A Ballot Box is No Use When TSHTF.

Imagine an ordinary town or suburb. One of the many where our own people still predominate, although with one area where that is no longer the case. It is a place where the largely working-class community has been weakened by decades of economic globalisation and alienation, but where a sometimes slightly rough decency and simple patriotism still persist.

Now imagine that a small group of local nationalists have been working steadily on several of the projects we have already identified as community builders. It has better displays of flags than average and the strength of local demonstrations has stopped efforts to impose illegal migrant HMOs on the place. Perhaps there’s a much-appreciated Community Observation Patrol or some sort of food-related operation helping both the needy and to strengthen the community’s sense of cohesion.

All well and good, but while such a place is already better than its neighbours where nothing of the sort has been done, it’s not exactly revolutionary. Indeed, by the standards of a generation ago, it would still have been regarded as a strange, atomised town.

Most of the pubs are shut, the Band and Rifle Halls are long gone, as are the pubs whose upstairs rooms provided local lodges for the Buffs and the Oddfellows – the harmless pseudo-masonry of the skilled working classes. The Methodist chapel is a carpet shop. The church is boarded up. In place of scrubbed and grate-blacked doorsteps there’s mindless graffiti and piles of bin bags. Bored youngsters frighten old ladies. Everything which used to be maintained by the council gets tattier and more decrepit by the year.

Not so far away, an area with rather more red brick Victorian terraces is blighted by even more rubbish, but it has a great deal more community and life. Partly because it has more children and an overall younger population, but also because, despite at least as much poverty, it is still in touch with its roots. Which are in rural Pakistan.

Both communities keep themselves to themselves, although there is an exchange of money, which flows steadily from the indigenous to the incomers by way of minicab fares and takeaways. There may be less grooming than there was, thanks in part to greater awareness among parents and potential victims alike, and the fact that the police no longer dare to respond to complaints by accusing worried families of ‘racism’ when they dare to complain. The threat, however, still remains, as does the fact that houses which come on the market at the interface between the two are invariably bought by Asians.

With most of the pubs shut and the community centre mothballed due to council cuts, the indigenous population have no real meeting place, let alone cohesion. The Muslims, by contrast, have mosques and madrassas, all of which are packed for Friday prayers and festivals alike.

Their community centre – built with a mixture of their own money, a grant from a Qatar-based charity and a handout from the council – provides facilities for a gym and after school religious instruction, as well as a well-equipped kitchen which provides free meals for anyone who asks – although, in practice, no outsiders ever do.

Combined with the minicabs and their radios, the cohesion these things help provided gives them the ability to put scores of surprisingly disciplined and tough young men on the street within a few minutes. Any time of the day or night. The police are well-aware of this, the one time they actually took action against the area’s main drugs gang, they went in advance to discuss the operation with ‘community leaders’ at the main mosque.

While the white side looks at these things with a mixture of resentment, unease and even jealousy, they have recently been far more bothered about the Labour council’s efforts to move newly arrived African and Asian men and teenagers into several Houses of Multiple Occupancy.

There have been demonstrations, and each new threat sees a fresh wave of Union and St. George flags go up. For now, the plans are on hold. For all the problems and signs of decay, there is, many think, a much more positive vibe about the place these days.

The size and success of the demonstrations, together with the flags, have given many a fresh sense of confidence. Everyone feels that the long grip of the Labour party on local politics is breaking. The more political talk of Restore, the majority see Reform as more credible winners. Whoever is best placed to kick out Labour is expected to walk it next time.

The time is ripe for change, but if it is confined to the ballot box, people are going to be very disappointed. Many of the most vehemently pro-change are not even registered to vote. Even among those who are, average turn-out in local elections is only about 25%. Down the road, by contrast, the Imams and community leaders know that their block vote adds political necessity to the anti-English bias of the ruling Labour party. Everyone is registered to vote and, come the day, everybody does.

In any case, there is only so much that an increasingly cash-strapped council can do, even if the replacements for the old Labour gang turn out to be as good as their supporters hope. Among the non-registered and non-voters, however, the possibility has done little to change the view that “all politicians are the same, only in it for themselves. No-one really cares whether this place thrives or vanishes. They’re not gonna change anything.”

