A City Gripped by Revolution
The air is thick with excitement, tension, and the smell of the Stella Artois brewery as I drive into Leuven by way of train on the 25th of March, 2026. It is a Wednesday afternoon. The weather is a bit dreary, as it always is in the proud nation of Flanders, but somehow small moments of sunshine show the city in its true, beautiful colours. Leuven: a city of traders and dukes, peasants and kings, philosophers, professors, tramps, politicians and, above all, students. Yes; students are what have made the city work for hundreds of years now. Ever since the founding of the University of Leuven in 1425, the city has been the intellectual hotspot for anyone seeking higher education. From popes to princes, many have studied under the roofs of this prestigious temple of knowledge.
Knowledge, though, wasn’t the main attraction for the night. The ‘Nationalistische Studentenvereniging’ (NSV!: Nationalist Student Union) was holding their yearly demonstration on Thursday the 26th of March. Every year, the demo switches between the three main university-cities of the country: Antwerp, Ghent and Leuven. And, just like last year, a lecture is held by the foreign guest of honour. The evening before the Remigration-demo in Ghent, Austrian Identitarian activist Martin Sellner spoke on the importance of activism. This year, the speaker was the great American patriot Jared Taylor: founder of the American Renaissance Institute and one of the greatest advocates for White self-rule in the last 40 years.
Mr. Taylor spoke on a great many things. In a secret, undisclosed location near the centre of town, debates were held on race relations, the history of the Jamestown Colony, and the future of our people. Taylor places the Americans on equal footing as us Europeans, saying we all belong to a greater Worldwide European Brotherhood: something Dominique Venner also wrote about in the 1960’s. Our people need to stick together to weather this storm, to fight the multicultural hell we all live in, to hold those who did this to us responsible: punish the traitors, take back our nations, protect our own. All of this can only be done by uniting, by realising that we are indeed all branches of one great tree: a tree called Europe.
After some beers and good conversations, I wandered back to my hotel. I needed the sleep, as I would meet comrades from all over Europe again the next morning. And so I did: after a shower, some breakfast and a short walk through town, I arrived at the bar where we would meet. There, people from Flanders, the Netherlands, South-Africa, Ireland, Germany, Austria, Spain, France, England, Italy, Switzerland, Norway and America had gathered to talk about what was about to happen in this quaint city. Wandering through the streets one could see a ridiculous amount of police vehicles, cops searching random people who looked suspicious, leftist sympathisers anxiously avoiding certain parts of the city. Antifa-channels on Telegram were blowing up, spying on us at the café, counting the amount of “fascists” in attendance. To give our side some more credit: it was quite clear who was a nationalist activist just by looking at them. Hair cut short on the sides, Barbour-jackets, Fred Perry clothes, black turtlenecks, dark New Balance or Adidas shoes; the far-right has never looked so good. This in contrast to the shabby, blue haired, filthy communists, affronts to mankind.
At 6pm, the demo against fascism started near the central station. Around 600 mentally handicapped creatures made it clear that the NSV! did not have a place in their city. But what actually is the NSV!? It seems their fame has skyrocketed these last two years after the successes of their previous demonstrations in Antwerp and Ghent, but I doubt many people actually know what they stand for. The NSV! is a Flemish-nationalist, economically Solidarist, National-Revolutionary student union founded in 1976 in Antwerp, and can be recognised by their iconic black-white-red student ribbons and their grey student hats. A separate article on European student culture is in the works, so I will not expand on the meaning and history of these attributes yet, but I can say that this group works as a sort of middle ground between the more radical National-Revolutionary movements (CasaPound Italy, Groupe Union Défense) and the Identitarian groups (Identitäre Bewegung, Geuzenbond). The fact that one student union can connect these two streams of nationalist thought to work towards one goal is quite the feat on its own. The unity that I saw in Leuven is something we should strive for at all times.
Around 8pm, our large group (at least 200 men and women) made their way to the Herbert Hoover-square in the centre of town, next to the beautiful University Library. The nationalist demo would start there in thirty minutes time. Slowly, 1.100 nationalists gathered there, filling the air with chants and our hearts with courage. Members of NSV! walked around with megaphones, others with banners, many more with Flemish flags. The show was about to start. A loud shout from the front of our nationalist train replaced the tense whispers: ‘Europa – Jeugd – Revolutie!’ Yes! Europe, Youth, Revolution: The three cornerstones of our lifestyle, ideas one would fight and die for.
No twenty meters we would walk before the first clashes started. Fireworks flew around, punches were thrown, hundreds of nationalists fought the reds in the middle of the street. A member of the security service was hit on the head with a wooden plank filled with nails, the incompetence of the local police could not hold back this massive tide of violence. Students, politicians, journalists, activists, football hooligans: all united to hold back this wave of communist sympathisers, and in the end the streets were ours.
After one hour and a half we arrived back on the square where it all started. We showed the city who owned it, showed our enemies what we can do. Speeches by members of the NSV! were held, announcing the coming of a new era. Chants for Remigration and Revolution could be heard far and wide. Andrea Ballarati, leader of the Italian ‘Giovani Identitari’ also held a speech, calling upon the leaders of Europe to “send them back!” After singing the national anthems (The Flemish ‘De Vlaamse Leeuw’, the Dutch ‘Wilhelmus’ and the South-African ‘Die Stem van Suid-Afrika’) and the anthem of the NSV! (‘Hier Komt het Oud Sint-Jorisgild’), groups of students left the square to prepare for the afterparty.
And what an afterparty it was! Local beers, music, raids on leftist bars, comradeship and victory announced the end of my few days in Leuven. Happy but melancholic I left this city of Revolution. With my mind towards the future and my heart filled with fire I can say that not only Flanders but all of Europe is in good hands if the activists I have met will be the elite of tomorrow. With a youth as intelligent, active and strong as this, how can we lose?
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