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Springtime in Tallinn

Alexey Bogolyubov – Port of Tallinn, 1853

Last weekend I had the pleasure of attending the Scandza Forum in Tallinn, Estonia. In his opening address to the conference, organiser Frodi Midjord stated that he had chosen Tallinn as a venue because it showcases the best of Europe, architecturally, culturally, and demographically. In this respect, the location was most certainly well chosen – with an unseasonably pleasant sun shining on the Hanseatic jewel of the North, surrounded by friends old and new, it was hard not to feel a sense of optimism and camaraderie as we strolled the medieval cobbled streets of the City of Spires. Yet I must admit that I returned to Estonia for the first time in several years with trepidation in my heart, because while the Spring sun framed the beauty of the land, a catastrophic political storm has been brewing, and it is just now making its destructive landfall.

Estonia is a small country, small enough that the first person I encountered upon leaving my apartment was none other than Martin Helme, leader of Estonia’s Conservative People’s Party (EKRE). He was on his way to the Estonian Parliament (Riigikogu) to continue a marathon unprecedented political deadlock, in which the EKRE and several other opposition parties are running a continuous filibuster to stymie the policies of recently re-elected Prime Minister Kaja Kallas and her liberal Reform Party. On the surface, the ostensible disagreement seems politics as usual; Kallas is attempting to increase taxes and cut services amid Estonia’s skyrocketing inflation and ailing economy. Yet this is no ordinary political disagreement, but a battle for the very soul of Estonia, because the platform of the Reform Party is one which seeks to radically and irreversibly transform the nature of Estonian society.

Amid the medley of economic bills there are proposals to implement new hate speech legislation, to legalise same sex marriage, and to continue to encourage immigration to Estonia, which in 2022 saw its lowest natural birth rate in a century and highest levels of migration to date. Even the nature of the constitution and electoral system has been called into question, with Martin Helme contending that Estonia’s entirely online voting system has been rigged, and with the government potentially planning to end the current opposition in the Riigikogu by extraordinary legal means. Kallas and her Reform Party thus represent the most fanatical embodiment of the neoliberal cultural terror machine, trampling on the freedoms, rights, demographics and even the architectural and cultural heritage of the nation.

This story is perhaps par for the course in most Western states, yet it takes on a particular poignance in Estonia, this tiny nation in which there are fewer than a million ethnic Estonians, who have for millennia struggled for their sovereignty and ethnic continuity. The Estonian constitution states that its aim is to “[…] guarantee the preservation of the Estonian people, the Estonian language and the Estonian culture through the ages.”[1] By this token the Reform Party and Kallas represent a metaphysical sickness, a betrayal of the tribe, which in times of old would result in being cast into the deep swampy bogs of the primeval land.

The rapidity with which Estonia is changing prompts the question, why has this happened now? It is tempting to answer that both the individual and the moment have coincided. Kallas is the daughter of former Estonian Prime Minister and later European Commissioner Siim Kallas. Kallas herself has an impeccable degree as Eurocrat, serving as a member of European Parliament prior to her election. There is no doubt she is motivated by living a life dominated by liberal technocratic values. Yet the on-going war in Ukraine has also allowed her to mobilise the historically informed Estonian national neurosis about a potential Russian invasion, and enabled her to describe her opponents as simultaneously Hitler and Putin. It may simply be the case that many Estonians dislike her policies, but they have chosen to trade freedom for supposed security, hoping multinational institutions such as the EU and NATO will shield them. Whether this is true or not is up for spirited debate, but it is undoubtedly the case that liberal politicians are exploiting this issue as the Trojan horse with which to fundamentally change Estonian society.

This is not the full explanation, however. In truth it is likely that if it was not Kallas and the Reform Party implementing this agenda, another party and politician would have taken up the cause. Estonia has been targeted for the very reasons that brought we dissidents to gather there this weekend. For our enemies, it is unacceptable for a homogenous, peaceful, and traditional European society to be allowed to continue to exist unmolested. The problem with beauty is that it attracts envious eyes and envious empires, and throughout Estonian history imperial domination has come from a dizzying array of powers and ideologies. Swedes, Danes, Russians, Germans, have all sought to remake Estonia. The Teutonic Knights imposed Christianity on Estonia by the sword, and the Soviet Union attempted to subsume it into its warped vision of egalitarian utopia. It is now the turn of the hegemonic neoliberal empire to try and remake the Estonian people, and if they succeed it may well be the definitive end for a tribe that has survived innumerable wars and privations.