The sad truth is that this is all too accurate. No-one is going to come to the rescue. No-one is going to step in and put life back into the community. Not because the enthusiasts for the new parties aren’t sincere, but because no-one can save community dying of end stage irrelevance in a country where all the working-class work has been exported.

It’s just the same as with the ill-health of individuals slowly eating themselves to death with a 24/7/365 surplus of empty calories from corporate junk food. The experts and the state can warn and advise, but unless the people in question are prepared to take responsibility and action for themselves, nothing is going to make them get better.

Not the First Time

We’ve been here before, of course. The poverty – of aspiration and faith, as well as material – hopelessness, lack of community, alcohol abuse and addiction of our times were the norm also in the early days of the Industrial Revolution. A once sturdy peasantry, deprived of their independent means by machine competition and the legalised theft through the Enclosures of their ancestral folk land (“the commons”), crammed into the new urban slums.

It took several generations of abject misery and brutal exploitation before the sub-proletariat pulled itself up by its own ‘self-improvement’ bootstraps to become a network of proud, resilient working-class communities. Non-conformist chapels, mutual aid and friendly societies, the co-operative movement, miners’ welfare and working men’s clubs, all these and many other community self-help initiatives turned things around.

The improvements were felt in real life, even while the politically minded expended decades of effort on failing causes such as Chartism. The eventual rise of the trade union movement and then the Labour party of patriotic socialists like Bob Blatchford were based on the confidence and community-spirit which self-help had created. Political change mirror, follows and codifies changes in power relations which have already occurred on the ground.

This is why it is so important that the low-hanging fruit victories such as Raise the Colours campaigns and Community Observation Patrols become stepping stones to grass-roots initiatives which both aim, and need, to involve local people in much deeper ways.

As with so much else we are going to experience as the West succumbs to multicultural Balkanisation, the best examples are to be found in Northern Ireland, for the simple reason that they’ve had what the rest of us have coming.

I don’t want to see the civil war which so many people now see coming to Britain and Europe. As I have repeatedly explained elsewhere, I don’t believe that either side – the Islamist/Marxist alliance or the mix of indigenous and allies which the Gates of Vienna civil war manual which Prof. David Betz quotes with such approval calls ‘Pitchfork’ – will win this conflict.

Far more likely is a messy, on-off conflict which rumbles on for three decades or so, before an equally messy Peace Deal, brokered by some outside force which wants the business of rebuilding shattered infrastructure in return for farmland and other indestructible assets.

Scandinavia is likely to be fully liberated by the Pitchfork fighters; Mohammad don’t ski and Mohammad don’t sail or do night fighting in long, icy winters, all of which will tip the balance in favour of the indigenous resistance. The island of Ireland will rapidly go native again, with the physical force tradition of both sides of the old divide uniting against the new foreign foe’ – as predicted when the Gaels and the Men of Ulster first clashed so many centuries ago.

But, everywhere else, including Britain, no-one wins. To be sure, in the large swathes of still overwhelmingly unenriched Britain which the Crown, Crescent, Pitchfork civil war manual calls Zone C, isolated families and pockets of ‘Others’ are liable to be driven out within weeks of the Troubles starting. But the same will happen to whites left behind in ‘their’ Zone As while, in the contested Zone Bs, our people are initially going to take a terrible hiding, for reasons we will explore further shortly.

Overall, however, no-one wins and everyone loses. And, at the end, the psychopaths who have risen to the top on all sides take bribes to stop fighting, each settling down to control their own little patch of the Balkanised ruins formerly known as Britain, France, Germany, etc.

I’d rather get to the separate communities stage through a peaceful process of quiet population exchange, agreeing to work together where it benefits us all (traditionalist parents of all faiths uniting to force the teachers’ union LGBTQ groomers to leave our children alone, for example). It would be good if we could jointly oppose the mass Hindu and African immigration invasions which our masters have planned, and stand together against the techno-tyranny that our masters’ masters intend to impose on all of us.

But, apart from co-operation on such specific and limited points, the best way of preserving our identities is living our own lives and traditions, leaving each other quietly alone on the other side of the fences which are the best way of keeping the peace in multicultural societies which lack the money and resources to stabilise the inherently unstable.

