Transcendental Titans

Revolt Against Modernity

Month: April 2018

Hearts of Oak: The New Battle of Britain

Immigration, Britain

Next weekend is the 50th anniversary of Conservative MP Enoch Powell’s now infamous Rivers of Blood speech. In it, he predicted that uncontrolled mass migration would irreversibly change the nature of Britain for the worse. He foresaw that unlimited, unfettered transfers of population would so viciously erode the fabric of British society that the eventual outcome could only be civil war. In 1968, he was denounced by almost all sectors of the political establishment for his position and was relegated to the status of ‘a voice in the wilderness’, dying a politically isolated figure in 1998. Yet in his own defiant words, the wilderness was a good place to be, for echoes could be heard much more clearly there. And echoed through the ages he has. When large scale riots by Muslim youths took place in Bradford and Oldham in 2001, his warning rang in the ears of an increasingly fearful establishment. When the 7/7 Bombings rocked London in 2005, his spirit stirred again causing an increasingly dispossessed and shocked population to ask, was Enoch Powell right? In 2017, when 34 people were killed and hundreds injured in three separate terrorist incidents in London and Manchester – the refrain which was unsure at first began to build: Enoch Powell was right!

Yet despite all the frenzied activity of his ghost, Britain has blindly continued down its dark path. The political elite has recklessly, deliberately, and maliciously enacted a plan to destroy the Britain that Powell loved. The evidence of this is everywhere. It has become so transparent that it has even drawn international condemnation as a spate of foreign speakers who wished to question the direction of Britain have been denied entry. In a single week Austrian Generation Identity activist Martin Sellner, his American girlfriend and collaborator Brittany Pettibone, and fellow American Conservative Lauren Southern were all detained and deported from Britain for daring to question the political consensus. British citizens fared no better, as Paul Golding and Jayda Fransen of Britain First were jailed for alleged anti-Muslim hate crimes; and in a bizarre and utterly draconian move, comedian Mark Meechan who filmed his pet pug doing a Nazi salute and responding to Nazi slogans as a skit was convicted of ‘grossly offensive’ speech; a completely Orwellian concept incongruous with the spirit of British law.

This concentrated and centrally orchestrated attack on free speech took place while news was leaking out of another industrial scale Muslim grooming gang which had systematically abused white British teenage girls in Telford – repeating the pattern which has been seen in Rotherham, Oxford and numerous other British towns and cities. It is clear that the two issues are inextricably linked; that the increasing incompatibility of multicultural values with British values has forced the government to respond with tyranny in a vain attempt to maintain the coherence of the state. The harnessing of the legal apparatus of the state to repress the British population for the benefit of multiculturalism had already begun by the time Powell made his speech, and he attacked the Race Relations Act of 1965 – the first piece of legislation of its kind – exactly because he foresaw where that line of thinking would lead. In taking on the role of mediator between widely different and incompatible ethnic groups, the government has become a vindictive bully which has subjected British citizens to a tyranny of the minority.

What started with the Race Relations Act of 1965 has now metastasised into a monolithic and authoritarian machinery of control – The Equalities and Human Rights Commission, established in 2006, received over 60 million pounds of British taxpayer money per year to enforce remit which was completely antithetical to free speech, and designed to silence political opposition. In 2009 it demonstrated this blatantly when it launched legal proceedings against the British National Party (BNP) which had recently won 2 seats in the European election, citing the supposed illegality of its party constitution which specifically stated that only white Britons were eligible to join. The subsequent legal costs were largely responsible for the dissolution of the BNP, which had garnered nearly 1 million votes in the 2009 European Parliamentary elections. This is just one instance of the will of British people being frustrated, but it is striking evidence of the chiasmic gulf which has opened up between rulers and the ruled. The parallel and separate ethnic societies within the British state which Powell warned of, are now enshrined in law. There is one legal system for the British people, and another, more preferential system of laws for the newcomers.