If we are being honest with ourselves, we cannot entirely say that a shadowy cabal has imposed this fate on the Estonian people. Many of them are collaborating, not for security and safety, but out of pure avaricious greed; a gold lust that has infected the heart of a segment of the population. They have willingly cast down the peasant built Estonian cabins and erected glass cathedrals to capitalism; they have eagerly severed their roots to the tree of life. In Estonia’s hour of need, this flock of Iscariots have thrown the gates open, for nothing more than a few pieces of silver. These app-brained cretins have sold their birth right for cheap taxi rides and immigrant delivered fast food. They will not only be answerable to St Peter, but to every Estonian who has ever lived and sacrificed and died; in the final account to their ancestors, they will be found wanting. Spiritual oblivion awaits them.

Yet this is not a tale of national lament. Estonia is being made an example of precisely because of its spirit of resistance. It is not incidental that the speeding up of the processes of national destruction accelerated once Estonia elected Martin Helme and his EKRE Party to government in 2019. By doing so, Estonia drew the eye of Sauron and the ire of globalist elites. Most recent polling data suggests that the EKRE is now neck and neck with Kallas’ Reform Party. The battle for the soul of the nation has only just begun, and we must never underestimate the Estonian people’s will to survive and control their own destiny.   

It may well be that far from being a tale of woe, Estonia will be a beacon to ethnonationalists around the world because in a small country, it is possible to make big changes. The problems of the UK and the US often seem so massive, so impersonal, and so intractable that a single individual or small group cannot effectively make a difference. Of course, ultimately our aim is to retake all of our homelands, but from small stones come avalanches. It is popular amongst some sections of the right to deride ‘petty nationalism’ and to dream of a united European imperium, or the repurposing of institutions such as NATO and the EU for our own ends. It is said that small nations will always be prisoners of geography, simply the weak suffering what the mighty may do to them. But this forgets that small tribes are the indivisible building blocks of great institutions and that if things have gone wrong in the organisation of our world, then perhaps the solution is not that of monolithic institutionalism, but of tribal confederation.

Estonian identity is not to be found in elaborate palaces or awe-inspiring castles. There is nothing on the scale of Neuschwanstein Castle or Belvedere Palace here. The essence of being Estonian is found in the taste of black rye bread, the appreciation of the uniqueness of the Baltic quality of light and the skyscape as its orange hues light up the bay of Tallinn; in the quiet excitement and kinship of hearing the gentle lilt of the Estonian language being spoken when abroad. It is found in the music of Veljo Tormis and Arvo Pärt, which stems from introspection in Estonia’s ancient birch forests. This conception of national identity may seem quaint to those who extol only the Faustian conquering martial European spirit, but these indelible shared experiences may well form bonds strong enough to withstand yet another attempt to reforge the people by an alien and destructive ideology.

In his address to the Scandza Forum, former EKRE MP Ruuben Kaalep noted that Estonia’s national epic Kalevipoeg ends with the prediction that the mythical king of Estonia will one day return. Well, each Estonian that now stands against those who would destroy the tribe in his own way represents the return of the king, regardless of his social station. By resisting he demonstrates a royalty of a noble soul, which contrasts against the degenerate merchant spirit of those who seek to trade away the nation.

This weekend’s gathering also demonstrates that Estonians do not fight alone. All European and European founded nations face the same fundamental problems and destructive processes. Whether you live in Tallinn or Toronto, we are all engaged in the same struggle. Much is made of the difference and conflicts between branches of the European family, but throughout our history on matters of true importance we have co-operated as much as we have competed. England’s Canterbury cathedral was designed by a Frenchman, and this is often the case for many of our greatest architectural treasures. Innumerable European nationalities fought and died in the struggle against Bolshevism. The modern conception of liberal internationalism is of course a negative and a destructive one, but the antidote to it is a network of nationalists operating internationally.

Herein lies the ultimate value of face-to-face events, especially in the lonely and atomised post-Covid world. History belongs to those who show up, and while speeches may give food for thought, they are often soon forgotten, but the bonds of fellowship made can endure a lifetime. It is heartening to meet other informed, serious patriots whether they are Finnish, Icelandic, American, Swiss, Faroese, or British. Ultimately Estonia’s fate will be decided by Estonians – but it is nevertheless encouraging to see how many others from around the world are willing it on to succeed in its mission to remain a country to be emulated and envied, rather than to be pitied.

The unjustified denial of entry to Europe of Jared Taylor to address the conference, and the conviction of James Allchurch in the United Kingdom for the crime of nothing more than podcasting are sobering reminders of both the seriousness and stakes of our cause, as well as the fate that will befall Estonia if it surrenders its freedoms. But I remain steadfast in the belief that in this small nation we can strike a mighty blow against the forces of darkness, if we all redouble our efforts to preserve our people and heritage, we can not only save Estonia, but all of our nations.


[1] https://www.riigiteataja.ee/en/eli/521052015001/consolide

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 chasmic 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.