In the long term, the end of the West’s five-hundred-year-old economic domination of the world will usher in an era of reverse migration, with non-Europeans trending to return to their lands of ethnic origin. At the same time, the crumbling military supremacy of the USA will reduce Western and Zionist aggression in Muslim countries. Recovery from centuries of colonial interference and financial looting by the City of London and Wall Street will also tend to make those countries more attractive for those thinking of “going home”.

A Christian revival is beginning in our homelands, while the experience of becoming merely the largest minority in a society of minorities will ‘tribalise’ our indigenous European populations. This will feed into greatly increased community cohesion and organisation. Sooner or later, this will make it clear to radical Islamists that they have no chance of converting or conquering the nations of Christendom, and that the best way to avoid the ‘contamination’ which comes from living in kaffir-dominated lands is to get the hell out of Dodge, twinned with Sodom and Gomorrah.

As long as the traditionalist minority among our peoples follow the example of the Latin Mass Catholics and start breeding decent numbers of children and grandchildren, we will re-establish majority control of our ancestral homelands.

Indeed, if the demographic winter tips us into full-scale civilisational collapse, it is inevitable, because brown and black people simply aren’t designed to live in the cloudy and often dark North without health services, imported exotic fruit & veg, and vitamin supplements.

Add in dressing their women head-to-toe in black and all those first cousin marriages their population would be the most unhealthy in Britain since the army found that many men born and bred in late Victorian slums were unfit even to be sent to the meat grinder, let alone fight Germans hand-to-hand.

Once way or another, our descendants will get our countries back. We only have to make sure that we have children. And that our communities and culture are strong enough, both physically and culturally, to keep them safe and hold them together.

This is the real challenge. Because many decades of welfare safety nets, and several centuries of state-enforced law-and-order, have left the peoples of the West with a chronic addiction to relying on the Powers That Be to look after us and keep us safe. It was this that killed off the old working-class self-help movement and institutions which we touched on earlier. That all seemed fine in the 20^th century, but it’s a very dangerous failing for the times we are now entering

The UK’s Muslim grooming gangs scandal, as well as being the product of the elite’s anti-racist obsession, police cowardice and cultural incompatibility, was also an early warning sign of what happens when the state then fails in its duty to protect citizens who have surrendered their right to and ability for collective self-defence. If gangs of foreigners had tried that stunt a couple of generations before, they and their communities would have been thrown out with extreme prejudice. Read my Substack on Britain’s Forgotten Race Riots of 1919 by way of example.

The current high profile of the grooming scandal is a huge improvement on the silence and suppression that went before. But the counter-jihad’s ruthless exploitation of the issue has only added to the collective amnesia about the evil which ran in parallel to the industrial scale predation on our girls – the widespread, brutal and even fatal racist violence against white boys and young men. Kriss Donald was not alone. Ross Parker, Gavin Hopley and the scores of others whose murders were highlighted by the BNP’s “Racism Cuts both Ways” campaigns are forgotten by everyone except their families.

No-one even talks of justice for them, because the Zionist-funded counter-jihad is not there to secure justice for anyone, not even our million abused girls. Its sole aim is to exploit their suffering and to weaponise legitimate popular anger to get the indigenous population psyched up for war. Not a war to protect our homeland, but endless wars for Eretz Israel.

War propaganda always accuses the other side of rape and sexual aggression towards defenceless young women. Sometimes it’s fiction, sometimes it’s true, but it’s always used to herd the human cattle towards war, not for the victims, but for those who stand to profit from the war.

Ignoring the epidemic of anti-white male racist violence is also clearly a deliberate and cynical decision. The very well-organised forces pushing us towards civil war need the angry British ‘street’ to under-estimate the scale of resistance they will encounter in Muslim communities when they move from talking about ‘remigration’ to actually trying to push them out.

Reminding the public that young thugs from their communities regularly victimised, beat and even murdered young white men, in a completely one-sided (‘Paki-bashing’, equally wrong, was from an earlier era) epidemic of racist violence doesn’t fit with their agenda. It is just not conducive to their campaign to persuade hot-heads to target mosques and Muslims for attacks in revenge for the grooming horror. Which, never forget, would not have happened if our own treacherous elite and pussified population hadn’t turned blind eyes as the problem grew over at least forty years.