Britain is now in a de facto state of anarcho-tyranny. While the British population are mercilessly policed, even for private conversations, for inconsequential jokes, for minor political dissidence, large swathes of the country are operating with little functional law at all. This was demonstrated quite accidentally and much to governmental chagrin by the 2017 Grenfell Fire. When a west London tower block caught ablaze due to a faulty kitchen appliance, 129 people were killed in the subsequent inferno – or so we are told. Accurate figures for the death toll were initially impossible to ascertain because illegal multiple occupancy, undocumented immigrants, and shadow citizens entirely outside the legal framework of the UK were largely the casualties. Amid the calls for beatification and martyrdom of the victims, the state was desperately trying to ascertain who the victims even were in the first place. As it investigated the occupants, it discovered many were claiming thousands in benefits or had no legal basis to be in Britain at all. Nevertheless, a train station is to be dedicated to the victims who have received millions in compensation– meanwhile the mayor of Manchester Andy Burnham has pointed out the promised compensation for the victims of the Manchester Arena bombing has not materialised. This duality in approaches to communities is not an isolated incident; it is endemic. It shows how fearful the British state is of offending favoured groups – and those favoured groups are growing ever larger.

Powell, who was so ridiculed in his time for suggesting that London and Wolverhampton would become one third non-British, has been grimly vindicated by the statistic that white Britons now constitute 44.8% of the capital’s total, down from nearly 60% just ten years earlier. This trend has been mirrored in cities across Britain with Slough, Luton, Leicester, all possessing non-British majorities. Powell’s own former seat in Wolverhampton South West, is now occupied by an Afro-Caribbean woman. As these parallel societies have developed, knife crime, honour killings, acid attacks and moped robberies have flourished in London, accompanied by widescale electoral fraud in boroughs such as Tower Hamlets. ‘Grooming gangs’ has become a revolting phrase which has had to make its way into the British vocabulary as a direct result of mass migration. The terrorists who ran over pedestrians and blew up children attending a pop concert in 2017 may have been ‘British’ in origin – that is, raised on British soil, but they were not part of any British society the formerly homogenous population would recognise. The state has ceded control of these minority-majority spaces to the new occupiers, and rather than fighting for the security of its citizens it has contented itself to harass those who point out the truth.

The contemptuous, short-sighted, self-serving and hateful elite that now rule Britain would have gotten away with these crimes had it not been for another intervention by the spirit of Powell – the successful vote by Britain to leave the European Union. Powell was an early pioneer of Euroscepticism, so vehement in his beliefs that he abandoned the Conservative Party to encourage Britons to vote for the Labour Party who were promising a referendum on the issue, which eventually took place in 1975. At that time, only one third of Britons wished to leave the EEC, the forerunner to the EU, because the ravages of that institution had not yet become apparent to the majority of people. They had been self-evident to Powell, who understood that outsourcing a nation’s sovereignty was placing the country at the mercy of foreign powers whose interests would eventually not align with that of Britain. When the European Union introduced refugee quotas in the wake of the 2015 Refugee Crisis, the malevolent nature of that institution had become readily apparent to most Britons who despite all intimidation and propaganda firmly rejected it. The government may have thwarted the idea of a party for Britons, but it had failed to extinguish the Britons themselves and to exorcise the ghost of Powell.

This begs the question, why was Powell right – and why is our government so wrong? Even now, May’s shambolic zombie government is attempting to pretend that Britons didn’t really want to leave. They are betraying the British people yet again, seeking to elongate and water down the process of Brexit, to foment a pointless and highly dangerous confrontation with Russia as a distraction, and to all the while pretend they care about the British people while replacing them at an exponential rate. This at first seems hard to understand, especially as the politicians who have so callously presided over the last 8 years of disaster are from Enoch’s former party. What is the difference between the odious non-entities that rule us and a titan like Enoch? It is that Enoch Powell possessed a Heart of Oak – he belonged to that storeyed tradition of great Britons, men and women who believe in Britain and Britishness not as some abstract set of values, but as a primordial and ethnic truth. He took the name of the Conservative Party seriously – he wanted to conserve Britain and the British people, not conserve the economic interests of the few.

