him robs the victor of an honorable kill. The beggar is like Alexandros, refusing to fight Menelaos after a bargain has been struck. The victor is now well within reason to make the coward’s death even more miserable than he might. So! If you “Equal Rights” crowd are truely that miserable, then go bed down with the negroes with whom you wish to be equal to. Take yourselves out of the gene pool and spare the rest of us the embarrassment. But do not, ever, dishonor our Race.

Of course, genuine racialists - that is to say, all fellow National-Socialists, observe these grovelers with equal disgust. We, alone, are proud of the fact that begging does not represent, in the slightest, the tactics of National-Socialism.

The invigorating marches and the awe-inspiring torchlight processions of the German National-Socialists were pageantries of the manifestation of willpower. There was not a beggar in sight. The message was, “Comrade, stand with us! Fight with us!” It was not, “Please, oh please, Mr. Jew - please give us our equal rights, too!” Can any sane person imagine the German Fuhrer, himself, inferring, “if freedom is short of weapons, we must compensate with adequate begging”? As unthinkable as that is, some racialists today seem to think nothing of it as they stand shoulder-to-shoulder, loitering around with placards inscribed with clever slogans. For hours on end they stand hoping their plea for equality will be heard, smugly confident that a passing sports fan will notice it, and sincerely hopeful that a passing Jew will grant it.