For all their pretensions to total surveillance and social credit handout plans, the liberal elite are already relying on private police patrols, moving into gated communities and buying doomsday ranches in New Zealand. From police officers who spend their whole shift in the station or whizzing around in a patrol car, through the collapse of dental care, and on to the closure of Meals on Wheels services, libraries, leisure centres and Citizens Advice hubs, the state is retreating from our lives and communities.

As time goes by, this will steadily increase both the operational space and the practical need for a new wave of self-help organisations. The shredding of the old state safety nets will inevitably lead to communities doing more and more for themselves.

The only question is whether this will be a purely organic process, unavoidably and unnecessarily slow as thousands of communities reinvent the wheels and institutions over and over again. Or whether nationalists step in to provide leadership, examples, training and funding streams to co-ordinate and speed the process.

That will depend, in large part, on how quickly nationalists manage to shake off their own addiction to the opium of make-belief electoral solutions and the political masturbation fantasy of remigration.

The special tragedy of these time- and energy-wasting dead ends is that there are so many constructive and very practical things which can be done to build strong indigenous communities. This is particularly true in the working-class areas which are the most damaged by economic globalisation and austerity, and which are the most at risk if or when the counter-jihad merchants manage to turn mainland Britain into a giant version of early 1970s Belfast.

And that brings us to the worst thing of all about the counter-jihad’s toxic combination of civil war incitement and electoral sleeping pills: It is helping to leave real life communities completely unprepared for what’s coming.

Think back to the two parts of the typical English town we considered at the start of this article. What is going to happen here if Belfast 1970 kicks off?

The police will be nowhere to be seen, partly because they’re infested with cowards and weaklings – soft, cowardly sociology graduates and seven stone wet through girls – and partly because the average English force has got just three or four patrol cars to cover their whole area on a Saturday night. The entire British army would be needed to protect central London, Birmingham’s jewellery quarter and the media complex in Salford, there won’t be any spare to interrupt the communal violence in rundown places the politicians can’t even find on a map.

‘Crescent’ and Pitchfork’ will square up in hundreds of confrontations and, in places like the one considered above, the incomers will kick the natives all over the place, and out of nearly every contested area.

Yes, I know, “they’re cowardly thugs who only fight in packs. They can never match us man-for-man”.

But that’s the problem: They do “fight in packs”, and it won’t be “man-for-man”, because their community is organised around mosques and extended family loyalties and minicab firms. While our ‘communities’ are a disorganised shambles.

Even the people who see trouble coming are wasting their time reposting Restore clips on TikTok and telling each other that Rupert will put it all right without them having to do anything except toddle down to the polling booth and put their cross on a bit of paper.

Many of the nationalists and patriots who should be doing the most to prepare our people to survive the very difficult times ahead (and by that I mean shattering levels of austerity and even more aggressive ‘woke’ attacks on tradition and normality, as well as ethno-religious conflict) are AWOL while waiting for the parliamentary tooth fairy.

Nor is it just a matter of who wins the conflict, also important in deciding where conflict breaks out, and – more importantly – where it doesn’t. As we have left it so far, our typical English town will be just another ticking bomb without too many more turns of the Clash of Civilisations ratchet.

Either side could start it. A little gang of not particularly bright white lads, fired up on lager, marching powder and AI-generated rock songs about Iranian ayatollahs grooming schoolgirls in Rotherham, might decide to firebomb the new mosque which has just opened in what used to be the Red Lion.

Or an equally stupid group of Muslim teenagers might listen to the older veteran of a brief stint as a Jihadi in Afghanistan or Syria, when he tells them its time to clear the kaffirs out of ‘their’ area (without telling them that his uncle intends to buy up those humble terraced homes at fire-sale prices).

It doesn’t matter who starts it, both sides will be certain they are the aggrieved party and that the others are wicked monsters. And, once they start, while the scale of the Troubles will ebb and flow, they won’t stop.