As a distinguished classicist he not only understood but relished the fact he was from a heroic Western tradition, he mentally inhabited the same psycho-spiritual plane as the Romans, the Anglo-Saxons, and the Victorians. Despite being bookish and genteel, he understood that it isn’t enough to simply ‘believe’ in Britain – you must also be prepared to defend its existence by force if necessary. He served with distinction in the Second World War. Not long after his birth, many in the generation before him had to make the ultimate sacrifice for Britain the First World War. He, unlike our politicians today, understood that nations are not simply unchanging and fixed sterile units – they are maintained by the will and vigour of those who fight for them. Our politicians today are terrified of their inheritance, of their duty. When the movie Dunkirk was released in 2017, depicting the British evacuation at the eponymous battle, it was denounced as being too male, too white, and too violent. What it was in actuality was too British – it scared both the establishment and would-be establishment because it reminded Britons of something they wanted to forget, that this first and foremost has been a nation of warriors, explorers, and conquerors; those possessing hearts of oak.

Our politicians today are so ready to surrender Britain to anarcho-tyranny, to sell it out at every opportunity and to ultimately give up because they have lost the connection to what Britain really is. It is disingenuous to pretend that multiculturalism alone changed British values, it was largely the British elite who lost its nerve in the face of Suez and the dissolution of the Empire. They want the EU to dominate us, because they know that they cannot measure up to the past glories of Britain – they have mournfully abnegated their responsibilities. In Germany and in the formerly Confederate states of America, a process of denunciation of the past has taken place, with violent destructions of old iconography and soul searching about the meaning of identity. In Britain the political class have simply tried to ignore our achievements, to pretend they didn’t happen – just as they are pretending that the people didn’t really want Brexit. They have retreated into fantasy when faced with the harsh realities of the world. They have recast Britain as a lightweight, weak willed and superficial nation – a country of “keep calm and carry on” posters, Harry Potter and self-deprecation. An inoffensive and castrated nation, the risible ‘cuck island’ that acerbic international commentators perceive it to be.

Just as they have bought into a fantasy about the present, they have bought into a fantasy about the nature of the past as well. They largely have shied away from publicly denouncing the British Empire because they have allowed themselves to believe it was simply a technological and commercial entity that spread itself by liberal means; a misunderstanding which coloured their misguided efforts to spread neoliberal utopia to Afghanistan and Iraq. What their value-based perception of British identity has failed to consider, is that it was not technology or trade that made Britain great. It was a raw martial will, a militaristic and hard-edged character of extreme forcefulness and determination that rests beneath the veneer of British politeness. The story of the Empire is one of struggle, in which the natives gave as good as they got. In the Indian Mutiny, at Siege of Khartoum, at Isandlwana, the supposedly passive populations temporarily got the upper hand over the British and massacred the defeated Brits. But in the end, by force of arms, steely determination, and sheer grit Britons prevailed. That is the real character of Britain, the beating hearts of oak that built the British Empire. That is the caste of men that Enoch Powell belonged to.

We must now understand the seriousness of the situation we are faced with, just as Enoch did. If you really believe in what Britain truly is, you will understand that the process we are undergoing is not simply a change of values, or the passing of the generational torch, it is the wholesale destruction of our country and our people. The British lion may have given a mighty roar with Brexit, but it is beset by many hyenas. The machinations of the European Union, the total loss of our personal and political liberties, the rampaging destruction caused by the entirely separate and alien ethnic communities that have been allowed to do as they wish in our midst. It is time for us to develop our own hearts of oak, to understand that we are part of a great and unfinished history, that we belong to the same ilk as Nelson and Wellington.

We with hearts of oak are part of the true British tradition, we hear the voices of Britons who were willing to square up to those who would oppose us and crush them underfoot or to die trying. We remember Gordon of Khartoum, staring down approaching Muslim Mahdists hordes with revolver in hand. We remember Melville and Coghill, valiantly saving the Queen’s colours from the ferocious and frenzied hordes of Zulus. We remember Nelson on the deck of the HMS Victory, dying but still only concerned with his duty. We understand Britain is our lifeboat in a sea of uncertainty and global strife. It is our proud galleon and it is the only one that we have. We may complain about it, we may despise our government, but when we see the British countryside and hear the strains of Elgar, we know we are home. Our ship is sinking fast and Nelson is dying on deck. The war that Enoch Powell warned us of 50 years ago is here now. It is being waged by every grooming gang, every Muslim terrorist, every corrupt and lying politician. It is a war on us, on the British people, and we are losing. But just as at Dunkirk, we may lose the battle, but we will not lose the war. Tonight, the BBC will broadcast Powell’s speech again – and it will be a clarion call for all those with hearts of oak to join together in The New Battle of Britain.  Just as the great heroes of our past, we must raise up our voices and say, Britain is ours – come on ye noblest English! England expects every man to do his duty, and our duty is to repel all boarders. Too much rests on this battle for it to be lost, and we do not intend to.

Acolytes in the Temple of Iron

Identitarian, Masculine

Battle of Augustodunum,  Peter Dennis

You may admire the past – but you wouldn’t want to live in it. This is the most basic repudiation of traditionalism. Life before the modern era was painful, squalid and short. It is thus self-evident that to any progressively minded individual that the crowning achievement of modernity is the longevity and painlessness of contemporary existence. More people are living longer than ever, it is an undeniable fact. The once terrifying scourge of plagues and famines have been nullified, and this was achieved without the help of any God. We have abandoned faith in the divine who no longer can harm us and replaced it with our unquestioning belief in the doctor, the medical researcher, and the pharmaceutical company. These are the new high priests and preachers of a transhumanist utopia which promises a future where every human imperfection can be solved and even improved upon by rational and technological means. Adherence to this cult is now so pervasive that healthcare has become a shibboleth which makes and breaks our governments. We have gleefully trampled on the past in the hysterical stampede towards this new promised land, but in doing so have we blinded ourselves to the possibility that modernity itself may be sick?

While on the surface it seems that the inexorable march of modern medical progress has been an objective and linear improvement in the human lot, there is trouble in paradise. We are faced with being the first generation that may not live as long as parents, not owing to some new and insidious disease or cataclysmic war – but largely because the ravages of plenty have overtaken modern medicine’s ability to deal with them. Diabetes and heart disease are exploding as a result of obesity which is a product of our own gluttony and laziness. The addiction to killing the pain in our life has caused many to kill the pain for good, with deaths from legal drugs now surpassing deaths from illicit substances in many regions; a trend starkly demonstrated by recent reports of an epidemic of deaths attributed to the powerful painkiller fentanyl. While polio, smallpox and measles may have vanished from our collective fears, the rise of chronic diseases is becoming more and more apparent. Crohn’s, Celiac Disease, fibromyalgia, asthma, diabetes and Lupus have now become the consumption and venereal disease of our time. They may not kill – but they are leaving a whole generation of youth locked into a life of pain and despair, with no solution from our new medical overlords in sight.

The picture is even darker for young men, who have now been confirmed as on average possessing less grip strength than their grandparents; coupled with testosterone levels and sperm counts which are in dramatic and largely unexplained freefall. These problems almost pale into insignificance when compared to the tsunami of mental health problems which have washed over society, with rates of depression, anxiety, and schizophrenia skyrocketing to the point they have produced the grim and highly revealing statistic that suicide is now the biggest killer of men under 45 in the UK. It may be the case that modernity has extended our life span, but in doing so it has created lives which many do not actually want to live. The God of new medicine has proven to be as seemingly arbitrary and unmoved by human suffering as the wrathful Lord of the Old Testament. Modernity has failed to live up to its end of the bargain; the promise of an easy path to self-mastery has proved a hollow one. The acceptance of the lie has been aided by the disingenuous soothsayers of modern leftism who have consistently reassured us that humans beings are raw clay, open to being entirely re-worked by technology and ideology.

It may even be the case that modern attitudes have in fact impeded genuine medical progress. It is widely known that the precipitous rise of antibiotic resistant diseases has sprung from modern profligacy with the overuse of antibiotics. It is also true that the major medical breakthroughs that fuelled the rise in life expectancy: the discovery of insulin, the creation of penicillin, the development of anaesthetics are all breakthroughs which pre-date the Second World War, and whether they can even be truly considered ‘modern’ at all is up for debate. Their discoverers may in fact be the inheritors of the more rigorous scientific standards of the Enlightenment, not the products of the affirmative action riddled, subjectivist, and market driven scientific field of today. A new and compelling medical nihilism is developing among some sections of the former faithful, who are daring to question our secular religion, such as Jacob Stegenga and his upcoming book on the topic.