That said, communal violence is very much like water – it only floods low-lying ground, while it flows around high places and strong points. Let us return once more to our envisaged, typical, ‘enriched’ English town. If the Troubles break out while the situation on the ground is as it is at present, then the outcome will be an anti-white pogrom of horrifying proportions.

Street after street will be ‘cleansed’ of its English residents, those who belatedly turn out to try to stop it will be chased away if they are lucky, and dead if they are not. Every remaining pub in the town will be smashed and burnt out. If you think that’s unlikely, go ask people in Oldham about how – at a time of tension and violence far less serious than what is coming – dozens of pubs were smashed up by carloads of Muslim thugs during the mini-troubles of 2001, with one landlord nearly beaten to death.

When the dust settles, some sort of self-defence organisation will emerge in the hope of protecting what is left “the next time”, but it will already be too late. Every single white family with young children will have only one ambition – to get out of there. As quickly and as far away as possible. The place will wither away and, as each street empties, it will be filled by young Muslim families and by their own ‘refugees’ who have fled from the all-white Zone Cs.

Now imagine, by contrast, what happens if our notional town has already seen serious community- building work, sustained over several years. It will have an organisational hub, a network of men who know and trust each other. Its own minicab firm will provide the eyes, ears and emergency transport capability to send squads of young men to any and every flashpoint.

“If You Wish for Peace, Prepare for War”

Not that it is even likely to come to that because, at the first sign of tension, its band will have turned out, reinforced by others from places similarly organised and blessed, in a peaceful show of strength – which will have reminded anyone tempted to push their own boundaries that these are an organised, united and disciplined people, and that you mess with them at your peril.

Of course, it’s not ideal in some ways, it would all have been much safer if so many places hadn’t been ‘enriched’ to the point of ethnic violence in the first place. But, given where we are, and the fact that our people didn’t listen to Enoch Powell or to me while there was still time, I believe that this is the best outcome now on the table.

Now, I might be wrong. I am, occasionally! What if the counter-jihad propaganda doesn’t spark mayhem? Or, if it does, but the state doesn’t lose control? If the police and the PR stunts of the Home Office nudge unit and the 77th Brigade do keep the lid on? Or even if they don’t, the army steps in and stop the ethnic cleansing, as they did in Belfast in 1969?

Let me be crystal clear about this. If, one way or another, the state somehow fulfils its duty to protect our communities, then no-one has the moral right to take the law into their own hands. But if the Powers That Be fail, as a clinical and dispassionate analysis tells us is all too likely, then we don’t just have the right to community self-defence, we have a duty to do it.

There is a huge irony in the remigrationists’ position when they stick their heads in the sand and pretend that it will all be sorted out painless by Rupert, Marine or Martin – or whatever right-wing lesbian or limp-wristed Zionist is selling the false hope of easy answers in their country. This is the fact that if they would knuckle down to serious community organisation work, they would greatly boost the chances of their favoured party making an electoral breakthrough in the place in question.

By their own fuzzy logic, they should take my proposals and run with them, even if their own leaders are too stupid, lazy or inexperienced to know what needs to be done to build the deep community foundations in which lasting political support is based.

Furthermore, if by lucky chance peace does prevail, communities in which local activists have made a serious effort to create self-help organisations will be much happier places, much more likely to be places where young people want to stay and – most important of all – have and rear children, than those which don’t.

So what, exactly, should this self-help drive look like in practical terms? We will examine this crucial question in the next part of this series. Just as the experience of Northern Ireland gives us many pointers as to what is coming as mutually disdainful and suspicious communities fall part from each other, so too the ways in which they organised themselves to survive oppression and conflict can inform what needs to be done here to secure a future for our people.

I’m going to set out the vision of what I call a Strongpoint Community. An ordinary place, with ordinary people, which, by doing a series of perfectly achievable things, becomes something quite out of the ordinary – a community whose cohesion deters aggression and predation, and which, if forced to it and if all else fails, can defend itself against the worst that the collapse of the multiculti Utopia into violence or oppression throws against it.

What needs to be done is informed by the experience of both sides in the old conflict in Ireland – the experiences of each in the 20^th century contain a wealth of information and guidance for us in the 21^st. One just needs to study and think – and work. Making history, not excuses.

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