Yet our crusade against the blind and unquestioning belief in modern medicine is not fundamentally based on its efficacy. It does not derive from sour grapes at the fact it has failed to increase our life span to a hundred fifty years; nor is it grounded in disappointment that not one human organ can be replaced by a better synthetic alternative. Our objection is much more fundamental than that. The entire basis of the modern worship of the physician is rotten, not because they can’t achieve what they claim, but because even if they could it would be meaningless. Life is not a game where living another year is an end in itself. Age is not a scoring system. A long life is not necessarily a good life. The modern obsession with clinging to life at all costs has smothered the flame of the heroic impulse, it has rendered us all cowards. Even more damagingly, modern medicine’s quest to delay death has distracted us from our true foe: human entropy. The human experience is one where we are locked in a constant and unending battle with the limits of our own physical and intellectual capabilities. Life is a series of attacks and counter-attacks by the human will battling against the natural decay which we are subjected to. The heroic path in life is not to pray impotently to the medical monolith, hoping it will cure your problems – it is to take your destiny in your own hands. We cannot transcend death, but we may be able to transcend our own limitations.

This notion is not a popular one in today’s society. We have opted to prostate ourselves, grovelling meekly to foolhardy doctors and amoral pharmaceutical companies because most people today have abandoned the unyielding fight against human entropy. They have not only embraced and accepted their own physical and intellectual failings but have sought to make virtues of them. This is why to point out obesity is ‘fat shaming’. It is why the veneration of disability and victimhood is everywhere manifest in society. It is the reason the quest to seek real and meaningful knowledge and to not hand hold those without the capacity is deemed exclusionary and elitist. Even implying that people create their own problems and are at least in part responsible for managing their own health is considered reactionary. The assertion that it is what you do in life, and not how long you live is an explosive challenge which the coddled and craven find deeply uncomfortable. It is time to re-state a primordial truth which may be deeply troubling for those loyal to the necromancers and butchers of the modern medical establishment. Life has no inherent meaning, it is given meaning by our struggle to achieve self-mastery against the constant whirling tides of misfortune, decay, disease and violent opposition.

A whole generation of young men have simply rotted and withered away awaiting the transhumanist utopia promised by modernity and the Left. A hundred years ago the flower of European youth died in the blood and mud of the Great War. A century later that youth is fat, weak, depressed, and fundamentally unfulfilled – it has been stultified almost beyond salvation. The death in the trenches has been replaced with the purgatory of spiritual death. Idleness is killing society as surely as warfare did. The human spirit yearns to test itself against the limits of life, to be allowed to strive for greatness, to burn with the brightness of youthful vitality. Modernity offers us only the fear and temptation of death, the goal of doing nothing but simply staying alive for the sake of it and the sweet release of the ending the boredom of a life lived in such way. The average life expectancy of a Roman was 25, yet their lack of longevity did not preclude their greatness – in fact it contributed to it. The choice of a painful death in the service of glory and greatness, or the ‘easy’ death amid clinical surroundings of a local hospital is a false dichotomy. Living entails pain; dying entails pain. It is time to stop buying into the modernist belief it can be avoided, but instead meet the prospect of our own mortality head on.

It is long past time to completely reject the failed church of modernity: its promises have been laid bare. It is now the time to live like the Roman; to embrace the spirit of the youth who a century ago chose to charge machine guns rather than to petrify and decay. It is time to don your robes and become acolytes in the Temple of Iron, to adopt the credo of Yukio Mishima and the Golden One that we must make savage the body and civilise the mind. Step out of the shadows and dispel the fear of death, laugh in the face of those who are vainly demanding clemency and that nature itself abide by the imaginary laws of equality. Wear your body with pride, and always seek self-betterment. Be the first to point out that modernity is sick, and we acolytes in the Temple of Iron are healthy.